<?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>News on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/news/</link><description>Recent content in News 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/news/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Love and War</title><link>/stories/2019/03/14/love-and-war/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/03/14/love-and-war/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="loveandwar8.html"&gt;chapter eight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-9-my-dungeon"&gt;Chapter 9: My Dungeon&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Carly showed up today. After the usual chit chat, she asked me,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“When are you gonna show me your dungeon? After having wild sex with Selena, I think I’m ready to see your dungeon.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Excuse me?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Your dungeon. I have watched several videos you have made and I recognize the background as your playroom in some but not all of them, so you must have another place you shoot videos. I know it’s not the barn either. Is it in the basement?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Continually Increasing Bondage</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/continually-increasing-bondage/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/continually-increasing-bondage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(A sequel to &lt;a href="../storiesek/everincreasingbondage.html"&gt;Ever Increasing Bondage&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lauren shifted her arms from side to side, in an effort to see how much movement she was capable of. Not very much was the quickly discovered answer. The leather straitjacket creaked softly as she tested its restraining qualities; attributes which she knew, from many hours of experience, to be of a very high standard indeed.  Even so, testing the efficacy of the tightly strapped garment was always an attractive way of passing the time; although, in truth, her other options in this regard were somewhat limited just at the moment.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Babe Bomb</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-babe-bomb/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-babe-bomb/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;The Major will see you now.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;About time.&amp;rdquo; Rising from his chair James Watson strode towards the door leading to Major Franklin&amp;rsquo;s private office. Stepping in, he glared at the major.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What in hell,&amp;rdquo; he asked coldly, &amp;ldquo;do you think you were doing?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Professor Watson,&amp;rdquo; Franklin replied smoothly, &amp;ldquo;I always know precisely what I&amp;rsquo;m doing. I do what needs to be done.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;And that includes breaking into my lab? Stealing my work?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>