<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Steve on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/steve/</link><description>Recent content in Steve on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/steve/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Steve's Pleasure</title><link>/stories/2013/08/04/steves-pleasure/</link><pubDate>Sun, 04 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/08/04/steves-pleasure/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I have always been into bondage from my teens and I&amp;rsquo;m nearly 50 now. However I never dared to admit to girlfriends what really turned me on. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t until several years into my 1st marriage that we began to experiment with the odd bit of bondage.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;However, after a few years we had collected various items of cuffs, latex hoods and various leather and latex clothing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The years marched on, the relationship became stale, and we parted, on good terms, after 15 years of marriage.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Shifting Roles Part 2</title><link>/stories/2012/08/22/shifting-roles-part-2/</link><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/08/22/shifting-roles-part-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="shiftingroles.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shifting Roles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was thoroughly uncomfortable and cramped by the time she returned. My straining erection had long since subsided and all I wanted was to be untied.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I grumbled and struggled petulantly as she opened the cupboard door. I could sense her annoyance at that and before I knew it she had forced me to my stomach and was spanking me again, this time harder than before. She seemed to be growing into her role more as the day went on. She had not taken off her gloves and the taut leather covering on her palm added something as she spanked me harder and harder, my stifled panting and muffled groans as she punished me was amplified in the enclosed space.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Office Party</title><link>/stories/2010/04/06/the-office-party/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/04/06/the-office-party/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story was an entry into the 2010 Winter Fetish Story Contest&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Steven, Please come to my office immediately. Thank you, Melissa ”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had no idea that simple, one-line e-mail would change my life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was almost eight o’clock on a Friday night and I was getting ready to leave work. I was single and didn’t have a large group of friends, so it was going to be another weekend alone. I’d probably go to the gym, maybe a run, watch the game on Sunday and, of course, a session or two of self-bondage.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Fantasy for Maxine Part Two</title><link>/stories/2004/01/14/fantasy-for-maxine-part-two/</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/01/14/fantasy-for-maxine-part-two/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="fantasy_for_maxine.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Fantasy For Maxine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fantasy for Maxine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Part 2
by Steve
Fantasy for Maxine Part Two by Steve&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;It is now a couple of weeks since our adventure in the woods.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tara has become a friend, but lives a couple of hundred miles away and
can’t make it this weekend so it’s just the two of us.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I phone you and tell you that on this Saturday coming you will take
part in a bondage game that could expose you to the general public.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Fantasy For Maxine</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-fantasy-for-maxine/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-fantasy-for-maxine/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My Fantasy For Maxine
by Steve
My Fantasy For Maxine by Steve
This is my first effort at writing a story and came about after chatting
online to a woman called Maxine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You are shaved and naked on top of a heavy coffee table, your limbs
are tied to the legs of the table keeping your legs wide.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your mouth is held open with a ring gag, I put a padded blindfold on
you.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Shifting Roles</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/shifting-roles/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/shifting-roles/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Our sex life has always been exciting and fulfilling. We experimented right from the start. I found a natural dominance which matched her need to submit. We craved each other like a drug. Every second apart was spent fantasising of the other and what we would do next.  Through it all ran a thread of passion, intensity. We were like panting wolves devouring one another. One look from me would make her wet as I pushed her against the wall, a growl low in my throat, my thick cock, hard and bulging pressing against her. The sight of her eyes as she moistened, struggling to avert from my gaze was an aphrodisiac in itself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>