<?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>Cuff on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/cuff/</link><description>Recent content in Cuff 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="/tags/cuff/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>In For The Long Haul</title><link>/stories/2018/04/24/in-for-the-long-haul/</link><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/24/in-for-the-long-haul/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: Then - First Things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She had seen him around the office, but he didn&amp;rsquo;t work in her department. This was a good thing, since office entanglements were not encouraged by senior management.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Entanglement, she thought, I am getting ahead of myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The man under observation worked on a new team, part of an expansion the senior management had recently initiated. The upside of this new team was that Anna saw a number of new faces frequently enough to establish rapport with some of them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 19: Epilogue</title><link>/stories/2017/01/29/snowbound-19-epilogue/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/01/29/snowbound-19-epilogue/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound18.html"&gt;part 18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 19: Epilogue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Valerie Newman lay on her belly, bound to the leather footstool in the Library. The day before, while wearing a Latex Maid’s uniform, she had cleaned and oiled the Black Leather piece of furniture.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now she was naked, her limbs tied to the footstool with rope, and cinched tightly! There would be no escape until she was released, and that would not happen before Cassandra had her way with her!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Weave</title><link>/stories/2016/04/30/the-weave/</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/04/30/the-weave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The whole company was excited about the new breakthrough. The applications for the new material where unlimited and would be very lucrative. The military applications alone would be worth billions as body armor, light vehicle armor and almost indestructible insulation for any area needed to be protected. Kim had been a part of the development team since it was first started and had played a major role in the material’s conception. Kim’s goal’s were different than the other people working on the project she was hoping to use the super strong material for her other obsession, bondage and chastity.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rainy Day Boot Torment</title><link>/stories/2015/10/11/rainy-day-boot-torment/</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/10/11/rainy-day-boot-torment/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Gina daydreamed on a dreary Saturday morning as she watched the rain fall steadily through the picture window in her breakfast room off the kitchen. The November morning paper was loaded with full page color ads for cold weather clothing &amp;amp; accessories. “Boot Festival” the ads screamed, with page after page of often high priced, but stylish varieties of rain, fashion, &amp;amp; casual models.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What do you think of these?” she murmured sexily, as if the picture itself were pornographic, or somehow titillating. She spoke in a tone addressing no one in particular, but directed presumably to me, as I was the only sentient being in the house, to my knowledge, &amp;amp; I was perched on the edge of a dipping bowl in front of her. I took nourishment the only way she allowed, which was solely whenever &amp;amp; wherever she had time to keep track of me. I was, of course, a mere 10 mm in height, &amp;amp; had been Gina’s prisoner, in her apartment, for months, after her previous Gothic witch of a tenant had shrunk me &amp;amp; paid her debt to Gina with me, aka the leftover results of her experimentation.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Quiet Diet</title><link>/stories/2012/10/14/quiet-diet/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/10/14/quiet-diet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The acronym IM is familiar to just about everyone, but to me, it’s my Inner Masochist, who suddenly introduced herself with a vengeance while I was dragging myself through puberty and hit on the brilliant idea of using Nair on my virgin pubic area. No fourteen-year-old ever reads instructions, so picture me bent over in agony, clasping my burning crotch and bawling while my sister beat her fists on the floor in a laughing fit. Fortunately, someone knew about EMLA Cream, which helped put out the fire, but after the initial sting was over I found the pain strangely addictive, like Arthur Denton, the patient and victim of the evil Orin Scrivello, DDS in Little Shop of Horrors. So there, I’ll admit it, I’m wired a little differently from most people. Later, there was an incident involving the infamous Trinidad Moruga Scorpion Chili Pepper Purée, which somehow came into contact with my nipples during a truth or dare session at a sleepover. I suspect that cheap malt liquor, the teen beverage of choice at the time, may have had something to do with it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sleep as a Settlement Girl</title><link>/stories/2011/11/20/sleep-as-a-settlement-girl/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/11/20/sleep-as-a-settlement-girl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s Note: This is another true story of my adventures in living as a Settlement girl. Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Zack&lt;/strong&gt; for editing it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You know how it is sometimes, when you wake up in the middle of the night? Sometimes, you don&amp;rsquo;t quite make it all the way awake, so you end up feeling some things while being totally out of it in others&amp;hellip;. and if it is timed right, there are bits of dream mixed in too, so you aren&amp;rsquo;t even sure what is real and what isn’t&amp;hellip; although at the time you are hardly wondering about stuff like that anyway.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Reunion</title><link>/stories/2010/02/01/reunion/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/02/01/reunion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Come on, guys, stop it.  This isn’t funny!”  Will was confused and angry, but the boy holding each arm kept pulling him backward.  “What’s wrong with you guys?  Stop it!!”  His backward movement stopped when his back hit the trunk of the tree that stood in the middle of the small clearing.  He bit his tongue when his head rocked backwards and struck the trunk with a thud, and the pain in his mouth distracted him for a moment.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Captured Escort</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/captured-escort/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/captured-escort/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Part 1.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was already in a bad mood, i hated it when clients wanted something different and kinky. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t at all into bondage and pain but this client today wanted me to tie him up before i fucked him and then let him fuck me! I pulled into the car park and got out of my car. I smoothed my tight black pencil skirt over my stocking clad legs, it came down to about 2&amp;quot; above the knee. I knew there was a fetish shop round the corner so quickly made my way to it, my 5&amp;quot; heels clicking on the pavement. I looked at my reflection in the shop windows as i passed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>