<?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>Postop on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/postop/</link><description>Recent content in Postop on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/postop/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>From Lab Rat to Slave 10</title><link>/stories/2016/07/11/from-lab-rat-to-slave-10/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/11/from-lab-rat-to-slave-10/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="fromlabrattoslave9.html"&gt;part nine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Ten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I got back to the cell, Jacky was on the bed sleeping and the bowl on the table was empty.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I tried not to disturb her, sat at the table and began to separate the project by priorities. The first concern that I was intent in pursuing was if they had contracted an engineer for all the work involved and I needed to get in contact with him before we started. For some reason the plans in the laptop did not include the contact and name of the engineering company or the architect.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>From Lab Rat to Slave 8</title><link>/stories/2016/07/11/from-lab-rat-to-slave-8/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/11/from-lab-rat-to-slave-8/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="fromlabrattoslave7.html"&gt;part seven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Eight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was practically hanging by my head with liquid and nourishment being fed through the tube, enemas forced every so often how long in between was impossible to know and bladder being automatically relieved. It was becoming evident that I was being stored.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There was a catch to my suffering storage, every movement in my rectum with the enema butt and the tube movement in my pee hole and even the forced enemas, produced an incredible orgasmic experience that I am sure the pain inflictors had no knowledge of.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>From Lab Rat to Slave 9</title><link>/stories/2016/07/11/from-lab-rat-to-slave-9/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/11/from-lab-rat-to-slave-9/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="fromlabrattoslave8.html"&gt;part eight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Nine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thom came into the room and Jacky automatically got on her knees and lowered her eyes to the ground. I decided to defy the humiliating gesture and see what would happen. Thom told Jacky to get up and sit back on the sofa.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I knew that I had a golden egg and I was the goose for now and was going to take full advantage of it. They devised the new transgender surgery and up to now ignored the incredible effects of joining the libidos of both sexes into one body. He sat across from us and started; I have decided to assign you two to a new endeavor in a town in Florida called West Palm Beach. I purchased a mansion there, and it is being fitted to be a special B.D.S.M. club. It will have special rooms and a very special dungeon. It will be used by the richest people of the world. You both had some training here to know what has to be done and how to make sure slaves stay on discipline.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>