<?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>Deception on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/deception/</link><description>Recent content in Deception 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/deception/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Misery's Company</title><link>/stories/2019/06/18/miserys-company/</link><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/18/miserys-company/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="chapter-1---joes-truck"&gt;Chapter 1 - Joe&amp;rsquo;s Truck&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Axel&amp;rsquo;s Auto,&amp;rdquo; Joe Axel said into the shop phone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Joe, it&amp;rsquo;s Kristal.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Sis. Are you in town?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;No. Which is why I&amp;rsquo;m calling.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s the problem?&amp;rdquo; Joe asked. When Kristal called, there was usually a problem. He frowned as Kristal launched into a complicated explanation of the events that had left her friend Amanda stranded in Nashville, her luggage destroyed, and unable to obtain a rental car.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Indecent Proposal</title><link>/stories/2018/11/10/indecent-proposal/</link><pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/11/10/indecent-proposal/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="indecentproposal3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indecent Proposal 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You guys talk about all kinds of things, don&amp;rsquo;t you?&amp;rdquo; I asked, the conclusion a sudden, if not unexpected revelation, the leather gifts from Jack&amp;rsquo;s fellow employees suggesting a great many things about the depth of his purported kink, and by extension my own.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jack&amp;rsquo;s answer, delivered in the form of a knowing mischievous smile, should have caused me to blush. I also took notice that little Jack had not deflated yet, (likely for several obvious reasons) and when Jack caught me looking he just shrugged his shoulders as if to ask what I intended to do about doing this to him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Continually Increasing Bondage</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/continually-increasing-bondage/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/continually-increasing-bondage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="continuallyincreasingbondage6.html"&gt;part 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hazel shielded her eyes against the wind and gazed out to sea. Despite the wintry sunlight, the wave-lashed Dorset coast, from high above on the cliffs, cut a depressing sight at this time of year. Away to the left, the headland of Hengistbury Head seemed to stand out defiantly and resolutely against the perpetual wrath of the breakers.  And closer to her vantage point, the twin fingers of Boscombe pier and, almost directly below her, Bournemouth pier, stretched like clawing fingers out into the choppy grey waters of the English Channel. The beach and promenade, so crowded with bustling holidaymakers during the summer months, was virtually deserted now, with just the occasional jogger, dog walker or fresh air enthusiast braving the near Arctic temperatures. But that suited Hazel fine just now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Revenge 1: Trial of Love</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/revenge-1-trial-of-love/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/revenge-1-trial-of-love/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: Trial of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;* Background of this universe&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In an alternate timeline, a feminist was elected as the President of the United States in 1920, bringing change that slowly crept over the world. By the 40s women were the ruling class in most of the world; only those areas of the Middle East and Africa where women had little to no rights to begin with, were men still in control. These were also the only areas where male violence of any form still occurred on a regular basis. In the year 1953 the United Earth Government was founded and the global election was held for the World Presidency and Senate with only the male controlled regions not being a part of the government. In 1958 the Female dominated Senate passed the Male Decitizenship and Ownership Bill.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>