<?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>F-Mmm on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/f-mmm/</link><description>Recent content in F-Mmm 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/f-mmm/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Mistress and the three house guest that never leave</title><link>/stories/2011/12/05/the-mistress-and-the-three-house-guest-that-never-leave/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/12/05/the-mistress-and-the-three-house-guest-that-never-leave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Mistress and the three house guest that never leave.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There was a house in the middle of a beautiful country side that sat by abeautiful water fall. The house was a two story house that had a large basement that was sound proof. The young lady that lived there was named Quinn but every one knew what she was.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Then one day there was a car going by the house with three guys in it named Harvey, Alex and Doug. There car had broke down and they got out of the car and tried looking at it and see what was wrong. They looked at the tires and everything didn&amp;rsquo;t see anything they could fix. They went to the door and asked if they could use the phone but Quinn said she didn&amp;rsquo;t have one and the town is over two days walk from her front door.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Mistress and the three house guest that never leave</title><link>/stories/2011/12/05/the-mistress-and-the-three-house-guest-that-never-leave/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/12/05/the-mistress-and-the-three-house-guest-that-never-leave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Mistress and the three house guest that never leave.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was a house in the middle of a beautiful country side that sat by abeautiful water fall. The house was a two story house that had a large basement that was sound proof. The young lady that lived there was named Quinn but every one knew what she was.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Three Strikes 2</title><link>/stories/2006/07/23/three-strikes-2/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/07/23/three-strikes-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Please read the &lt;a href="three_strikes.html"&gt;first story&lt;/a&gt; before
reading this sequal&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; ***&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Come on
Joe, get that net up!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah, yeah, I hear you!&amp;rdquo;  The winch on the old fishing boat
groaned and creaked as it was turned to full speed.  Smoke began to belch
as it continued hauling in the large net that was dragging in the ocean far
below.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m not
sure the winch can take it!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The captain was
not daunted.  &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;ll take it!  Just relax already!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Interview</title><link>/stories/2006/07/16/the-interview/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/07/16/the-interview/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Elaine Sostak had arrived just before lunch for the interview. This was
to be her first job. Getting the job did not concern her, her hunger
did. She had years of training in French and the school needed a
French teacher. She had black hair cut just above the shoulders, deep
brown eyes, cute slightly upturned nose and full lips. For the interview
she had chosen a knit sweater pulled tightly over her ample breasts,
and a short plaid skirt revealing soft, smooth legs. She was directed
to the principal&amp;rsquo;s conference room and entered confidently.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Her Three Guys</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/her-three-guys/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/her-three-guys/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I certainly can’t blame anyone else for this- I got myself into this
fix all by my own damn self. Of my own free will, driven by my own over-active
hormones and my own emotional shortcomings, I voluntarily and eagerly threw
myself under the wheels of the express train that is Mistress Ellen. Of
my own free will, I got naked and recorded a videotaped statement that
basically asked Her to do anything to me if only she would bind me helpless
and then I would be allowed to kiss Her ass. I really did that, and here
I am.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>R.A.B.B. Revenge Against Bad Boyfriends</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/r.a.b.b.-revenge-against-bad-boyfriends/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/r.a.b.b.-revenge-against-bad-boyfriends/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Chapter One&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Susan woke up early, and slid quietly out of the bed, leaving Tom, her new boyfriend still asleep. Creeping still naked to the kitchen, she started the coffee and turned up the thermostat. She loved being naked, especially when she knew she was being watched&amp;hellip; there on the huge kitchen table were her three pets, naked, shivering young men, barely three feet tall squeezed into tiny barred bird cages made just for them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>