Twisted Smile on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Sophie and Mark

Sat, 30 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000

6. Stretches

“Come on baby, just a little more…”

I was being punished.

“… Stop whining, it’s not that hard.”

“I can’t…” What did I do to deserve this? “I’m too tight!”

“Fine.” She let go of my wrists, and I slumped, flat onto my back. “I’m gonna make us a brew.”

I really did try my best. But you can’t fix decades of bad posture in an afternoon.

“I WILL have you touching your toes by bedtime.”

Sophie and Mark

Sun, 17 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000

5. Spaniels

Springer

“Do you need help finding anything?”

Joan was a sweet, older, Welsh lady. She didn’t deserve having to deal with a couple of horny idiots.

But every sub needs a good collar, right?

We bought our first collar off the bad website. It was cheap, and flimsy, and just a little too tight (almost like they design sex collars with women’s necks in mind). We could do better. But we weren’t quite ready to go full fetish shop; a bit too pricey for a couple of enthusiastic beginners.

Sophie and Mark

Sun, 26 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000

4. Steer

Yeehaw

“Too much…”

I’d opened the door to find Sophie in a pink, bedazzled cowboy hat.

“…t’s from Zara’s hen-do.”

I snorted. “Get in here,” and pulled her inside, and gave her a squeeze.

We didn’t get together at my place that often. I mean, I lived in a ‘modest’ flat, and she had a whole damn house. But a change of scenery is always nice, and there was an excellent Indian take-away just up the road.

Sophie and Mark

Sat, 18 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000

3. Scrabble

It all started - as all the best stories do - with too much alcohol.

Revelation

Clubbing wasn’t my thing, but Lottie insisted,

“It’s my birthday!”

And so, we drank, we danced, we laughed, we drank. It was a good night, to be fair. And as it got close to midnight, we set out in search of food, stuffed our faces with greasy, delicious kebabs, and then settled in a quiet pub to wind down.

Sophie and Mark

Sun, 05 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000

2. Stamina

Caught

“It’s called a chastity cage,”

The name sounded vaguely familiar.

“…and it’s going to help you with your self-control.”

She opened a drawer in the workbench and pulled out a set of keys. Were they in there the whole time? Then, climbing up on the bench, she unlocked the cuffs. My tired arms slumped. I pulled the ballgag out of my mouth, not even bothering to unbuckle it; just let it hang wet around my neck. I dropped to the floor, my hands shaking as I desperately released my ankles.

Sophie and Mark

Sun, 05 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000

1. Set-up

“Stand over here for me, legs apart…”

I lined up my feet with the cuffs.

“How does that stance feel? Is it awkward, uncomfortable?”

“Maybe a little wide…?” I said.

She repositioned the chains, moving the cuffs closer together.

“Yeah, that’s better,” I said.

“Good, good. Hands above your head…? Yeah, that looks okay.”

I nodded.

“Alright, pretty self-explanatory: ankles go in those ones, hands in the handcuffs, blindfold over your eyes, ballgag in your mouth. Obviously, do those last two before the handcuffs.”