<?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>Nosehook on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/nosehook/</link><description>Recent content in Nosehook on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 11 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/nosehook/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Professor Kink's Escape Room Challenge</title><link>/stories/2025/01/11/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/01/11/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="episode-1"&gt;Episode 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The klaxon blared and a crimson warning light swept menacingly across the dimly lit control room of the crippled rescue submarine as the Isabel and her three companions fought frantically to stem the rising water level. The water was already up to Isabel’s waist and it seemed the more she and her companions did to try to stop it the faster it rose.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘This is way too fucking realistic,’ Tiffany shouted as the metal deck plate beneath their feet pitched to the left and the whole room tilted by about ten degrees sending a wave across the cramped chamber that nearly swamped her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Professor Kink's Escape Room Challenge</title><link>/stories/2025/01/11/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/01/11/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="episode-2"&gt;Episode 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Is Charlie ok?’ Asked Priya as her gag suddenly slipped away.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Yeth, I’m fine,’ said Charlotte in what might have been a sarcastic tone if her speech had not been distorted by the large ring passing through the end of her tongue. ‘I’ve jutht had my nippleth and clit pierthed and I’m thtrutting round like a thucking bondage Barbie.’&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Swearing violation,’ the voice said. ‘Punishment escalated.’&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Two tendrils of black extended from Charlotte’s blindfold hooking into her nostrils lifting them quite uncomfortably, Isabel guessed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Recruit</title><link>/stories/2022/12/27/recruit/</link><pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/27/recruit/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="cowhood"&gt;Cowhood&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;43 skittered through the barn, her cloven hooves finding little grip on the straw scattered over the wood floor. Her fingers were already beginning to ache, wedged into the narrow hoof gloves, but she was used to aches by now. It wasn’t until she was out of the barn being led across the barnyard by one of the milk maids, possibly 18 or 22, until she realized she wasn’t bitted or blinkered.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snow Day</title><link>/stories/2011/07/15/snow-day/</link><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/07/15/snow-day/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Is this really necessary?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I stopped what I was doing and stepped back, hands on hips.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Do you not want me to tie you up?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Yeah, I do, but I was thinking… you know, just my wrists. Something easy!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Easy?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Yeah… a few loops here and there… something comfortable and then we could fool around!” She slipped into her ‘come hither’ look, an expression that never failed to get me going. And it began to work this time, too, but I was not going to be sidetracked. I tamped down the ember of desire flaring in my belly.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>