<?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>Fisting on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/fisting/</link><description>Recent content in Fisting 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/fisting/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Subspace - Emma's Fetish Cruise Adventure</title><link>/stories/2023/12/02/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Dec 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/12/02/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-15-chastity-drive"&gt;Part 15. Chastity Drive&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emma, with Kit, survived the sea full of people. A few predators came for them. Her dress was the main casualty as it sustained a tear when one greedy, possibly desperate person grabbed it as she was walking. She was just glad to make it to others and try to get to the start of the event even though she still had things to do first.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Subspace - Emma's Fetish Cruise Adventure</title><link>/stories/2023/05/09/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</link><pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/05/09/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-7-warden-and-inmate-epsilon"&gt;Part 7. Warden and Inmate Epsilon&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emma was still basically naked except for her chastity belt and needle filled chastity bra. The four cuffs on her wrists and ankles as well as her collar were still shackled together by heavy chains. Her leash was pulled taut as she followed Miss Keys through the corridors of the ship barefoot. Emma at least got an amazing view of Miss Keys&amp;rsquo; backside as she gracefully walked ahead of her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hard Dreams 2</title><link>/stories/2017/12/04/hard-dreams-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/12/04/hard-dreams-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="harddreams.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hard Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thirty minutes later, the succubus was dozing on a very comfy couch. She was pretty happy with how things were going. The feeling she was getting from the man were absolutely intoxicating.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;His ass and legs were stripped with red marks, some bright and some dark, reaching all the way from the top of his ass to the bottom of his thighs. She had taken her time, ensuring that every part of his backside had been given attention, all at a punishing nonstop pace. There had been no breaks, only pauses between each blow. It took quite a bit of time, but she had eventually felt satisfied with the caning. At that point the heat radiating off his ass had been strong enough for her to actually warm her hands with it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lightening can strike twice or more! 3</title><link>/stories/2017/10/08/lightening-can-strike-twice-or-more-3/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/08/lightening-can-strike-twice-or-more-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="lighteningcanstriketwiceormore2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lightening can strike twice or more! 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3 - Therapy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As the weeks wore on, it became clear however that their sex life had been affected again, and they agreed to book another session with their therapist. Ann Reilly worked from her home just outside Oxford on the other side of the city from their house. She agreed to a 2 hour session the following Saturday, curious to hear how they had got on with their “homework” over the last month or two.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>M.E.R.G.E</title><link>/stories/2002/12/20/m.e.r.g.e/</link><pubDate>Fri, 20 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/12/20/m.e.r.g.e/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Joint UN/DEA Merge Task Force. Victim debriefing transcript.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Autotranscriber 44, Milton Keynes, 4/7/2050.  Is this thing working? 
Err, Hi. My name&amp;hellip; uh, I guess that doesn&amp;rsquo;t matter. I&amp;rsquo;m 29, and you might
have seen me in a couple of porno holos from the late 40&amp;rsquo;s&amp;hellip; Anyway, you
want to know how I got like this.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[sighs. some rustling noises]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The thing is, right, I had a baby, eighteen months ago. Like a lot
of girls I just put on weight like a rocket after that, and my tits got
kind of saggy and my bum and thighs went right out of shape&amp;hellip; I wanted
to get back to the old me, the one in the holos. I could run them, you
see, and stand beside &amp;lsquo;me&amp;rsquo; at eighteen, and see the differences. Anyway
this really affected my relationship with my boyfriend. After three or
four months of this, he left, taking Jo with him. Although I wasn&amp;rsquo;t short
of money, and didn&amp;rsquo;t need to find a job, I started feeling kind of.. ugly,
you know? Nothing I did looked right. I kept trying different hairstyles,
and never really settled down. Exercise was boring, too, and my sex drive
was like, really low&amp;hellip; I didn&amp;rsquo;t know what to do with myself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trip to Chicago</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/trip-to-chicago/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/trip-to-chicago/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hi Grommet Just
a little tale of two lovers locked in each others arms Enjoying the pleasures
of life. Mind you he
will never poke fun at one of my stories again, Like saying &amp;ldquo;anyone would
love what you did to the burglar. That would be
pure pleasure&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The
jet had droned its way across the Atlantic for what seemed a eternity,
I suppose the story really started about just over a year ago. I had been
writing stories to Gromet’s site for some time and I received an E Mail
from a guy in Chicago, it was beautifully written almost a love poem and
then another and another,  I replied to each one and it all started
from there, he had to visit this country on business, we met he was the
perfect gentleman and rich. I think it was the rich bit that swayed it
for me, and the greatest bondage freak I have ever met. Now he had sent
me a first class ticket to visit him, well this served two purposes firstly
I had planned to visit the States, as a nurse I felt greatly undervalued
in my country and on average the states were offering twice what I earned
so at the end of the day it was a no contest.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>