<?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>Initiation on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/initiation/</link><description>Recent content in Initiation on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 24 Aug 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/initiation/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Ingrid’s Initiation</title><link>/stories/2019/08/24/ingrids-initiation/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Aug 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/08/24/ingrids-initiation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingrid wasn’t sure exactly what she was letting herself in for when she accepted the invitation to join her new friend’s ‘girls night in’. But getting in proved to be the easy part. It was getting herself out again that was to prove tricky, as her new playmates seemed to be slightly over-zealous in their desire to have her remain as one of their group.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So what shall we say? About seven o’clock round at my flat?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Game 2</title><link>/stories/2017/07/31/the-game-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 31 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/07/31/the-game-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="thegame.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Game Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I woke up in a strange place and in front of me, my wife was now tied up in a brand new attire. A white business suit with a blue blouse underneath finished with a white and blue scarf tied choker style around her neck. She was blindfolded with a scarf and gagged with a blue bandana and another scarf securely wrapped around her wrists while I was simply tied up naked with my wife’s scarves.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bovinity School</title><link>/stories/2011/10/03/bovinity-school/</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/10/03/bovinity-school/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Darleen lay in her mother&amp;rsquo;s lap, suckling. On one hand it was a Sunday morning like any other, on the other her world was about to turn upside down. Today she was 16. Today she would take her first step to adulthood, her first step to becoming a Cow. And if she did well in high school and was passed by the lactation board she&amp;rsquo;d attend Bovinity School.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A nun sat with them in the milking room. Sitting quietly while Darleen sucked. But presently her mother eased her off, gave her a kiss. The nun prepared the injection, a cocktail of hormones, stem cells, and an alphabet soup of chemicals Darleen couldn&amp;rsquo;t pronounce.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>