<?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>Plot on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/plot/</link><description>Recent content in Plot 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/plot/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Mandy's Just Food Now</title><link>/stories/2019/06/19/mandys-just-food-now/</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/19/mandys-just-food-now/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Mandy is completely obsessed by her pet snake, its enormous and far too big and dangerous too keep in the house, so it is kept in a special cage made out of a really strong clear plastic type material in the barn.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Peter her partner won&amp;rsquo;t go near it he is too terrified, so she is the only one that looks after it. The snake only eats every week or so, but when it does she has to give it live food otherwise it won&amp;rsquo;t eat, so she has no choice and today is the day she will feed it, she has a fully grown pig for it today, so she ties its legs together and lifts it into the cage with a Telehandler/crane, its the safest way to do it .&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Abusive Bastards Sticky End</title><link>/stories/2019/06/01/the-abusive-bastards-sticky-end/</link><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/01/the-abusive-bastards-sticky-end/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Abusive Irritation Finally Ends.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So, let me introduce myself, I am Gabriella. I am the epitome of a well to do modern lady. My wardrobe is full of designer clothing, I have access to every exclusive spa and gym. I drive a hot little sports car which is replaced like clockwork every year. So why am I writing this, well I wanted to share a little story about how everything is not always as it seems. The grass is not always greener.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Magic Trunk</title><link>/stories/2019/03/01/the-magic-trunk/</link><pubDate>Fri, 01 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/03/01/the-magic-trunk/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Brandy, just turned 21, with that she also inherited a big trust fund set up by her grand parents. Now after the death of her parents in a freak accident 5 yrs prior, she is all alone. But she does have her BFF Candy, to keep her company.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So what to do first she asks herself ? A house in the country, but not just any home but a Log Cabin by a lake. So she picks up the phone and calls Candy, &amp;ldquo;Hi it’s me, wanna go with me to look at cabins?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Married Separately</title><link>/stories/2019/02/24/married-separately/</link><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/02/24/married-separately/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here it is: the twisted, dark ending to the Sophia Maidbot stories. This should be the last &amp;ldquo;official&amp;rdquo; commission for Sophia from &lt;a href="https://www.deviantart.com/tfmonkey"&gt;TFMonkey&lt;/a&gt; This is definitely not something I normally write, but since so many of you wanted it, here it is. Hopefully you enjoy how it turned out.. Story continued from &lt;a href="../storiessz/sophiemaidtobeamaidbot.html"&gt;Sophia Maid to be a Maidbot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So many things in life happen, and we never really ask “what if,” especially if the situation turned out well. For those that do, let&amp;rsquo;s backtrack on our story of Sophia. We know she has Evan and a look-alike maidbot, and of course, a wedding coming up. Let me take you back to a seemingly innocent afternoon at her house.
While planning the wedding, her and her soon-to-be sister-in-law were out doing errands. Well, actually, her maidbot-as-her was out with Sophia&amp;rsquo;s soon-to-be sister-in-law. Sophia was home and had activated her administrative privileges to be herself while the maidbot was away. She could not wait to try on the dress, and she had just finished when the others came home and the house system forced Sophia into maidbot mode. Life went on and the wedding was gorgeous!
But, what if the house system had malfunctioned and not placed her in maidbot mode. She would have had to pretend to be a maidbot, which is nothing new, yet her sister-in-law had a secret that was not brought to light in our first story&amp;rsquo;s ending, and if questioned about it, she would not admit it. You know how you can keep a secret from yourself, stealing away that it is not real. Now that Sophia is pretending instead, she does something that opens the door for a devious plan to unfold, and while it was mostly accidental, lives can be altered forever, even by a seemingly innocent betrayal. And this plan&amp;hellip;well, perhaps maybe you should read it for yourself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Forbidden Tablets</title><link>/stories/2016/03/20/the-forbidden-tablets/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/03/20/the-forbidden-tablets/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Historical, Fantasy, Non-consensual, Public Nudity, Flogging, Public Humiliation, Public Sex&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
A young princess gets to proclaim a traitor’s punishment.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In ancient Arabia, intrigue and betrayal in a tribe ruled by women leads to a severe, but very erotic, punishment.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Author’s note: The Thamud were a real tribe in Ancient Arabia. No one knows why they disappeared around the time of the rise of Islam. Some say it was because they were Matriarchal in an ever more Patriarchal society. Oral tradition says they were wiped out by the lava flow and dust from a volcano. No one knows. And this story of ancient tablets which tell their story is fiction&amp;hellip; for now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sophira 3</title><link>/stories/2014/06/16/sophira-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/06/16/sophira-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="sophira2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophira 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“You want me to do what?” At the anger in the young Queen’s voice, the two with her stepped back slightly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Your Majesty,” said the woman facing her, “please try to understand. We have to sneak you into the city. Duke Korza’s men will no doubt be watching every gate.” The woman paused. “Sophira,” she finally said, “trust us.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sophira gazed at the other woman, her glare softening slightly. “Jenna,” she replied, “I would trust you with my life. But I thought we were trying to put me back on the throne. How can entering the city as a slave do that?”&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;story continues from &lt;a href="continuallyincreasingbondage.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jade had a lot of time on her hands to think the day’s events through.  As a matter of fact, there was very little else that she could do that evening.  Amber’s revelations as to her planned course of action had set Jade’s mind reeling, and now, as she sat in the cellar of her home, she tried to make sense of a scheme that seemed to her somewhat akin to total madness. To say that she was uncomfortable with Amber’s hare-brained proposal would have been an understatement. Kidnapping was a crime and something that she wanted no part of.  Amber was a law unto herself, and under normal circumstances Jade’s attitude would have been that her wayward cousin could do whatever she pleased, so long as it didn’t involve or implicate her or Jasmine in any way, shape or form.&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;story continues from &lt;a href="continuallyincreasingbondage6.html"&gt;part 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hazel shielded her eyes against the wind and gazed out to sea. Despite the wintry sunlight, the wave-lashed Dorset coast, from high above on the cliffs, cut a depressing sight at this time of year. Away to the left, the headland of Hengistbury Head seemed to stand out defiantly and resolutely against the perpetual wrath of the breakers.  And closer to her vantage point, the twin fingers of Boscombe pier and, almost directly below her, Bournemouth pier, stretched like clawing fingers out into the choppy grey waters of the English Channel. The beach and promenade, so crowded with bustling holidaymakers during the summer months, was virtually deserted now, with just the occasional jogger, dog walker or fresh air enthusiast braving the near Arctic temperatures. But that suited Hazel fine just now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Indecent Proposal</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/indecent-proposal/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/indecent-proposal/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Not the terrible movie, but inspired by the terrible movie&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indecent Proposal: A Second Honeymoon For The Rental Wife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;So let me get this straight, you guys have talked and you have consented, that is your willing to give your permission for your friend to borrow me for a little trip he has to take.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It sounds so bad when you say it like that&amp;rdquo; my husband Mike pleaded. &amp;ldquo;He is after all &amp;lsquo;our&amp;rsquo; friend and not &amp;lsquo;my&amp;rsquo; friend, to be semantically correct.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sophira 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/sophira-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/sophira-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="sophira.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I take it you know who I am.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Stunned by the identity of her captor, Sophira struggled uselessly in her bonds. Beside her, she could feel Jenna, her maid, stiffen at the sound of the man’s voice. The young Queen glared at the man standing over her, lithe body twisting as she fought uselessly to free herself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“It would seem,” the man said thoughtfully, “that I got more than I bargained for.” As he spoke, Sophira noticed that his eyes remained locked on hers, ignoring the sight of her naked body stretched helplessly before him. Leaning past her, he untied the rope binding Jenna’s arms behind her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>