<?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>Fetters on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/fetters/</link><description>Recent content in Fetters on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 26 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/fetters/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Bury Me Please</title><link>/stories/2024/05/26/bury-me-please/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/05/26/bury-me-please/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="4---restraining-order"&gt;4 - Restraining order?&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next morning Dave and Jenny talked about what Liz had said, regarding being restrained.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Most of the BDSM videos I&amp;rsquo;ve seen on the internet have been about either inflicting pain or humiliating someone, and I&amp;rsquo;ve never found those to be exciting, but the idea of not being able to move is pretty close to what I feel when buried, so maybe the two together would intensify the experience for me,&amp;rdquo; said Jenny.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Delilah</title><link>/stories/2021/03/10/delilah/</link><pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/10/delilah/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Delilah is a young beautiful 20 year old who is engaged to her older fiancé Pierre-Jac. She is innocent, pure, naive and a virgin while he has traveled the world&amp;hellip;the world of 1910. Pierre-Jac is an accountant and has been involved in some illegal transactions with the local government. They are visiting the Middle East and will have their wedding there. She is attracted to her fiancé and looks forward to finally having a man take her virginity. She is also curious about Pierre-Jac&amp;rsquo;s penis, since she has never seen one.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Thursdays</title><link>/stories/2021/03/10/thursdays/</link><pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/10/thursdays/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Thursday nights I reserve for something special. It’s always for the two of us, with the express goal to bring us closer together. Marriage can wear out if you aren’t careful. It has to be kept alive, nurtured, and it takes attention and effort. That’s my job, to be proactive and take the initiative. From the beginning we agreed on certain roles in our relationship, privileges for each of us balanced by individual responsibilities. I got the short straw, the one where you win the dominant role. Not that I mind, in fact I wouldn’t have it any other way, and neither would she.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Career Change</title><link>/stories/2020/01/04/career-change/</link><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/01/04/career-change/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;CAREER CHANGE&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What the hell have I done? How could I have been so trusting and yet so stupid at the same time? I know it’s far too late for regrets, and I have only myself to blame for the situation I now find myself in. ;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had just turned 20 when I landed a job with a small firm in the north of England. My boss, Hazel Hunter, was an attractive 30 year old and it soon became obvious that she was a lesbian. It also soon became obvious that she was paying me a lot of attention. Once I had recovered from the shock and surprise, I found myself drawn to her and enjoyed the attention she gave me. I had only been working there for about three months when, one Monday morning, Hazel announced that she was selling the business. Everyone else would receive a generous payout, but as I had only been there for such a short period, I knew that I wasn’t entitled to anything. However, Hazel called me into her office and asked if I would be interested in a change of career.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kyle’s Bad Idea 2: The Cabin</title><link>/stories/2017/09/06/kyles-bad-idea-2-the-cabin/</link><pubDate>Wed, 06 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/06/kyles-bad-idea-2-the-cabin/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; This story is a work of fiction from the imagination of the Author. Any resemblance to; persons, places, and/or events, are purely coincidental. This story is intended for Adults of legal age and contains descriptive text of an adult nature. Do not attempt any of the scenarios described within this story as there is a risk of injury or death and is for literary amusement only.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Authority:&lt;/strong&gt; All stories penned under the moniker of ElectroPainLover are offered exclusively to Gromet for use on Gromet’s Plaza story sites. Expressed written authorization must be obtained from the author in order to be published outside of Gromet’s websites&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jessica’s Torment 5: Trial and Error</title><link>/stories/2017/07/29/jessicas-torment-5-trial-and-error/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/07/29/jessicas-torment-5-trial-and-error/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="jessicastorment4.html"&gt;part four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessica&amp;rsquo;s Torment 5: Trial and Error&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jessica pulled Angela’s legs up to her wrists and locked a short piece of chain on the chain between her ankles and the chain between her wrists. Angie was now hogtied in hard steel, her nipples painfully pinched and pressed between her weight and the mattress, and her mouth stuffed and silent. The only means of her escaping being set well out of reach on Jessica’s dresser.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jessica’s Torment 6: Revulsion and Karma</title><link>/stories/2017/07/29/jessicas-torment-6-revulsion-and-karma/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/07/29/jessicas-torment-6-revulsion-and-karma/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="jessicastorment5.html"&gt;part five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessica&amp;rsquo;s Torment 6: Revulsion and Karma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Carl ended his evening by returning the women back to their machines; but, with Jessica being on the spanking machine and Angela getting her pussy fucked by something much smaller than what she had in her earlier. Carl had no idea that he had just completed the women’s original plan.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jessica’s cuffs would release her in three hours and allow them to finish the night well fucked, well spanked, but most importantly; free.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gag Slave</title><link>/stories/2016/10/17/gag-slave/</link><pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/10/17/gag-slave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Damn it, Molly!” exclaimed Matt angrily as the icy cold 32 ounce drink
tumbled onto his lap, and quickly soaked him to the skin.  His cock
and balls were already shriveling from their cold shock as Matt stood to
confront the cause of this unexpected interruption……..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He had been quietly watching the ball game on TV, with his submissive
girl friend Molly kneeling compliantly at his feet. She had been kneeling
for a very long time!  “Darn,” she thought to herself, “why does it
have to be a doubleheader?” Her ankles were chained closely together, and
her wrists were handcuffed behind her.  Worse yet, her cuffed wrists
were pulled up to the small of her back and linked to the stern, stiff
posture collar around her neck.  After several hours of this strained,
hammerlock position her arms and shoulders ached, and her wrists bore deep
red welts from the cold steel digging into her flesh. The posture collar
was thick leather covering a steel core, and was snug around her neck,
and securely locked.  It had a shelf projecting out under her chin,
which forced her head up, giving her the stiff, erect carriage for which
the device is named.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Slave to Fashion</title><link>/stories/2014/03/30/a-slave-to-fashion/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/03/30/a-slave-to-fashion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story based on an original story entitled “The Trap” by Wanda&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tara and I had been co-workers for a few months. We worked together at a clothing company that specialized in latex, leather and bondage wear. Even though we both landed our jobs at around the same time, Tara always told everyone that she had seniority over me. Truthfully, from the moment that we started we had been competing with one another in all of our projects. Let’s face it, niche companies like ours needed to watch its expenses, and we both knew that the company really only needed one fetish fashion designer. I tried not to be overtly competitive, but I knew that she was doing everything in her power to keep her job.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Triple Tickle</title><link>/stories/2013/05/14/triple-tickle/</link><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/05/14/triple-tickle/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The three halfling women standing in the courtroom were as different as three young halfling females could possibly be. They were all short, of course, with round faces; plump, big-breasted butterballs who were only the slightest bit over half the height of human women. They were all barefoot, with hair growing from the tops of their feet as thickly as from the tops of their heads. And they were all thirty-three or older, since only halflings who had ‘come of age’ were allowed in the predominantly human city of Gilderhaven.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Further Training of 'S' 8: Serving Maid</title><link>/stories/2011/01/12/the-further-training-of-s-8-serving-maid/</link><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/01/12/the-further-training-of-s-8-serving-maid/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="further_trainingofs07.html"&gt;part 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 8: Serving Maid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘S’ awoke and was aware only of the warm cling of the heavy latex sheet which covered her suited form. She was in darkness and her mouth was filled with the breath through gag. She had come to love the feeling of the gag and now felt naked without it fitted. She pulled her hands up and felt her slave collar and chain which was fixed each time she was put to bed. She felt a pang of pure love for her condition as a latex slave. She lay quietly reflecting on the incredible change that had occurred since she had met and fallen in love with her Master. She was following her destiny and was totally fulfilled in knowing now that she was undergoing advanced training and was apart from the one misdemeanour progressing well in the eyes of the Mistress.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Further Training of 'S' 9: Serving the Guests</title><link>/stories/2011/01/12/the-further-training-of-s-9-serving-the-guests/</link><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/01/12/the-further-training-of-s-9-serving-the-guests/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="further_trainingofs08.html"&gt;part 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 9: Serving the Guests&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a weary ‘S’ who climbed the stairs from the hot kitchen having spent endless hours there being made to do various preparations for the forth coming gathering. The House keeper had kept her busy for the entire duration. As ‘S’ made her way up the stairs she reflected on her position as a serving maid. Each step forced her to exert herself; the rubber encapsulation together with the inverted ‘U’ leg irons restricting her every movement. She was streaming under her layers of latex and steel; the aroma of latex escaping from her garments was sucked into the nose openings of her helmet where the torment of sexual excitement began for the ‘nth’ time she inhaled deeply wanting the pleasure of the rebreathing bag to stimulate her further. Although tired she did never the less want the subtle torment of her containment to continue. The deep intruders at back and front reminded her that she was under the complete control of another; she was the rubberised object of their control, she had no choice or say her only purpose to serve to her best ability. She felt a deep sense of pride and of longing for the extremes of her servitude to be exhibited to the whole world. She felt proud of herself and wanted to make her Master and Mistress pleased with her also.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>