<?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>Tankpoet on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/tankpoet/</link><description>Recent content in Tankpoet 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/tankpoet/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Caught Staring</title><link>/stories/2015/12/15/caught-staring/</link><pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/12/15/caught-staring/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I’d never really been bullied, as far as I recall, there was nothing worth mentioning that went on at my high school. But, the idea of a group of hot girls humiliating me, giving me wedgies, making me touch things that were disgusting and generally treating me like trash had begun to take a hold on me over the years and now, at thirty, I wanted to experience it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I suppose I should put in the obligatory self-description here. I’m tall for a woman – 175cm and thin at only 60 kg. I have long legs, medium sized breasts and long wavy brown hair. I have an olive complexion too. My name is Maxine and in case you hadn’t worked it out yet, yes, I am attracted to women in a sexual way.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Taylor's New Job</title><link>/stories/2014/08/02/taylors-new-job/</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/08/02/taylors-new-job/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Taylor couldn’t hide her excitement if she wanted to. A local resort was opening up and the whisper was that there would be a very big fetish component. As if that wasn’t enough, they were advertising for staff and she had an interview today.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At 168cm, Taylor was one of those women whose legs just seemed to go on forever. A brunette with piercing green eyes and a curvy figure that caught people’s attention the instant she entered their peripheral vision. Yes, she knew she was beautiful and she was 100% sub.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>School for Lesbian Subs</title><link>/stories/2014/07/18/school-for-lesbian-subs/</link><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/07/18/school-for-lesbian-subs/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="schoolforlesbiansubs.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School for Lesbian Subs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We emerged from the stall and stopped.
Mistress Tania was standing before us, arms crossed and eyebrow raised.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘What kept you?’&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She seemed to notice the moisture around Emma’s lips and then smiled, ‘ahh, I see. Put her with the others and then wait for me.’&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emma lead me around to the back of the stable to a waist high rail where all the others were tied, bent over.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ministry of Bondage</title><link>/stories/2014/07/10/ministry-of-bondage/</link><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/07/10/ministry-of-bondage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Nobody was really sure how it had happened, but, a former professional dominatrix had been elected as the Prime Minister. Foul play was suspected but, never proven. There was an initial outcry and protests were held all over the country, but, it soon became clear that she was actually doing a decent job and so the protests ran out of steam and those who had voiced their discontent turned their attentions to more pressing matters.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>School for Lesbian Subs</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/school-for-lesbian-subs/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/school-for-lesbian-subs/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The ad seemed like it couldn’t be real. It was exactly what I wanted, a school for submissive girls. I had to find out if it was genuine and so, with my whole body shaking like I was freezing cold due to my nerves, I called the number on the page and waited for an answer.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Hello, Mz Lily’s School of Adult Education, Emma speaking, how can I help you?’ A young voice, sounded like she couldn’t be more than 18 years old answered.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>