<?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>Milk on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/milk/</link><description>Recent content in Milk 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/milk/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Scanned, Printed, Sealed</title><link>/stories/2025/09/20/scanned-printed-sealed/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/09/20/scanned-printed-sealed/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-five"&gt;Part Five&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="monday-afternoon-plans-are-made"&gt;Monday Afternoon, Plans are Made&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maggie was clearly thinking, but finally pulled herself together and explained, “I can’t punish George or David as much as they deserve, and there&amp;rsquo;s no guarantee the courts would convict them. I also understand the need to protect the company, and Phil especially. So sadly it is probably best not to press criminal charges and drag all of us through the courts in the hope that George might eventually receive some sort of jail time and not just plead out to a lesser crime and get parole anyway.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Scanned, Printed, Sealed</title><link>/stories/2025/08/09/scanned-printed-sealed/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/09/scanned-printed-sealed/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-four"&gt;Part Four&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="monday-morning"&gt;Monday morning&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Phil woke up suddenly, his entire body had been mildly zapped, he heard the canned voice that started every video game session, the throne light up sequence and musical fanfare reflected off the tent walls.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Someone was playing the video game?”&lt;/em&gt; Phil thought in a panic, but he saw no one in the tent. Wait, the screen on the game kiosk was activated. The start to the game was running. Phil’s viewpoint shifted into the game like it always did during game play.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Risky Return to Sin City</title><link>/stories/2025/06/30/a-risky-return-to-sin-city/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/06/30/a-risky-return-to-sin-city/</guid><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Section 15.18 The Submissive agrees to service or be sexually used by any person or persons of the Dominant’s choosing. Such encounters may include participation of multiple people at a time if that so pleases the Dominant. The Submissive will be bound, restrained and blindfolded during these encounters and this is by the Submissive’s expressed request and consent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;_&lt;strong&gt;The Submissive explicitly grants his permission to be sexually used and abused by those individuals invited by the Dominant to take part in the activities with the Submissive, and furthermore, the Submissive grants his permission for those individuals to complete such acts on the Submissive while the Submissive is bound, restrained and/or blindfolded.&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Scanned, Shipped, Printed</title><link>/stories/2025/05/30/scanned-shipped-printed/</link><pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/05/30/scanned-shipped-printed/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4"&gt;Part 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="a-daring-rescue"&gt;A Daring Rescue&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Maggie,” Paula called out as she entered the lab “We’ve got a problem!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maggie looked up in surprise from the monitors “What problem? Everything is in the green here.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Paula flopped down on the old leather sofa next to Maggie “No, not that.” Paula took a moment to check the readings herself. “The Sarcophagus is working fine. Too fine!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“You aren’t making sense Paula, take a deep breath and then tell me slowly. What’s wrong?” Maggie hugged Paula to calm her down.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Scanned, Shipped, Printed</title><link>/stories/2025/04/26/scanned-shipped-printed/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/04/26/scanned-shipped-printed/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="unlimited-prototypes"&gt;Unlimited Prototypes&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Paula continued “Well I wrote up our preliminary results from this weekend&amp;rsquo;s experiments. Management was so impressed they have greenlighted additional funds. Do you know what that means?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Phil groaned. Maggie laughed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“That’s right, we’ll be able to make and test as many prototypes as we want!” Paula concluded.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maggie happily replied “That’s wonderful news Paula, we’ll get together real soon to start work on the next model.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pride and Prancing</title><link>/stories/2024/12/17/pride-and-prancing/</link><pubDate>Tue, 17 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/12/17/pride-and-prancing/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="1-bryony"&gt;1) Bryony&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was still dark when Sam, the groom, woke me, pulling me reluctantly by my stable halter from the blanket where I lay wrapped in the warmth of Honey’s body. It was early autumn and the air in the stable was chill making my skin ripple with goosebumps and my nipples harden. Any anguish at being roused so early from sleep, however, was soon displaced, by the pleasure of Sam’s rampant cock entering me roughly as I knelt still blinking the sleep from my eyes and trying not to shiver.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Desert Chronicles</title><link>/stories/2024/09/15/desert-chronicles/</link><pubDate>Sun, 15 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/09/15/desert-chronicles/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="2-milkmaid"&gt;2: Milkmaid&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a sultry summer day in the desert town where they lived. Greg and Don and Nel were quietly sneaking down the side of an alfalfa field of a farmer whose farm lay near to where Greg lived.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lawrence Hill, Farmer Hill to the three teenagers, was far too aware of what went on at his farm to have missed the three but recognizing them and their likely goal decided to pay them no mind. He had chased Greg’s somewhat-recently single mother for a while, had gotten to know the boy a bit and had a decent opinion of him. He also recognized the girl with them as Greg’s girlfriend but he could not remember her name and they had barely met in passing back then. The third, a young man, all three in their late teens, he didn’t know but he had a sense for Greg and Greg was respectful and not malicious. They seemed to be heading for his water storage pond and impromptu swimming hole, which made sense from the bikini top the girl was wearing, so he decided to let them be. If they thought they were sneaking in then they were likely to be careful not to do any damage, so he was fine.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>To Fill A Need</title><link>/stories/2024/07/21/to-fill-a-need/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Jul 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/07/21/to-fill-a-need/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Several years ago, my wife and I led a very active and somewhat kinky sex life. Then she had a stroke. The side effect was that she lost so much sensation on her left side, she was unable to have an orgasm no matter what technique she or I used. Over the years, our sex life dwindled to almost nothing. She knew this was quite a change for us both but as she had lost her desire but I had not, she felt badly for me. We had some limited fun, with her tying me down and using a Hitachi wand on me. Note that me being with another woman was not going to happen. As time went on, even this happened less and less as we both kind of lost our sex drives.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Farmer's Daughters</title><link>/stories/2023/08/25/the-farmers-daughters/</link><pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/08/25/the-farmers-daughters/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Peggy and Maggie were excited their new boyfriends were willing to visit the family farm. Both were city boys, so the farm was a new experience for both. Bernie and Billy had never been on a farm to actually see pigs and cows. They learned pigs really do like being in the mud. The boys were even allowed to watch a butchering as the pigs were scalded in a large tub, cut and hung up awaiting the butcher’s knife. The girls jokingly teased the boys that they would love to hang the boys naked from the rafters like the pigs and play with them. Bernie and Billy didn’t know whether to laugh, run or take them up on the offer.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Subspace - Emma's Fetish Cruise Adventure</title><link>/stories/2023/08/07/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</link><pubDate>Mon, 07 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/08/07/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-10-uni-cows"&gt;Part 10. Uni-cows&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emma walked slowly behind Ophelia, who held three leashes, Emma’s being the middle one that came from the group. Kit/&amp;lsquo;it&amp;rsquo; and Victoria/Unworthy on either side crawling and on fours as they made their way to the ranch. The three of them were all dressed similarly. A collar, wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs locked together by heavy chains. Each also wore chastity belts, corsets, and ballet boots. That was the base attire worn for those who worship the Unicorn Goddess.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The House of the Spider</title><link>/stories/2022/10/29/the-house-of-the-spider/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/29/the-house-of-the-spider/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Evocative, isn’t it? Unfortunately, I only have the first few lines.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kristen Simms nodded. She was a grad student specializing in Arachnology, the study of spiders, and aside from the occasional digression into the study of insects, her interests didn’t extend beyond her own field. But she had a very specific reason for investigating the colonial folklore that Professor Bothal specialized in. A reason that she would rather the professor not know.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>2520 AD</title><link>/stories/2021/03/23/2520-ad/</link><pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/23/2520-ad/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1b"&gt;Part 1b&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was left alone for some time and when I eventually flagged two CAs released my neck and arms so that I could replace the chastity tube myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was then fully released, given the dressing gown and taken cuffed back to my cell where I was made to sit again quietly, contemplating my next time with the Hades bitch. Later, I was allowed to sleep naked in the bed, my hands fitted with locked-on thick leather mitts to “prevent me attempting any type of pleasure,” as they explained.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Pet</title><link>/stories/2020/05/04/the-pet/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/05/04/the-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="thepet.html"&gt;chapter one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While Spot was healing at the Vet&amp;rsquo;s office, plans were evolving. Master &amp;amp; Princess hadn&amp;rsquo;t been as secretive about their project as they probably should have. Word had gotten around in certain circles. Some of those who were most interested, were really not the type of people that you want to spend a lot of time around. Miss Laura was one of those types. She ran a&amp;hellip; well&amp;hellip; let&amp;rsquo;s just call it a business. She took willing, and sometimes not so willing females and using her skilled in house technicians, altered them to form the perfect submissive or slave for anybody that had the money. Most were pretty mild &amp;lsquo;conversions&amp;rsquo; but lately she had been leaning to the more extreme and now she REALLY wanted to break into the pet girl market.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Induced</title><link>/stories/2018/05/14/induced/</link><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/05/14/induced/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Godammit, broke down again! The trusty Toyota that&amp;rsquo;s been my faithful friend since college has finally failed me. As luck would have it, also in the middle of the night and middle of no where. I coasted to a stop along the side of the heavily wooded two lane highway. Smoke pouring from under the hood I reach for my cell, No service! This is getting better by the minute. Think Mark, wait, walk who knows&amp;hellip; I exit my vehicle and wait, zero cars, one hour then two. Screw it ! I&amp;rsquo;m walking somewhere. Has to be a house, gas station, a passerby somewhere. I did leave a note, grabbed my coat locked the doors and down the road I went. After about an hour a break! Lights in the distance through the woods. I turned and followed down a long drive way.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Dairy Unit</title><link>/stories/2017/09/29/the-dairy-unit/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/29/the-dairy-unit/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;When Stephanie says that her most intimate fantasy is to be milked like a cow, a way is found to make her fantasy come true.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And now I&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;was definitely wondering why I&amp;rsquo;d agreed to take part in a game of &amp;lsquo;Truth or Dare&amp;rsquo; just over a week ago! Certainly if I&amp;rsquo;d known that Jo was from a farming family I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have admitted to that fantasy, but now seemingly it was too late to go back on it, the one consolation I guessed, was that it might be fun to make that fantasy become reality&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;I hope!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Reluctant Cow</title><link>/stories/2017/09/03/the-reluctant-cow/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/03/the-reluctant-cow/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;To please her boyfriend, Maggie is temporarily transformed to
become cow-like. But the lab assistant didn&amp;rsquo;t receive clear enough
instructions&amp;hellip;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maggie was trying to grasp the situation. She was chewing something.
She was definitely in a barn. There was a breeze, and it made her aware that she was naked. She
seemed to be bending over, with her hands on a stand in front of her, and
her feet on the ground.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Take it Like a Sheep! 3: Do Machines Dream of Sheep?</title><link>/stories/2016/07/03/take-it-like-a-sheep-3-do-machines-dream-of-sheep/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/03/take-it-like-a-sheep-3-do-machines-dream-of-sheep/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="takeitlikeasheep2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take it Like a Sheep! 2: Julia on a Stick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Do Machines Dream of Sheep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Julie came away from the night of her first automatic scene with the awareness that she could make her machines do anything; anything within the limits of her machine’s abilities, that is. Julie was past this already. She knew that for her to cater her newly developed taste for autoerotic, she needed much more developed machinery, with the robotics and software to match. Julie knew her position at this job would not giver her access to that kind of hardware. Even before Julie programmed her second scene for her vet track, she was looking online to find out what type of company offered this type of access for her to tinker with. There were a few possibilities open to her, but the one with the most promise was a robotics company, specializing in dairy livestock. They used the same software developer within their interface, and she could pitch a good success story about how she improved upon the same programming for her current position in the vet track.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Karen’s Delight</title><link>/stories/2015/09/25/karens-delight/</link><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/09/25/karens-delight/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Karen became wet as she began walking out of the fancy building where she met with her editor. Mmm, she moaned slightly as she was walking to her car. Karen had always been into bondage since she was 12 years old. Now being 33, living on her own in a quiet farm town where everyone minded their business. She loved being out in the country, the smell of fresh air and open space, compared to working in the city. She couldn&amp;rsquo;t stand all the traffic, noise and rude people. Luckily for her she was a free lance writer and only checked in for one week every two months.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Milking Wheel</title><link>/stories/2015/01/01/the-milking-wheel/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/01/01/the-milking-wheel/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;In future Womyn have all power &amp;amp; lustful thought is a crime. In a future time, a young lawyer is accused of a “man crime.” Specifically, he is accused of violating The Protection of Womyn Act by thinking of a Womyn in the office in a “lustful and illegal” fashion. The punishment for such a crime is the pain and humiliation of a public milking and possibly the complete removal of his manhood, leaving him a eunuch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mothers Milk</title><link>/stories/2014/01/30/mothers-milk/</link><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/01/30/mothers-milk/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It had been a bad year for a number of reasons. There were water shortages due to global warming and now there were problems with milk production in the dairy industry due to viral infections causing the governing bodies to consider alternative methods of producing milk. The biggest problem facing the mothers of new babies was that cows milk was not being allowed for use because of the viral infections and the risk of transmission. The great majority of new mothers were being advised not to breast feed their babies due to the chemicals being passed on to the child through the mother from all of the food additives that were in use to promote growth. So there was the dilemma. What to feed the babies requiring real milk.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>House Sitting</title><link>/stories/2013/12/13/house-sitting/</link><pubDate>Fri, 13 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/12/13/house-sitting/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I live in a mountain town in the middle of nowhere USA. It is one of those towns where everyone knows everyone and the most exciting things in this town are the high school football games, bingo, karaoke and when the occasional new person moves in. I am a freshman going to the community college working at the family owned leather working shop. I had been working there since I was 5 and now that I was 20 I had gotten really good. In addition to being good at my job I was also trusted by everyone. I didn’t mind because I made as much money house sitting for people going out of town and leaving for the winter that I made working at the leather shop.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Old Milkers</title><link>/stories/2013/01/12/old-milkers/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/01/12/old-milkers/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Being an enterprising businesswoman I looked at the popular trend of human milk producing farms, and their acceptance with the well healed in society that didn&amp;rsquo;t want to produce their own. Some farms were designed right from the start for human cows, and their automated processes provided plausible deniability for any farmer caught &amp;ldquo;accidentally&amp;rdquo; enslaving a free woman against her will. Several key parts of the automated conversion from free woman to milker left the latter with little in common with their free relatives, and it was easy for the courts to draw up legal distinctions between the two.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Old Milkers</title><link>/stories/2013/01/12/old-milkers/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/01/12/old-milkers/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Being an enterprising businesswoman I looked at the popular trend of human milk producing farms, and their acceptance with the well healed in society that didn&amp;rsquo;t want to produce their own. Some farms were designed right from the start for human cows, and their automated processes provided plausible deniability for any farmer caught &amp;ldquo;accidentally&amp;rdquo; enslaving a free woman against her will. Several key parts of the automated conversion from free woman to milker left the latter with little in common with their free relatives, and it was easy for the courts to draw up legal distinctions between the two.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Bronze Horse 13</title><link>/stories/2012/06/29/the-bronze-horse-13/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/06/29/the-bronze-horse-13/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="bronzehorse12.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bronze Horse 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next morning Mato and Minnie were getting me ready for the trip into town. Fred came up and said “I want you to use our two older mares at the back as breakers, next the two new mares in front of them and then Bronze at the very front. This layout will help train the new mares to be in harness”.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeonware by Design</title><link>/stories/2012/03/23/dungeonware-by-design/</link><pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/03/23/dungeonware-by-design/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: Test flight&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sometimes there are times when techster regrets the fact that his wife, lover, playmate, and keyholder is a mechanical design engineer.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today would be no exception.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Techster is always working on upgrades for the subterranean dungeon that he furnished for a DS couple, who like Techster, are using their BDSM business to keep them financially solvent. Today he was under pressure to come up with a tech, yet simple, device to terrorize the clients.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Down on the Farm</title><link>/stories/2012/03/16/down-on-the-farm/</link><pubDate>Fri, 16 Mar 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/03/16/down-on-the-farm/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was watching the scene on the CCTV, watching my lovely young Au Pair Julia. Fresh from Germany she was a delightful little thing. Slim, lean and blonde like every young German girl should be. An animal lover, a gentle soul and right now she was having a wild old time with my dogs.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I like my dogs, and I like them big. Max and Marcus were part fox hound and part black Mastiff. Big, broad and amenable beasts they loved being around people, and Julia appeared to love being around them. Right down they are all three soaked to the skin down by the milking shed. Julia has the hose out and what started as a session washing my lovable duo and her in her skimpy bikini has ended in a mutual soaking on the flagstones. Julia has her arms about Max’s head and is giving him a big hug. She really shouldn’t be down on her knees like that with them. It makes them harder to control if you do not take a firm hand with them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Memories</title><link>/stories/2011/11/07/memories/</link><pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/11/07/memories/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is a true story of a trip I took one year in the Mediterranean.  It tells of what I saw, and have never forgotten.  Perhaps in my telling, you won’t be able to forget it either.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was summer, 1974 – nearly 37 years ago.  And I had joined a guided tour group on one of those Wham-Bang, six countries in four days kind of deals.  The “cruise ship”, such as it was, was a converted “packet steamer” probably left over from World War Two.  Years past it’s prime, it chugged along at an amazingly slow pace from port to port, while the tour party soaked up local culture and customs along the way.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Underground Dungeon Maker</title><link>/stories/2011/10/13/the-underground-dungeon-maker/</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/10/13/the-underground-dungeon-maker/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My husband, Techster, had been depressed since the engineering testing firm that he worked for the last 15 years folded. This was due to the lack of business thanks to the current economy. The fact that only income he had was commission and residual income from a book that he had written several years ago. For the last 20 years Techster has used his engineering knowledge to create some of the most devious adult toys and dungeonware for our personal use and experimentation; I suggested that he start designing and making some dungeonware for sale. It only took him one visit to our favorite adult store to come up with his first client. After Techster told our friend, Mitch, who is the lead clerk at the store what he wanted to do and that he would reward him for any business that came our way from his store it only took one hour before his first call.&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><item><title>The Herd</title><link>/stories/2011/05/02/the-herd/</link><pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/05/02/the-herd/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;One and one is two, two and two is four, four and four is&amp;hellip;is eight, eight and eight is six&amp;hellip;six&amp;hellip;one and one is two&amp;hellip;dog!&amp;hellip;food time&amp;hellip;feel good time&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kristen allowed herself to be guided through the house. She had met Emile about a week ago at the sponsors&amp;rsquo; dinner. She&amp;rsquo;d been serving. He ate sparingly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I eat to be polite, but I greatly prefer my own food. You understand.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She didn&amp;rsquo;t really, but she nodded and smiled politely.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>FutureCom's New Barista</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/futurecoms-new-barista/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/futurecoms-new-barista/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Clara&amp;rsquo;s brow furrowed slightly as she answered the questions on the touch screen in front of her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Have you had any children? – No.
Are you on any hormonal birth control? - No
Do you live alone? - Yes
Any family or siblings? - No siblings.  Parents passed when she was a teenager.
Do you have any piercings or body modifications? - No
Have you had any severe injuries or surgeries? – No
Any fears or phobias? – Can’t think of any.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai-Shift - Green Chapter 1: Megan's Bull Round Up</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-green-chapter-1-megans-bull-round-up/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-green-chapter-1-megans-bull-round-up/</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;Chapter 1: Megan&amp;rsquo;s Bull Round Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The young woman pushed west across the high English hills, the wind caressing her brown bobbed hair. She seemed under-dressed for pushing though the high heather in her blue jumper and sensible shoes. However, the brambles appeared to offer no resistance, somehow untwining and untangling as she approached and springing back after her passage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Bronze Horse 10</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-bronze-horse-10/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-bronze-horse-10/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="bronzehorse9.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bronze Horse 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part Ten&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Manto returned to my stall with a tray and a step ladder, the tray he placed on the large shelf at the back of the stall. He then came round to my front and set up the step ladder so that he would be able to reach my face. He went back to the tray, picked up the new bronze nose ring and after climbing the ladder looked me in the eyes and said, “Am I going to have a problem with you or are you going to cooperate for me?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Bronze Horse 11</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-bronze-horse-11/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-bronze-horse-11/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="bronzehorse10.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bronze Horse 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part 11&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sometimes she would harness me up with the helmet and bra but not the elbow cuffs or saddle and we would go for a ride. Bare back I suppose it would be called. Despite this I did enjoy have Minnie ride me it was nice to be able to get away from some of the menial tasks I was given, like walking in circles for hours on the pump.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Bronze Horse 12</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-bronze-horse-12/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-bronze-horse-12/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="bronzehorse11.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bronze Horse 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I would like to thank Pliny who edited this chapter. It wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be what it is without the time and trouble he spent with the revision.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was resting in my stall after returning from the daily trip into town. I was in a pleasant state of mind feeling refreshed and clean. Every day on my return Mato would remove my harness also the butt and pee plugs. I had been left feeling open down there between my legs. Then he had washed me down, paying special attention to my crotch area. I was left to dry in the sun before the butt plug was greased with this paste they used and slipped back up my arse.
Over the time I had been forced to wear it, I could feel that the small amount of movement it had, when I was working, had made the surrounding tissue turn into hard skin, like you get on your feet sometimes. The paste was soothing and seemed to insure the area stayed healthy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Pod</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-pod/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-pod/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My name is Sara, I am 18, and I have accepted appointment to the population continuance program.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We have lived underground here on Mars for 200 years after the great war decimate the earth. We were left isolated and alone on our own. Our early settlements were on the surface and were inadequate for long term settlement. We eventually developed the technology to move underground, but not before exposure to the surface radiation reduced the fertility of our population to less than 1%. Hence, the population continuance program was created to ensure the continuation of the human species on Mars. Those of us who are fertile and of good genetic quality are rare and highly valued. To turn down appointment to the program is unheard of.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Zoo</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-zoo/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-zoo/</guid><description/></item></channel></rss>