Key on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Lifetime Positions

Thu, 20 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part one

Huh…huh…that was quite…mmm…quite the workout…didn’t think it’d ever end… Bri thought as she entered the room assigned to her, unaware of what was transpiring elsewhere in the building. Without a moment of hesitation, Bri stripped off her clothes and went into the washroom for a hot shower. As the hot water streamed down her body, Bri mentally flashed back to her time in the exercise area with the other women and how sexy they looked stretching and jogging in place. Almost instinctively, Bri let her fingers wander downwards and she started stimulating herself as erotic visions filled her mind.

Playing Chauffer

Tue, 24 Dec 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Continued from part 7

“…A maid?” I thought, while trying not to crack a smile with the imagery such a concept suggested. I was reminded of an earlier suggestion Jim had offered as to borrowing Jack the maid just before our first alone date. No details had been offered during that phone call, just the seeds planted in my mind’s eye with a playful suggestion that amused me, and the possibility of a compromising photograph while properly turned out in a feminizing maid’s uniform for the task. Such a picture obviously had many purposes, but the greatest of which surely had to be continued incentive to submissively behave lest such a picture be used as blackmail by either of us.

Playing Chauffer 7: New Deal

Sat, 10 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from part 6)

Part 7: New Deal

“I don’t know how much ‘more’ there is right now” my barbarian sheepishly confessed with a relieved smile once he realized he and I were on the same proverbial page, and that instead of going too far, he hadn’t gone far enough… yet.

I for my own part felt guilty for even asking, what man of almost forty could wow a younger woman two days in a row with such a rip my clothes off kind of passion, and still be up for more immediately afterwards? Men needed to recharge, like a battery, where I could do this until I was too sore to go on, and then perhaps even a little longer if the lust were high enough. Jim had shown me this side of myself, or perhaps he had just reminded me of it’s existence, but in either case I found myself becoming a very sexual being, and selfishly I wanted more.

Playing Chauffer 6: Meeting The Barbarian

Sun, 20 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from part 5)

Part 6: Meeting The Barbarian

“No, not at all” I answered, the irony of having both my self enslaved husband’s manhood and a key that unlocked it forever sealed in a transparent glass like material not lost on me in the slightest.

…I was now convinced that there was most certainly a second key hidden about someplace anyway, my husband Jack failing his own trust test miserably because of it’s hidden existence, and THAT I had decided would be his last mistake with me. One way or the other that key would be found, I told myself while suppressing my rage at the depth of his deception, and then this faux play chastity game of his would become something very real, and then the clock on his enforced servitude would start for real from that date of discovery…

Playing Chauffer 5: Passionate Collateral Damage

Fri, 04 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Playing Chauffer 4: Playing Chauffer, The Sequel)

Part 5: Passionate Collateral Damage

“…That I tend to ruin perfectly good women, or so I’ve been told, along with my being a hyper aggressive barbarian” the latter delivered with a testing smirk.

There was a lot going on here, and I knew my response would be critical, and on top of that I had my own thoughts to contend with. I didn’t regret what we had done, but this new day brought with it some powerful feelings for myself, the greatest of which was that I had no regrets. There was an obvious price to pay for this first infidelity of mine, (every step for the first part of my day at least likely reminding me physically of what we had done together), but I apparently wouldn’t be paying the bulk of it, nor I though would Jim as he seemed rather content with himself, as he should…

Just For Safekeeping

Tue, 03 Feb 2015 00:00:00 +0000

“And this is my office” Annie smiled as she continued the tour of her new mansion for the benefit of her friend Louise. “What is that big thing over there?” her friend asked as she looked over towards the large safe in the corner. “That’s my safe” Annie announced, “look I’ll show you”.

Annie took a small, but complicated looking key from her desk drawer and turned it in the safe. After a short click, Annie pulled the heavy door open with both hands. “Wow, its huge!” Louise announced, “and empty”. “Yes, it came with the house, don’t think I need one at all, certainly not that big”. “Is it secure?” Louise asked, obviously interested in the device. “Most secure there is, or so I’m told” Annie smiled. Louise started to explore it in more detail. “It’s almost big enough to fit a person inside” she continued. “Yes, I guess if I had to lock someone up, then that’d be the place to do it” Annie joked. Louise was exploring further and had now squeezed herself inside the steel box. She was a slim woman, blonde and in her mid-twenties, a part-time model who had always been too unreliable to win any serious modeling work. She was sitting on the floor of the safe, in her jeans and t-shirt, her shoes kicked off outside. “If you’re not careful, I might lock you inside,” Annie Joked. “Go on, I want to see what its like,” came the response. Annie hesitated. She knew her friend could be a bit wacky, but she wasn’t sure about locking her inside her maximum security safe. “OK, just for a moment,” came her reply. She pushed against the heavy door until the thud and a number of clicks showed that it was closed and locked. Inside the thud and clicking was even louder, and even more meaningful. It was pitch-black and totally silent. There was a feeling of complete helplessness. Initially she was scared, but Louise soon started to enjoy the feeling of being held totally captive, totally at someone else’s mercy. Within twenty seconds, some more clicks and daylight announced that Annie had unlocked the safe. She pulled the door open and went to help her friend out. “Can I try it for a bit longer?” Louise asked as she looked up to where Annie was standing. “Look it says there is ventilation in here, so it’d be OK for me to stay in for a while. “Why do you want to be locked in there anyway?” Annie asked, somewhat taken aback. “Please, it’d be exciting”, the blonde pushed as she looked pleadingly into Annie’s eyes. “OK, if that’s what you want,” Annie smiled, “but there’s no telling when I will let you out again”. “That’s why its so much fun,” Louise smiled. Annie pushed the door closed again until it locked in place. She then stood there wondering what to do. She had planned to have lunch with Louise, but she had now locked her behind four inches of steel. She sat down on top of her desk and absent-mindedly ran the key up and down the inside of her thighs, underneath her short summer skirt. She looked across at the safe and started to think about the woman locked inside. She was totally at Annie’s mercy. She could chose never to open the safe again and the poor woman would suffer a long and painful death. Indeed, if she lost the key, Louise might also die inside that thing. This was the only key to the safe. She smiled as she thought about the power she had over the woman and started to enjoy the feeling of power. She continued to play with the key underneath her skirt. Maybe she should go out and take some lunch. She went to her bedroom to change. She put on some well fitting blue jeans and belted them around her waist. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and swayed her hips as she walked towards it. Where should she keep the key, she thought as a smile crossed her face. She unbelted her jeans and took them off. She then removed her skimpy black silk knickers and smiled. She took a small key ring and attached the key to the safe to the inside of her knickers, in the middle at the back. She put her underwear back on and again walked towards the mirror. She smiled to herself as the key snuggled between her bum cheeks. She walked back across the room and the key and her knickers worked their way a little further into her arse. She then put her jeans back on and returned to her office. Louise was still locked inside. Annie had said that she was going out to lunch, so she might as well go and teach her friend a lesson. She left the house and drove to the restaurant, all the time unable to stop touching her arse to check the key was still there. Her sister Danni was already at the table. As Annie sat down, the key pushed further into her arse and she had to adjust it before she was comfortable. “Where’s Louise?” Danni started as her sister sat down. “Under lock and key” Annie smiled. “For some unknown reason, she wanted me to lock her in my safe”. Danni smiled, as she knew Louise had certain strange fetishes. “I hope you don’t lose the key,” Danni smiled as she thought about Louise locked securely in her sister’s safe. “I think I can say the key is in a safe place” Annie smiled, not elaborating further. “Where is it?” Danni asked. Annie hesitated for a moment but then stood up and tapped her arse. Danni laughed, “Should be safe enough in there”. “Yes and it feels quite nice” Annie purred, “That poor woman may be there for a while”. Three hours later, the sisters returned to Annie’s house. Annie walked into the study, her hips swaying in her jeans as she walked. She tapped the top of the safe and smiled. “How much longer should I keep her in there?” she said as walked back to her desk and sat down on top of it. “I guess we’d better check she’s still alive,” Danni replied. Annie left the room and reappeared a couple of minutes later with the key. She inserted it into the safe, turned it and pulled open the steel door. Louise climbed out and smiled. “Wow, that was incredible!” she exclaimed as she stretched her cramped muscles. “Its amazing to be totally helpless like that”. Danni looked into the safe. “Do you want to try as well?” Annie joked. “OK, but only for a moment,” Danni replied. “It doesn’t work unless you experience it for at least an hour,” Louise smiled as she looked towards Danni. After a pause, Danni replied, “OK Sis, you’d better put the key back in place”. Annie left the room and returned five minutes later. She smiled at her sister as she tapped her arse. “OK, the key’s in its place, looks like you’d better get into yours”. Danni climbed into the steel box and looked up at her sister as she pushed the door closed. Click, click, she was locked up. Danni sat in the darkness, terrified at first. What would happen if her sister never let her out? What if she lost the key? Then she found herself thinking about the key and where it lay inside Annie’s knickers. She was now totally reliant on her sister, totally at her mercy.

Dining with the Wizard 2: Sara

Sun, 17 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Dining with the Wizard 1: Jane)

Part 2: Sara

It was a fine dinner. A gourmet dinner. One to remember as much for it’s delicate mix of styles and flavors, as its substance. In ordinary circumstances, it was a dinner that would have made Sara exceedingly content. But these were not ordinary circumstances. So, for all the temptation that passed before her, heaped on fine silver platters, she ate barely enough to satisfy a slip of a girl - let alone her own six feet of lean and lanky appetite.