<?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>Clit on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/clit/</link><description>Recent content in Clit 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="/tags/clit/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Cindy</title><link>/stories/2016/05/28/cindy/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/05/28/cindy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;There is an old joke about; &amp;ldquo;How do you boil a frog?&amp;rdquo; Answer; “one degree at a time&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ed and Sandra had been married for 15 years and three kids when Ed left for Cindy. Sandra was doubly crushed only to find out that Ed would leave her and remarry the very next month. Well then…, within a year Cindy left Ed when she discovered that ”The Well” wasn&amp;rsquo;t deep enough for her life style. This caused Ed to cut his child and spousal support to Sandra in order to meet the new demands from Cindy and her lawyer. It seems that Cindy&amp;rsquo;s lawyer did a great job of cleaning Ed out of house and home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Club</title><link>/stories/2013/04/15/the-club/</link><pubDate>Mon, 15 Apr 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/04/15/the-club/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had graduated college in 5 years with a master’s degree in History and English. I was took a job teaching overseas for the Department of Defense School. I was working in Japan and on the side I learned to speech fluent Japanese. After I was in Japan for 2 years I took a part time job teaching English to local Japanese people. After my second 6 week course I was offered a job teaching a major international company employs English. The job paid almost $250,000 per year plus benefit. I moved to Tokyo and began working for them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Long Hard Weekend</title><link>/stories/2009/11/29/the-long-hard-weekend/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/11/29/the-long-hard-weekend/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Amy tried to relax as her boyfriend Mark forced his enormous cock into her vulnerable pink ass hole. Forced and vulnerable, because she really hadn’t any choice in the matter due to the way he had her bound.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Amy stood bent over a metal bar set waist high between two large wooden posts. Both of her arms were pinned behind her back, hands palm to palm. Elbows forced together, touching each other inside a single sleeve arm binder. Straps pulled around her shoulders secured the arm binder preventing it from sliding down her arms. Another three straps buckled around the arm binder at her wrists, just below her elbows and above her elbows. Each was buckled as tightly as possible and the secured with a small padlock.  A chain attached to the base of the arm binder was pulled almost straight upwards towards the ceiling forcing her to remain bent over the waist bar. The pain in her shoulders from being forced into such a position was like as if someone has taken a red hot poker to them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Decompression Part 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/decompression-part-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/decompression-part-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="decompression.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decompression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Morning beautiful&amp;rdquo; I kissed Sally on the end of her nose and then moved down to play with a nipple.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mph. Is it morning? I can&amp;rsquo;t see a thi&amp;hellip; Oh, yes.&amp;rdquo; A smile spread across her face. &amp;ldquo;Are you going to let me see your house?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sally was still blindfolded from the night before. After our first love-making I had changed the scarf for a proper fleece-padded blindfold, suitable for long-term wear. I had also swopped the rope binding her wrists for locking padded leather cuffs connected with a fifteen centimetre chain. Still restrictive, but much more comfortable to sleep in, and the change had given me the opportunity to take off her blouse and bra.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Decompression Part 3</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/decompression-part-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/decompression-part-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="decompression2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decompression Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I held Sally on my lap for a while after her orgasm had finished. She really was incredibly sensitive to clit stimulation. Eventually I put her on the floor and eased her onto her knees. Then I fetched the ankle cuffs I had originally sent her for, locked them on and connected her wrists to her ankles with a short chain. I folded a towel under her knees to protect them from the tile floor.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paradice Lost 7: Trust</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/paradice-lost-7-trust/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/paradice-lost-7-trust/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="paradicelost6.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paradice Lost 6: Prometheus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Author’s Note: The following is Part 7 of a sequel to “&lt;a href="../storiesad/dicegame.html"&gt;The Dice Game&lt;/a&gt;”. It is also a work of fiction intended for novelty purposes only. It contains graphic scenes which may not depict fully safe or wise BDSM practices, and should be enjoyed purely as fantasy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 7: Trust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;High heels clacked on the kitchen tile.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Is that what that noise was?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Was Gabrielle really making a Thanksgiving dinner?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>SaM's Place 1: The Invitation</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/sams-place-1-the-invitation/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/sams-place-1-the-invitation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Evelyn is invited to join a very exclusive club, but she must first be interviewed by the admissions committee and explain why she deserves to be a part of SaM&amp;rsquo;s very exclusive club. The series begins with her first night at the club and then progresses through the stories she tells the committee to prove she is worthy to become a permanent part of SaM&amp;rsquo;s Club. The stories are better understood if you have read the previous chapters, but each chapter stands more or less on its own. Chapter one is a set up for the series and contains no explicit sex or other fun stuff like that.
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