<?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>Tweak on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/tweak/</link><description>Recent content in Tweak 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/tweak/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Dana's Revenge Pt2</title><link>/stories/2002/06/25/danas-revenge-pt2/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/06/25/danas-revenge-pt2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="danas_revenge.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dana&amp;rsquo;s Revenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;_&lt;a href="danas_revenge.html"&gt;Dana&amp;rsquo;s Revenge -Part 1&lt;/a&gt;
Dana&amp;rsquo;s Revenge Part
2
by Tweak&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As Dana left the room after releasing my bonds I quickly jumped up and
rubbed my sore ass. I also removed the butt plug which was killing me.
I knew that the clock was running and I didn&amp;rsquo;t have much time. I hurriedly
pulled on a pair of jeans and socks to cover up the pantyhose I was wearing.
I took off the bra put on a shirt and headed out the door with little time
to spare. Dana was waiting for me in the car.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Discovered by Bridget</title><link>/stories/2002/05/22/discovered-by-bridget/</link><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/05/22/discovered-by-bridget/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My name is John and I am a 32 year old male who was bored and unhappy
with my job and life in general so I decided to try something new. 
Little did I know how drastic the change was going to be.  I can no
longer say that I am bored, but in many ways I am still unhappy, but this
is unhappiness of a different kind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I moved out of state and became a Real Estate agent.  I liked the
idea of being my own boss and being able to meet all sorts of different
people.  I signed on with a large Real Estate firm in the area and
was quickly getting my feet wet.  I enjoyed the work and was beginning
to make descent money.  The only trouble I had was with a woman named
Bridget Baker, or as I called her the “Big Bitch”.  One day she overheard
me calling her that and she shot me a stare that could kill.  She
was the most obnoxious woman I had ever met.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Discovered by Bridget</title><link>/stories/2002/05/22/discovered-by-bridget/</link><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/05/22/discovered-by-bridget/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My name is John and I am a 32 year old male who was bored and unhappy
with my job and life in general so I decided to try something new. 
Little did I know how drastic the change was going to be.  I can no
longer say that I am bored, but in many ways I am still unhappy, but this
is unhappiness of a different kind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I moved out of state and became a Real Estate agent.  I liked the
idea of being my own boss and being able to meet all sorts of different
people.  I signed on with a large Real Estate firm in the area and
was quickly getting my feet wet.  I enjoyed the work and was beginning
to make descent money.  The only trouble I had was with a woman named
Bridget Baker, or as I called her the “Big Bitch”.  One day she overheard
me calling her that and she shot me a stare that could kill.  She
was the most obnoxious woman I had ever met.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dana's Revenge</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/danas-revenge/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/danas-revenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
8
Dana&amp;rsquo;s Revenge Part
1
by Tweak&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Dana, I&amp;rsquo;m sorry. But I don&amp;rsquo;t think that we should be together anymore.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What, do you mean John? Are you breaking up with me?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Dana, I just think it would be best for both of us if we spent time
apart and saw other people. At least for a while.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What the hell does that mean? What do you mean spend time apart and
see other people?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Life in a Cage</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-life-in-a-cage/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-life-in-a-cage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“My life in a Cage” by “Tweak”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My name is “tweak” and I am being commanded by my Mistress Madam L.
to write you this story. She has given me the name “tweak” because it stands
for “tit-warming-eager-ass-kisser”.I
asked, begged, Madam L. to take complete control of my life for many months
and one evening she decided that my request would be granted. As she began
that fateful night she whispered into my ear, “You should always be careful
for what you wish for. You may find that having is not so pleasing a thing,
after all, as wanting!” It was an ominous warning and my life, or rather
the life that was mine and is now hers, will never be the same. Here is
my story.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Life in a Cage 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-life-in-a-cage-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-life-in-a-cage-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="my_life_in_a_cage.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Life in a Cage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; *
*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I laid there, trying to get as comfortable as I could with my hands
still bound behind my back and confined in such a tight space, I wondered
how this all happened. Did I really do this to myself? Is Madam L. really
going to control my life from now on? And I knew that the answer to both
of those questions was a resounding &amp;ldquo;Yes&amp;rdquo;. I had no idea what time it was
for there were no clocks in the dungeon. There were also no windows so
I would not even be able to tell when dawn arrived. Time passed very slowly.
I had dreamed of being confined in a cage for years, but not like this.
I was now very, very sore and worst of all I had no desire to continue
with this fantasy. When Madam L. drained me that second time she also drained
my fantasy. I was now forced to live out a fantasy I did not want.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Key is in the Cum</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-key-is-in-the-cum/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-key-is-in-the-cum/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;For as long as I can remember I have always craved to be tied up and
rendered immobile. I have been into self-bondage for several years
now and recently I upped the stakes wanted to try something I had never
done before. It was the most thrilling and embarrassing moment in
my life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Last Saturday, I knew that I had the whole day to myself and that
I could indulge my favorite pastime. So I slept in and woke up around
10:00 a.m. I was so excited for this was “the day” I was going to
try something I had never done before. I had been planning for this
day for the past couple of months. I went into the basement and got
all of the equipment that I would need. I then went to the refrigerator
and removed the 6 plastic containers that I had placed there . They
each were filled with about 2 ounces of my own cum. And at the bottom
of one of these 6 containers was the key to the handcuffs I would need
to later release myself, the other five also had handcuff keys but they
were filed down and would not work The containers also had an inner
lip around the top. I placed these 6 containers in 6 different holders,
I had especially made, that were scattered throughout the basement.
The holders were about 3’ off the ground and once I snapped the container
in place it took 2 two hands to get it out. I forced myself not to
peek and see which container had the key. It was easy to do this
while I was horny, the trick would come after I came.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>