<?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>Thndrshark on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/thndrshark/</link><description>Recent content in Thndrshark on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/thndrshark/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Box</title><link>/stories/2013/09/05/the-box/</link><pubDate>Thu, 05 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/09/05/the-box/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;We had done about everything we could think of with Jane. After only 3 years, she had been modified and manipulated in every way imaginable. As I admired her rigid body, listening to her subtle whimpering beneath the inflated bladder stretching her jaws, I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but feel sad that I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have her to torture any longer. Three years ago, when she had written me with her interest in becoming the ultimate bondage toy, I hadn&amp;rsquo;t believed someone like her existed. But after many months of conversation, we finally met, and I realized that she was for real.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Real Thing</title><link>/stories/2012/05/14/the-real-thing/</link><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/05/14/the-real-thing/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I’d lusted after her for some time. Having followed her through the small amount of modeling she had done, I had grown to be an avid fan. Not only because she was innocent and beautiful, but also because it was clear how much she loved bondage and submission. Living the life of a fetish model, I was always surprised that she complained as much to me about not being able to truly submit. Her last boyfriend was handsome for sure, but not into the “scene” as they say, and constantly disapproving of her work in bondage. As I grew to be her friend more and more, I tried to tell her she could find better, someone who would let her live her own life, but I think she never believed it. It was all I could do not to blurt out, “it’s me! I’ll make your dreams come true!” But I was involved myself, in a somewhat soft relationship that had stopped fulfilling my need to truly dominate. I was ready for a change, and I hoped Sarah was, too.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Real Thing</title><link>/stories/2012/05/14/the-real-thing/</link><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/05/14/the-real-thing/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I’d lusted after her for some time. Having followed her through the small amount of modeling she had done, I had grown to be an avid fan. Not only because she was innocent and beautiful, but also because it was clear how much she loved bondage and submission. Living the life of a fetish model, I was always surprised that she complained as much to me about not being able to truly submit. Her last boyfriend was handsome for sure, but not into the “scene” as they say, and constantly disapproving of her work in bondage. As I grew to be her friend more and more, I tried to tell her she could find better, someone who would let her live her own life, but I think she never believed it. It was all I could do not to blurt out, “it’s me! I’ll make your dreams come true!” But I was involved myself, in a somewhat soft relationship that had stopped fulfilling my need to truly dominate. I was ready for a change, and I hoped Sarah was, too.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Box</title><link>/stories/2007/11/12/the-box/</link><pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/11/12/the-box/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;We had done about everything we could think of with Jane. After only 3 years, she had been modified and manipulated in every way imaginable. As I admired her rigid body, listening to her subtle whimpering beneath the inflated bladder stretching her jaws, I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but feel sad that I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have her to torture any longer. Three years ago, when she had written me with her interest in becoming the ultimate bondage toy, I hadn&amp;rsquo;t believed someone like her existed. But after many months of conversation, we finally met, and I realized that she was for real. Only 19 years old when she arrived, she was impressive. Only 5'6&amp;quot;, she already had massive breasts, measuring a delightful 38D. On such a small frame, they stood out dramatically. She was rather proud of them, wearing a tight t-shirt on our first meeting, with hip hugger shorts and a bare stomach. I was still certain she would back out at the last minute, but she eagerly signed the contract giving her life to me, then drinking the potion I had set out. Within seconds she was asleep.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Casino</title><link>/stories/2006/12/31/casino/</link><pubDate>Sun, 31 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/12/31/casino/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As the three girls walked into the casino they where surprised. They had
expected an unusual sight but not like this. The room was filled with
the typical style of tables for gaming. But rather than the compliment
of guests dressed in tired tuxedos or vacation wear, the crowd seemed to
be made up of a sea of latex and leather. There wasn&amp;rsquo;t a single person
in sight that wore anything other than tight fetish clothing. Gina
looked at herself and her two friends, suddenly feeling very out of
place. Wearing sundresses, the girls had expected to be overdressed for
the crowd that was described to them. Instead, they felt like they where
wearing overalls at a formal dance.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Violet</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/violet/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/violet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Violet thought she had found a happy home. An adopted member of the
Reed family, her friend Jenny and Jenny&amp;rsquo;s stepfather had taken her in several
months ago when her parents had died in a car crash. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t hard to
get along with those two. They also had been through a lot after losing
Jenny&amp;rsquo;s mother to cancer. But Violet wanted more than just family status.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She knew that Mr. Reed was very wealthy, with no living relatives other
than Jenny. She also knew she could use her looks and brain to lure him
into signing over his share of the wealth to her. Jenny wasn&amp;rsquo;t the problem.
Having attended private schools most of her life in another state; nobody
really knew her well in the small town they now lived in. If she where
to disappear, little would be said by anybody other than her stepfather,
and their where ways to distract him from complaining.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Violet</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/violet/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/violet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Violet thought she had found a happy home. An adopted member of the
Reed family, her friend Jenny and Jenny&amp;rsquo;s stepfather had taken her in several
months ago when her parents had died in a car crash. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t hard to
get along with those two. They also had been through a lot after losing
Jenny&amp;rsquo;s mother to cancer. But Violet wanted more than just family status.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She knew that Mr. Reed was very wealthy, with no living relatives other
than Jenny. She also knew she could use her looks and brain to lure him
into signing over his share of the wealth to her. Jenny wasn&amp;rsquo;t the problem.
Having attended private schools most of her life in another state; nobody
really knew her well in the small town they now lived in. If she where
to disappear, little would be said by anybody other than her stepfather,
and their where ways to distract him from complaining.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>