<?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>Cycle on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/cycle/</link><description>Recent content in Cycle 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/cycle/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Take it Like a Sheep! 3: Do Machines Dream of Sheep?</title><link>/stories/2016/07/03/take-it-like-a-sheep-3-do-machines-dream-of-sheep/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/03/take-it-like-a-sheep-3-do-machines-dream-of-sheep/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="takeitlikeasheep2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take it Like a Sheep! 2: Julia on a Stick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Do Machines Dream of Sheep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Julie came away from the night of her first automatic scene with the awareness that she could make her machines do anything; anything within the limits of her machine’s abilities, that is. Julie was past this already. She knew that for her to cater her newly developed taste for autoerotic, she needed much more developed machinery, with the robotics and software to match. Julie knew her position at this job would not giver her access to that kind of hardware. Even before Julie programmed her second scene for her vet track, she was looking online to find out what type of company offered this type of access for her to tinker with. There were a few possibilities open to her, but the one with the most promise was a robotics company, specializing in dairy livestock. They used the same software developer within their interface, and she could pitch a good success story about how she improved upon the same programming for her current position in the vet track.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Laundry Prank goes Wrong by Laundering</title><link>/stories/2015/09/28/laundry-prank-goes-wrong-by-laundering/</link><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/09/28/laundry-prank-goes-wrong-by-laundering/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Great thanks to Melody who corrected the grammatical faults&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My name is Sergio. I live alone in my house, and I suffer from a rare genetic growing disease, which means I am no taller than 2 feet high and have been this way since the age of seven. With this shortened height all the chores that could be done easily when you’re an average height person, can become very difficult. So for helping me in these kind of tasks, a maid comes to my home every week.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Washed</title><link>/stories/2015/03/13/washed/</link><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/03/13/washed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hi, I am Stacey, I have lot of time to tell you what happened to me today as I won&amp;rsquo;t go far until at least tomorrow, well&amp;hellip; maybe the day after tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am a maid in an hotel in silicon valley. Being a new hotel in that area, it as all the techno stuff you can imagine for the guest. It is also highly automated, guests luggages are brought to the room by robotic carts. I can&amp;rsquo;t tell you how these robots work but they are really are cool to watch moving around.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Take it Like a Sheep! 2: Julia on a Stick</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/take-it-like-a-sheep-2-julia-on-a-stick/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/take-it-like-a-sheep-2-julia-on-a-stick/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="takeitlikeasheep.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take it Like a Sheep!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2: Julia on a Stick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Julie had known animals for years. She had worked around them all her life, and loved her job working with them. She knew all of the aspects of the work, knew the biology, held all the vetenarian certifications, but before the “incident” she had never known she held a desire for autoerotic fantasies. It had been three weeks since that day when she had been “raped” by the automatic equipment programmed at her very own hand, and not a day went by when she didn’t think of the experience, or how to recreate it… but there were so many things that went right that one time, lucky, purely lucky, that nobody had been around, and even luckier, that her body happened to be compatible with the machine, and not too much different than a sheep’s dimensions. Maybe it was best she not think too far into it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>