<?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>Plant-F on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/plant-f/</link><description>Recent content in Plant-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/plant-f/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Garden Centre</title><link>/stories/2025/07/27/the-garden-centre/</link><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/07/27/the-garden-centre/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Kayleigh Dougherty had reached the lowest point in her life! Her five-year old marriage was well and truly over, and only yesterday she was among six employees let go by her company! As she sat in one of the many eating places located in the open air market, she thought to herself, “I’m not going to go gently into the pit of despair, I’m going to pull myself together and make a new start!”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Passion Fruit</title><link>/stories/2022/02/09/passion-fruit/</link><pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/09/passion-fruit/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Mary was really excited. She had finally gotten a grant to study the disappearance of a colony that settled on the island she now stood on. The Polynesian Island was densely forested but mapped by satellites so she had no problem locating the site of the old colony. The colony was located near a stream where it entered the ocean. It only took the boat crew an hour to unload her equipment and help her to set up her base camp next to the beach, just inside the tree line, about a quarter of a mile from the colony. Once everything was ready and the radio was checked the crew left her alone on the island. They were scheduled to return in 2 weeks to pick her up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Passion Flower</title><link>/stories/2017/10/30/the-passion-flower/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/30/the-passion-flower/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She loved her Passion flower. Ever since she had seen the all but dead thing in a pot at the garden centre. She took pity on it, she planted it into her garden, fed it, gave it space to climb.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Over the years it grew stronger, each year it grew more and more. Secateurs no longer tough enough to cut it back and the end of the season. Instead she had to attack it with a power saw.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gardeners</title><link>/stories/2014/10/30/the-gardeners/</link><pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/10/30/the-gardeners/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The seeds arrived in an ordinary padded envelope. Debbie poured them out onto the kitchen table. She counted them: a dozen, no, only eight, dark green beans. “I’ve been stiffed. There were supposed to be twelve,” she said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Elizabeth sighed. “How much did you pay for this junk, anyway?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Debbie furrowed her brow and squeezed her lips tight together, peering angrily at the beans as if she could will another four into existence. She snatched up the envelope and peered inside it. “Lizzie, Lizzie? What do you mean pay? I got them from Kevin. I didn’t pay him anything.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gemma’s Garage</title><link>/stories/2014/06/13/gemmas-garage/</link><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/06/13/gemmas-garage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lying in Robbie’s arms after a marathon sex session Gemma wondered whether to ask her lover if he would help do the gardening she needed. Though it was her garage under assault, the plant actually was here next door here on Mr Matthews property and she wanted it sorted. Creepers had already invaded inside, so this morning she’d taken a saw and ‘pruned’ the stuff back to the walls.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once out of the shower and downstairs Gemma asked her question, pleased the response was yes. Having to hide her slight dismay on finding out she’d be doing it by herself as he was going away fishing for the weekend and she’d forgotten this. &amp;ldquo;OK, not a problem, but can I at least show you?&amp;rdquo; she replied, trying not to sulk at the fact she’d be alone and they headed off down the path. Rob took her hand and they had a smooch before she opened the bottom gate into the wilder bit beyond the fence. His garden was divided unlike hers, with the unkempt bit beyond the fence allowed to remain wild for the birds. A couple of feeders the only sign human life came past the gate.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Errant Errand</title><link>/stories/2012/10/17/errant-errand/</link><pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/10/17/errant-errand/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Leigh looked around, studying the environs. She knew she was in a situation that could go badly for her with little warning, but that did not scare her. No, the chance of displeasing Holly scared her. Holly had entrusted her with this task, and while she perhaps could not call it simple, Leigh had assured her she would do as she was asked, and she did not want to let down Holly.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Please Keep Your Ticket With You 2: The Holy Grail</title><link>/stories/2011/04/14/please-keep-your-ticket-with-you-2-the-holy-grail/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/04/14/please-keep-your-ticket-with-you-2-the-holy-grail/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="pleasekeepyourticket.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: The Holy Grail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She did not usually tend the plants in her green house in nothing but her favourite 5 inch heels, but today she was doing just that. She also never usually tended her plants naked but hey it was a warm sunny day and it was her green house so that was what she was doing. However the oddest thing she never usually did, was to tend the tall, slim, shiny, smooth plant which dominated the centre of the greenhouse&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>One Goes In, One Comes Out</title><link>/stories/2010/10/30/one-goes-in-one-comes-out/</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/10/30/one-goes-in-one-comes-out/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Halloween Special 2010 Tale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Look, it’s just what they say, OK ?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“One goes in so another can come out”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“That’s right. They say it’s so the house always has someone to play with”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Play with. Right” I was not impressed “My sister has gone off for a wander, and you are wasting my time telling me urban myths. I don’t have time for this !” The last sentence was a shout.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Secret Garden</title><link>/stories/2010/02/10/the-secret-garden/</link><pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/02/10/the-secret-garden/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The door was firmly closed, and there was even a sign hung on it telling everyone to ‘KEEP OUT’ in big letters. But I was bored. Stately homes always bored me, and I had slipped away from our tour group to have a look round on my own. After all, it’s not like I hadn’t paid to see around the place, and there was nothing in my ticket that said I had to stay with the tour.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Anya's Adventure</title><link>/stories/2009/11/02/anyas-adventure/</link><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/11/02/anyas-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was not Anya Smythers finest hour. Shot down by the druggies she’d been detailed to reconnoitre she’d ejected from the blazing jet and plunged straight into the river. With the winter melt-water coming down it rapidly swept her down stream and away from her allies and any possible rescue team.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For seemingly hours she flowed until finally on a sharp bend an exhausted Anya was able to reach the shallows and make for the shore. Emerging into what had been described as ‘classic’ jungle. The type no human could survive in and she only had about a week’s rations in the pack that’d come out of the seat with her. A quick look and Smythers found her pistol, a combat knife and the rest of her gear had got soaked but would survive. Her radio however didn’t work and that was a shock as it was supposed to withstand this sort of drama. If only she knew where the hell she was. Northern Colombia for a start but exactly where?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Anya's Adventure</title><link>/stories/2009/11/02/anyas-adventure/</link><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/11/02/anyas-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was not Anya Smythers finest hour. Shot down by the druggies she’d been detailed to reconnoitre she’d ejected from the blazing jet and plunged straight into the river. With the winter melt-water coming down it rapidly swept her down stream and away from her allies and any possible rescue team.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For seemingly hours she flowed until finally on a sharp bend an exhausted Anya was able to reach the shallows and make for the shore. Emerging into what had been described as ‘classic’ jungle. The type no human could survive in and she only had about a week’s rations in the pack that’d come out of the seat with her. A quick look and Smythers found her pistol, a combat knife and the rest of her gear had got soaked but would survive. Her radio however didn’t work and that was a shock as it was supposed to withstand this sort of drama. If only she knew where the hell she was. Northern Colombia for a start but exactly where?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Cycle of Life</title><link>/stories/2009/01/30/the-cycle-of-life/</link><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/01/30/the-cycle-of-life/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story contains adult content and should not be made available to minors or be read by anyone who is offended by sexual materials. Feel free to repost this story as long as it is in an appropriate place for the content and as long as this disclaimer remains with it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Pass me the specimen box&amp;rdquo;. Carol lifted the new species of fern carefully from the ground. She had discovered the new plant within the first three hours of a new expedition. She had only just begun her internship and she was already proving herself with the team. Carol seemed to have the uncanny ability to identify a plant with the shortest of glances. When she was a small child, vacationing with her parents in Brazil, she had ingested a poisonous plant. They were far from help and she can still remember how quickly she was getting sick. Their guide, a local man, walked into the vegetation and returned with a fist full of bright green leaves. The man squeezed the juice from the leaves into her mouth and made her swallow. She remembered how a few drops of the bitter plant seemed to instantly stop the pain. From that day forward, she had a new devotion and respect for plants.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Plant(ed) 4 - Cactus</title><link>/stories/2008/01/26/planted-4-cactus/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/01/26/planted-4-cactus/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="planted3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed)3: Fair Warning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed) 4 - Cactus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When me, my wife, and Sandy all got back home from our adventure to the meteor crash site we spent a few days learning about each other as friends and as lovers. Sandy quickly became a part of the “family”. My wife loved having her around, the two of them got along like best friends and yet both of them seemed to have an uncanny ability to please each other. Knowing that my wife is very suggestible ever since her experience with her first plant, I would have had half expected to have to “tell” her to accept Sandy as our pet/slave/lover, but she actually did it on her own, and I really didn’t have a say in the matter (since I didn’t need to).&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Plant(ed)</title><link>/stories/2007/08/23/planted/</link><pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/08/23/planted/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;added &lt;a href="#image1"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt; 23.10.07&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This story is not your usual self bondage or mind control story, this story is the story of my life, or well my wife, and the events that lead up to what happened just today. To tell you the story I must also tell you that my wife has an special affinity towards plants, not an entirely abnormal thing, but she has an affinity for a certain plant and the idea of it’s interesting properties. You remember back in 2009 when the meteorite crashed into the mountain ranges in Colorado, you remember that there where multiple accounts of people seeing plants or animals that did not belong on this planet. You also remember the government trying to hide the evidence of this alien infection, and then finally admitting that there was a “harmless infection” once some of the “species samples” had found their way into households as pets or novelty household plants. At the same time that they admitted about the infection they also outlawed the ownership of any contaminated substance, especially living organisms.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Plant(ed) 2 - The Diet Plan</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/planted-2-the-diet-plan/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/planted-2-the-diet-plan/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="planted.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed)1: Her First&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed) 2 - The Diet Plan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This story is not your usual self bondage or mind control story, this story is the story of my studies and my interviews over the last few weeks. While my wife was busy enjoying her so-called self bondage adventure inside of our illegal alien plant I did some research online. You see my wife let our alien plant take her into it and I had to spend so much time alone wondering if she would even come out alive that I worried, so I did research. What I found where many different and strange plants that had been found near the meteor crater. This story is a short about one of these plants.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Plant(ed) 5.01 – Expert</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/planted-5.01-expert/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/planted-5.01-expert/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Note from author: I warn you that you probably won’t get a lot of this if you have not read the rest of the &lt;a href="planted.html"&gt;plant series&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed) 5.01 – Expert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I should say that by now I am an expert on the alien plants. That being said I am also an addict.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You see I’m a soldier stationed in the village near the crater crash site. My assignment is the most boring I have ever had, in or out of the military. The entire village population had been forced to move into quarantine after the crash and to hold up the appearance that nothing was amiss in this town we had populated the entire area with military folk acting as village folk. Most of the military folk had experience with this or that and were useful in the research or confinement of the alien plant species popping up all over the area around the meteorite crash site.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Plant(ed) 5.02 - Expert Makes New Friends</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/planted-5.02-expert-makes-new-friends/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/planted-5.02-expert-makes-new-friends/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="planted5-01.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed) 5.01 – Expert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed) 5.02 - Expert Makes New Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next couple of days I went out and did basically the same thing and every day the urges to go do it again got stronger and stronger. I barely even remembered that at one time I had been disgusted at the idea of being molested by an alien plant, now I was submitting myself to them fondling me daily. My excuse to myself was that it was just a really safe place (safe from human eyes at least) to go sun tanning. After only two days I realized that instead of using my vibrator (which I still used) to disarm the plants ability to suppress the sense of touch, I found that using a military transmitter used to control remote vehicles and such produced more than enough “electrical interference” that I could feel the bulbers all over my body while I sun bathed. Now that I had become more comfortable with the entire process of sunbathing and avoiding the jeep patrols I got a little more daring. I wanted to sunbathe longer than usual so instead of sneaking out of the fence and having to open and close the hole I decided to hide inside the forest just past the charred zone inside the fence, while the patrol Jeep passed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Plant(ed) 5.03 – Addicted</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/planted-5.03-addicted/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/planted-5.03-addicted/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="planted5-02.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed) 5.02 - Expert Makes New Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed) 5.03 – Addicted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After I fed my “husband” breakfast and he went off to work, I began to think about my situation. I had a “new friend” and I knew that if I went to him… well I’m calling the pitcher plant a him because it makes me feel less guilty that I’m thinking of it sexually, even though I know that most flowers are naturally both sexes it just felt better to call him a him. Anyways I knew that if I went back to him that I would just crave it more. I tried to steel myself against going to him but somehow I was drawn back to that forest! I just had to see him one more time, and thinking about him almost as if he were a boyfriend or a lover… That morning, while doing chores to distract myself from thoughts of him, a warm feeling like the idea of going to see a lover that has been distant for a long while, would wash over me whenever I thought of going to his spot in the forest. I was almost even starting to think of “rabbit” as our pet.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Plant(ed) 5.04 - Expert Down the “rabbit-hole”</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/planted-5.04-expert-down-the-rabbit-hole/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/planted-5.04-expert-down-the-rabbit-hole/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="planted5-03.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed) 5.03 – Addicted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed) 5.04 - Expert Down the “rabbit-hole”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today I am going to give myself to the pitcher plant, well at least my lower body. I figure if I let it take me to the belly button should be safe. I prepared myself by taking a brisk shower and shaving my pussy. I didn’t have to shave my legs because last night all the hair that was left on my right leg had fallen out, leaving a mess in my bed, but a beautiful healthy sheen on my leg so that it matched my right leg. My arms had done the same and my breasts felt perkier and more sensitive than they had in years. I wondered if that was because of the plant’s restoration properties or because of elevated hormone levels from the sting yesterday. That being said, I wondered which hormone’s levels had been changed, and how would that affect my body and my reactions.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Plant(ed) 5.05 – Awakening</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/planted-5.05-awakening/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/planted-5.05-awakening/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="planted5-04.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed) 5.04 - Expert Down the “rabbit-hole”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed) 5.05 – Awakening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Waking up I found that I was now trapped inside of what felt like a bag of mucus. Realizing where I was I wondered for a moment how I could breath, even as I wondered my body automatically took another “breath” of the liquid and amazingly enough it seemed to be supplying me with oxygen. Every once in a while I would gag on the texture and swallow some due to the fact that I’m not used to breathing liquids, but on the whole it was not as difficult to breath as you would think.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Plant(ed) 5.06 – Expert Returns</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/planted-5.06-expert-returns/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/planted-5.06-expert-returns/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="planted5-05.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed) 5.05 – Awakening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed) 5.06 – Expert Returns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;… … Awake … Where am I … oh I’m in my bed, the alarm is going off. What is that feeling…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I started to wake up some, though very disoriented for some reason, I reached between my legs to find out what the odd sensation in my sex was and found my vibrator still humming dully, hanging half way out of my sex. The vibrator had been held fast inside of me because it was pinched between my very sour thighs.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Plant(ed) 5.07 – Expert Courier</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/planted-5.07-expert-courier/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/planted-5.07-expert-courier/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="planted5-06.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed) 5.06 – Expert Returns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed) 5.07 – Expert Courier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After my “husband” had left for work and I had cleaned up from breakfast I went up to his room and found the door left partly open. I went inside and found everything in the room covered with a super fine dusting. Realizing that my “husband” would notice, if he had not already, I started cleaning his room, careful not to disturb anything.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Plant(ed)1: Her First</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/planted1-her-first/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/planted1-her-first/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed)1: Her First&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This story is not your usual self bondage or mind control story, this story is the story of my life, or well my wife, and the events that lead up to what happened just today. To tell you the story I must also tell you that my wife has an special affinity towards plants, not an entirely abnormal thing, but she has an affinity for a certain plant and the idea of it’s interesting properties. You remember back in 2009 when the meteorite crashed into the mountain ranges in Colorado, you remember that there where multiple accounts of people seeing plants or animals that did not belong on this planet. You also remember the government trying to hide the evidence of this alien infection, and then finally admitting that there was a “harmless infection” once some of the “species samples” had found their way into households as pets or novelty household plants. At the same time that they admitted about the infection they also outlawed the ownership of any contaminated substance, especially living organisms.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Plant(ed)3: Fair Warning</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/planted3-fair-warning/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/planted3-fair-warning/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="planted2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed) 2 - The Diet Plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant(ed)3: Fair Warning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This story is not your usual self bondage or mind control story, this story is the story of my studies and my interviews over the last few weeks. While my wife was busy enjoying her so-called self bondage adventure inside of our illegal alien plant I did some research online. You see my wife let our alien plant take her into it and I had to spend so much time alone wondering if she would even come out alive that I worried, so I did research. What I found where many different and strange plants that had been found near the meteor crater. This story is a short about another one of these plants.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>