<?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>Machine-F+ on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/machine-f/</link><description>Recent content in Machine-F+ 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/machine-f/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Stories of Bound Friends 8: Andrea and the Uncertain Future 2</title><link>/stories/2015/01/01/the-stories-of-bound-friends-8-andrea-and-the-uncertain-future-2/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/01/01/the-stories-of-bound-friends-8-andrea-and-the-uncertain-future-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="storiesofboundfriends21.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Stories of Bound Friends 2.1: Andrea and the FetFair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="storiesofboundfriends8.html"&gt;part eight - (part one)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 8: Andrea and the Uncertain Future - Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Andrea’s hand shook as she reached the door. She needed to dig herself out of this hole she dug for herself, but she hated herself for wanting to. These people were awful and didn’t deserve her respect. She took a deep breath, tried to steal her nerves, and reached out for the doorknob.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai-Shift - Kiyoko</title><link>/stories/2012/12/20/gai-shift-kiyoko/</link><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/12/20/gai-shift-kiyoko/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;To understand the Gai Shift &amp;amp; to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="gai_shift.html"&gt;Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiyoko&lt;/strong&gt;a Gai-Shift cog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She perched like a dove on the timeworn subterranean platform, eyes elfin and wise, hair a river of black, slender yet strong limbs hinted beneath her flowing white robes. She said nothing, content to watch the rumbling belt with its whining, wide-eyed cargoes rolling past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Olsen’s Family Dairy Farm 2</title><link>/stories/2011/09/28/olsens-family-dairy-farm-2/</link><pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/09/28/olsens-family-dairy-farm-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="olsensfamilydairyfarm.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olsen’s Family Dairy Farm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This story contains adult content and a disturbing theme so if you are under the age to view such material or easily disturbed please stop reading, you won’t but hey you were warned.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sarah’s family always said that she wasn’t a bad kid at heart she just couldn’t see the train coming till it was two feet from her…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was the local hottie in a sleepy rural community that barely had enough students to qualify for its own school, despite her parents best efforts she was quite useless at anything practical and her grades left her unqualified for everything in a community where most of the residents were still only a few steps removed from working the land.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai-Shift - Hotel California Chapter 4: Escape to a New Life</title><link>/stories/2010/10/09/gai-shift-hotel-california-chapter-4-escape-to-a-new-life/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/10/09/gai-shift-hotel-california-chapter-4-escape-to-a-new-life/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_hotelcalifornia3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai-Shift - Hotel California Chapter 3: Hang Out the Washing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;_To understand the Gai Shift &amp;amp; to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="gai_shift.html"&gt;Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Continued from &lt;a href="gaishift_hotelcalifornia3.html"&gt;part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 4: Escape to a New Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;With thanks to Brushslut&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[AP WIRE - LONDON] BRITISH AIRSHIP THWARTS SLAVERS IN MID-ATLANTIC, RESCUES FAMED ABOLITIONIST.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;THE HOME OFFICE REPORTED THE INTERCEPTION OF A VENEZUELAN SLAVE SHIP BOUND FOR THE UNITED STATES BY THE AIRSHIP &amp;lsquo;UNBOUND PLEASURE&amp;rsquo;. THE AIRSHIP WAS ON A ROUTINE ATLANTIC PATROL WHEN IT ENCOUNTERED THE &amp;lsquo;EXCITE VALDEZ&amp;rsquo;. A CLOSE PASS REVEALED UNCLOTHED WOMEN CRUELLY SHACKLED IN VARIOUS CONTORTED POSITIONS OF DISTRESS WITHIN ITS HOLD, PROVOKING THE INTERDICTION. WHILE THE UNITED STATES LEGALLY RECOGNIZES SOME FORMS OF SLAVERY, ENGLAND DOES NOT.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Modern Punishment 2</title><link>/stories/2009/02/28/modern-punishment-2/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/02/28/modern-punishment-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;WARNING ! This story is intended for adult persons over the age of eighteen and should
not be viewed by those under that age or the legal age of consent where you live.
This story contains aspects of rubber fetishism and other sexual acts and practices that
may be offensive to some people. This story is for ADULTS ONLY! If you don’t like seeing
things such as this, Please, read no further.
Unless authorized by the writer, this story is considered copyrighted and is the
intellectual property thereof. Please do not post to pay sites or any place else with out
the authors permission.
Thanks to Lola for re-reading and improvements.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Smart Duct Tape 5</title><link>/stories/2006/05/02/smart-duct-tape-5/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/05/02/smart-duct-tape-5/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Beth
was taped up
waiting for
Sharna and Lacey to return with her new toys.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At
the adult store Sharna and
Lacey enter
the adult store. A man from behind to counter said, &amp;ldquo;Welcome to Jo&amp;rsquo; Bob &amp;rsquo;s Den of Iniquities.
I am Jo&amp;rsquo; Bob ; can I be of any
assistance?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lacey says they are looking for a blue super deluxe wireless vibrator set, blue breast-milking
nipple clamps with pump, and a blue leather obedience hood. The man said that he had all of the things the women had asked for and some new stuff
that they may not have seen before. He showed the women the new white noise
earplugs with microphone that blocked out all noise except, what was said into the
microphone for full sincerer depravation, and it even come it different colors. He
told the women that he had a very new item that will not be out for sale to
the public for at lease six more months. He said he was beta testing it for
the manufactures. He asked if the women would like to see. They said yes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai Shift - Pit 10: Sybil's Trap</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-10-sybils-trap/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-10-sybils-trap/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_pit9.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai Shift - Pit 9: Megan&amp;rsquo;s Frustration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 10: Sybil&amp;rsquo;s Trap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once Sybil had been untied and everyone had enjoyed a light breakfast (not necessarily in that order) the four subterranean explorers continued on their journey. Spirits were high and teamwork solid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Look, Sybil,&amp;rdquo; Megan pleaded, &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help it. I was all tied up, and your&amp;hellip; well&amp;hellip; your muffin was right under my nose. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t resist.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai Shift - Pit 11: Pitinna's Garden</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-11-pitinnas-garden/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-11-pitinnas-garden/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_pit10.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai Shift - Pit 10: Sybil&amp;rsquo;s Trap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 11: Pitinna&amp;rsquo;s Garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olivia awoke in a beautiful garden, lying on her back in a field of grass and vines. Dawn was just breaking overhead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She shook her head, trying to remember how she&amp;rsquo;d gotten here. There had been&amp;hellip; the Pit! And the tube, with the screaming plummet through the darkness! But how had she gotten here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She began to stir, to hoist herself up on her elbows. Instantly the vines whipped around her wrists and ankles, reeling back, snapping her spread-eagled. She struggled against the tightly-looped tendrils but found herself as tightly trapped as if she were home in Kiyoko&amp;rsquo;s scarves and hemp lines.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai Shift - Pit 12: Pitinna's Mission</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-12-pitinnas-mission/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-12-pitinnas-mission/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_pit11.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai Shift - Pit 11: Pitinna&amp;rsquo;s Garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 12: Pitinna&amp;rsquo;s Mission&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Megan, the little countryside witch, yawned around her smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;True, her situation should have filled her with great concern. She was laying on her trim belly within a tight roll of bed sheets, head out one end, petty feet out the other. She lay across an orderly stack of similar rolls, neatly arrayed on a small railcart. And other than this cocoon of white linen, her trimly girlish body possessed not a stitch of clothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai Shift - Pit 13: Rani's Palace</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-13-ranis-palace/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-13-ranis-palace/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_pit12.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai Shift - Pit 12: Pitinna&amp;rsquo;s Mission&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 13: Rani&amp;rsquo;s Palace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As their railcart rolled over the wide ocean of women&amp;rsquo;s passion, with her limbs snuggly secured within the wrappings of crisp white sheets, Kiyoko considered the revelations Olivia had passed to her. How they were being transported into their adversary&amp;rsquo;s stronghold, tasked with defeating a living goddess, the prospect of domination and subservience the reward for failure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai Shift - Pit 2: Miss Anna</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-2-miss-anna/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-2-miss-anna/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_pit1.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai Shift - Pit 1: Kidnap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2: Miss Anna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;On anyone else, a lime-green teddy would look silly. But on Lady Petunia Goldwaith, Royal Scientist, it was heavenly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It could have been the curves created by the geometry of her tidy tummy, generous breasts and shapely hips that suggested the green hills of England. Or the way her spill of golden hair swept over her creamy shoulders like golden clouds brushing lush summits. It could have been how her rounded buttocks shifted atop her desk chair, an erotic chiaroscuro spanning the gambit of steamy emerald to sultry jade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai Shift - Pit 3: Adara Burke</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-3-adara-burke/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-3-adara-burke/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_pit2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai Shift - Pit 2: Miss Anna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Adara Burke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The silence of the Central London Precinct House hung like smoke in the early morning hours, as quiet as conspiracy, as pungent as corruption&amp;hellip;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adara Burke shook her head in muffled frustration. Her editor at the Sun would not accept such hackneyed phasing. Still, it was hard to think clearly, suspended in isolation by her heels as she was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai Shift - Pit 4: Arrest &amp; Capture</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-4-arrest-capture/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-4-arrest-capture/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_pit3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai Shift - Pit 3: Adara Burke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 4: Arrest &amp;amp; Capture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were no tenements or slums in the world of Gai, but there were less-than-desirable places to live. The Lambeth Terraces was one such location. Wedged into an odd-shaped lot, the majesty of the Thames shielded by greater buildings, it simply existed. The last two landladies had tried to spruce it up to little effect. Sometime in the future it would likely be razed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai Shift - Pit 5: Packages</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-5-packages/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-5-packages/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_pit4.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai Shift - Pit 4: Arrest &amp;amp; Capture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 5: Packages&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Petunia Goldwaith slowly awoke from pleasant dreams of bridled pleasures. She didn&amp;rsquo;t open her eyes to meet the day, not yet. First, she stirred her arms and legs, somewhat disappointed to not find them tautly tied to the four posts of her huge soft bed. Sometimes the maids got frisky, a delightful distraction to start the day with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai Shift - Pit 6: The Mission</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-6-the-mission/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-6-the-mission/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_pit5.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai Shift - Pit 5: Packages&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 6: The Mission&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The three women waited on the edge of their seats for the briefing to begin. Literally. They&amp;rsquo;d been stripped and tied neatly to high backed chairs in Willie Hall&amp;rsquo;s ornate wood-paneled dining room, erect in posture but totally lacking in clothing. Olivia Hammersmith, Kyoko and Sybil had been trussed up with yards of ropes, centered and symmetrical in their huge chairs, anchorlines holding them at solid attention. So intense was their bondage that thin cording cinched their thumbs and locked down their toes in orderly rows of piggies. Across their pursed lips were wide leather gags adorned with the Goldwaith coat of arms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai Shift - Pit 7: Evaluation</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-7-evaluation/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-7-evaluation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_pit6.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai Shift - Pit 6: The Mission&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 7: Evaluation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was an somber subterranean chamber, its walls rough brickwork, its air hanging in stillness. The far end of the room tapered into a dark hall floored with shadowy holes. At the other, a large pipe jutted out, a set of canvas bags strung beneath it at the ready.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The silence was broken as distant ram-fans spun up, rumbling like a summer storm. A gale built from the downward maw of the pipe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai Shift - Pit 9: Megan's Frustration</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-9-megans-frustration/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-9-megans-frustration/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_pit8.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai Shift - Pit 8: The Wash Room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 9: Megan&amp;rsquo;s Frustration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Megan couldn&amp;rsquo;t sleep. Her mind whirled with erotic imagery. She&amp;rsquo;d spent hours laying in her blanket, thinking about what she&amp;rsquo;d do to Kate when she returned to Sheepish, every knot, every giggled promise, every touch, every playful humiliation. Kate would become her play doll. How fun it would be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She tried to clear her head, to push the purple-haired girl from her thoughts. But then her eyes would fall on Sybil, laying in Kiyoko&amp;rsquo;s silk bindings, tucked up nice and tidy, so trim in her black underthings. At the sight of her softly trussed party member, a yearning rose within her. She found herself desiring to kneel next to the bound girl, to whisper, &amp;ldquo;I understand you. I trust you,&amp;rdquo; as she touched her, hesitantly at first, then with a growing boldness, exploring Sybil&amp;rsquo;s dark concavities, bringing comfort to her in a most sympathetic yet knowing manner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai-Shift - Hotel California Chapter 3: Hang Out the Washing</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-hotel-california-chapter-3-hang-out-the-washing/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-hotel-california-chapter-3-hang-out-the-washing/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_hotelcalifornia2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai-Shift - Hotel California Chapter 2: Complimentary Package&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;To understand the Gai Shift &amp;amp; to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="gai_shift.html"&gt;Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Continued from &lt;a href="gaishift_hotelcalifornia2.html"&gt;part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;_&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Hang Out the Washing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;With thanks to Brushslut_&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She had been Barbette&amp;rsquo;s senior by two years, a vast difference from a teenager&amp;rsquo;s perspective. She was also a farm girl from the next valley over, strong and healthy. And when the young Barbette hunted truffles in the Gascony woods, she had, herself, been hunted!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 17: Diamonds are a Girls best friend...</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-out-of-africa-chapter-17-diamonds-are-a-girls-best-friend.../</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-out-of-africa-chapter-17-diamonds-are-a-girls-best-friend.../</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_outofafrica16.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 16: Out of the Pot &amp;amp; Into the Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;_To understand the Gai Shift &amp;amp; to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="gai_shift.html"&gt;Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 17: Diamonds are a Girls best friend&amp;hellip;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;with thanks to SkyHawk7x&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Twenty-six days beyond the season of rains, afternoon&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am Pili, and I own white women.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well, perhaps technically it is Noblewoman Jumbe who owns them. Or perhaps it is the below-god, the voice behind the wall that animates the magical machines, who owns them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 18: Mosi's Downfall</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-out-of-africa-chapter-18-mosis-downfall/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-out-of-africa-chapter-18-mosis-downfall/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_outofafrica17.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 17: Diamonds are a Girls best friend&amp;hellip;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;_To understand the Gai Shift &amp;amp; to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="gai_shift.html"&gt;Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 18: Mosi&amp;rsquo;s Downfall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;with thanks to SkyHawk7x&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thirty days beyond the season of rains&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am Pili. I sit on my narrow lonely bed in my narrow, lonely room, Sister&amp;rsquo;s diary on my lap. I read her words. I read her thoughts. I read of the temple of Astarte, of Mother Superior. I read of her intentions of forming a convent in Africa where women would be bound to their beds, rattling in their lusts and they are endlessly serviced through the long sultry nights.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 19: Pili to the rescue</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-out-of-africa-chapter-19-pili-to-the-rescue/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-out-of-africa-chapter-19-pili-to-the-rescue/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_outofafrica18.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 18: Mosi&amp;rsquo;s Downfall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;_To understand the Gai Shift &amp;amp; to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="gai_shift.html"&gt;Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 19: Pili to the rescue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;with thanks to SkyHawk7x&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thirty-three days beyond the season of rains&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am Pili. I am in love.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have grown to love Sister. I have read her diary about the adoration she grants the captives of her goddess. I have read of the long nights of nuzzling happiness she shares with them. I find myself craving her touch, her knots, her imprisonment. Slavery to Mosi is as rough and demanding as diamond processing. Slavery to Sister would be soft, caring, comforting bondage. I would give anything to join her convent. But I do not know how that can ever be.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai-Shift 5: Engine Room</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-5-engine-room/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-5-engine-room/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gai_shift04.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai-Shift 4: Bert51&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 5: Engine Room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;So, Constance,&amp;rdquo; asked Lady Petunia Goldwaith over her coffee cup&amp;rsquo;s rim, &amp;ldquo;Would you like to see our airship&amp;rsquo;s propulsion system?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chief Officer Constance Drummand looked up from her small plate of eggs. The three women; herself, the scientist and Zana Hoffsteder, the &lt;em&gt;Unbound Pleasure&amp;rsquo;s&lt;/em&gt; captain, were sharing a light breakfast in the rear of the bridge. The morning sun shimmered across the waves of the Atlantic Ocean some five thousand feet below.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Smart Duct Tape 4</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/smart-duct-tape-4/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/smart-duct-tape-4/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="smartducttape3.html"&gt;part 3&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="smartducttape3alt.html"&gt;part 3alt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Brief Synopsis:
The machine had moved on to step 4, to make contact with the one who
made it, and what to do with its captive Officer Lacey. Back at the hospital
Sharna had had a catheter, an IV, and was wrapped up and gagged, but thanks
to a new, and very dumb, doctor she escaped.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As we continue:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The machine moved on to step 4. To make contact with
the one who made it. The machine went to the policewoman&amp;rsquo;s computer and
hooked up to it via the USB and Network jacks, and then it turned the computer
on. The DT9000 set its onboard clock to the time in the computer, then
it logged on to the Internet to update its programming, and to find out
what to do with its captive Officer Lacey.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Stories of Bound Friends</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-stories-of-bound-friends/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-stories-of-bound-friends/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: Andrea&amp;rsquo;s Eventful Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Andrea paused her lunch to read her phone&amp;rsquo;s new text, causing a smile to cross her face. &amp;ldquo;We are officially off, have a great week sweetheart - Mom &amp;amp; Dad.&amp;rdquo; She still wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure if it was a total coincidence or that her parents were being kind, that of all the weeks for them to go away this was the one they chose. She had never been left alone for more than a day or two, and now on the week of her 18th birthday her parents would be out to sea on an 11 day long cruise. They mentioned something about this being the cheapest time of year, or that it was one of the few times they both could take off work, but in the back of her mind she wondered if this wasn&amp;rsquo;t their form of a present. &amp;ldquo;Happy birthday, here&amp;rsquo;s the house to yourself!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Stories of Bound Friends 7: Megan and the Unorthodox Reunion</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-stories-of-bound-friends-7-megan-and-the-unorthodox-reunion/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-stories-of-bound-friends-7-megan-and-the-unorthodox-reunion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="storiesofboundfriends6.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Stories of Bound Friends 6: Lea and the Digital Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 7: Megan and the Unorthodox Reunion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lea tried to get past what had just happened. She didn’t want to dwell on being blackmailed into extending her term of service to that AI dominatrix bitch, but how could she not? Hannah was giving her space to think on it, but she almost wished she wouldn’t. Thinking wasn’t helping. Though there’s a lot of things she wished Hannah would do that she had no power to compel. But that’s the gist of being the submissive slave, you aren’t in control. Period. And most frustrating of all, she had a safeword programmed in, but now if she ever used it the program would turn to standby which would stop it from communicating with its unknown server which would lead to all those videos all being released. No, given enough time she might just find that server, find some way to get free, but not right now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Stories of Bound Friends 8: Andrea and the Uncertain Future</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-stories-of-bound-friends-8-andrea-and-the-uncertain-future/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-stories-of-bound-friends-8-andrea-and-the-uncertain-future/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="storiesofboundfriends7.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Stories of Bound Friends 7: Megan and the Unorthodox Reunion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 8: Andrea and the Uncertain Future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So no one else finds it odd?” Megan asked as the four sat lazily around the couches playing cards.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Just count your blessings, right now we have free reign so who cares why?” Sophia said as she played a card and drew another.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“But that’s my point, Hannah made us all go to the trouble of making up lies so we could be up here undisturbed, she made us all get our tongues pierced, she made us toss every ounce of clothing we had up here, she’s been keeping us prisoner for just over two weeks and now suddenly she says we’re on our own for a few days before she then just shuts off?” Megan said. All of them had thought it at one point or another in the last three days, but it just seemed to be Megan’s turn to fixate on it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>