<?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>Millstone on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/millstone/</link><description>Recent content in Millstone on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/millstone/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Bronze Horse 4</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-bronze-horse-4/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-bronze-horse-4/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="bronzehorse3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bronze Horse 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part 4&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had worked very hard that day and was looking forward to a nice leg massage from Minnie. The Mother had met us when we arrived at the stable and sent her off on another job. She had told Minnie that she would put me away. Other than to feed me she had done nothing. I was still dirty with the hood and the blinkers were closed. I did not hear the old woman arrive but jumped when she spoke. I will not remove the hood she said but here is your drink.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Bronze Horse 5</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-bronze-horse-5/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-bronze-horse-5/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="bronzehorse4.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bronze Horse 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part 5&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fred and Minnie both returned from the house carrying things I could not properly see and my ordeal continued. Fred went behind me and knelt between my legs. Minnie untied the cord around my stomach so the tail was only held by the plug. I could feel Fred’s hands on the tail and the Butt Plug. With a press and a twist he then pulled the tail free of the plug and handed it to Minnie.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Bronze Horse 6</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-bronze-horse-6/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-bronze-horse-6/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="bronzehorse5.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bronze Horse 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part 6&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The work load had dropped off as most of the trees had been sawn up into lumber and the field crops were yet to be harvested. The good thing about the mill area was that people, both women and men would come and talk. As I went around and around I could hear the conversations and follow what was going on in the village. It had not rained for some time and water was getting to be a problem. I had overheard several men talking about using the cart and me to go to a stream some miles away to collect water for the people. But this would not solve the problem of watering the crops. So if it did not rain soon they would die and the village would be faced with famine for the rest of the year.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>