<?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>Wendy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/wendy/</link><description>Recent content in Wendy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/wendy/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>My Spandex Servant</title><link>/stories/2011/01/24/my-spandex-servant/</link><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/01/24/my-spandex-servant/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It all came as a surprise to me; my boyfriend of three months and I went on a short vacation together.  No sex, twin beds.  I suggested we go use the pool and he told me to go ahead and he would be out in a few minutes.  I was preoccupied with doing laps and when I took a rest, I looked up to see him on the diving board, in what looked like short trunks and a t-shirt.  When he me waving to him, he removed the t-shirt and I got a real shock - - he was wearing a cap-sleeved Spandex leotard.  And it looked gorgeous, and sexy!  All black except for a blue “V” which pointed right down to his crotch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>You Don't Want to Clean the Garage</title><link>/stories/2009/11/29/you-dont-want-to-clean-the-garage/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/11/29/you-dont-want-to-clean-the-garage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;There is nothing easier to control than a horny guy.   My husband is locked in a chastity device and the only way out is our weekly clean-and-jerk sessions.  Our house is an old one and there is a room in the basement which used to be the place coal was stored for the furnace.  Now it is our dungeon.  Hanging from the ceiling is a neck-and-wrist brace, holding the arms in a &amp;ldquo;surrender&amp;rdquo; position,  To the sides are two ankle cuffs with chains running out to the wall.  This is where Matt is &amp;ldquo;stored&amp;rdquo; while I take off the device, clean him up, and jerk him off.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>How Walter Became Wendy</title><link>/stories/2007/08/11/how-walter-became-wendy/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/08/11/how-walter-became-wendy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was between jobs so it only seemed right that I
should tackle the housework while my wife worked.  But
before I was able to get a new job, Dianne got a
promotion and huge raise; she proposed that since she
never liked housework anyway, and we did not need an
additonal income, that I become the full-time &amp;ldquo;wife.&amp;rdquo;
(We have no children nor do we want any.)  I told her
that was fine with me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>