<?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>Puppy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/puppy/</link><description>Recent content in Puppy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/puppy/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Our Little Puppy</title><link>/stories/2022/12/01/our-little-puppy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/01/our-little-puppy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This summer fucking sucks. There is no one around. All my friends are getting summer jobs or off traveling. Jobs. Shit, even the word leaves a bad taste in my mouth. It’s summer! The first one after high school! It’s supposed to be spent having fun! Not slaving away! I can get a job in the fall! But noooo… not according to my self-righteous parents. Either get one now or move it. Shit. This summer fucking sucks.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Puppy Play</title><link>/stories/2022/08/01/puppy-play/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/08/01/puppy-play/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Mistress texted me that she had a surprise for me. I was to be shaved all over and to be at her house Friday at 5 p.m. sharp to spend the weekend and to be sure I was wearing my chastity cage (as if I could take it off when she has the keys).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I took off work early to make sure I had enough time to get freshly shaved and be there on time. I got there just a few minutes early and rang the bell, she opened the door almost immediately and seemed excited to see me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Treatment for a Cheating Husband</title><link>/stories/2020/05/04/pet-treatment-for-a-cheating-husband/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/05/04/pet-treatment-for-a-cheating-husband/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A decline in the economy forced the husband of our back-fence neighbor Cliff to close the office he had been renting and work at home. Since his business is internet retail sales it was very easy for him, except he laid off the secretary he had been working with for several years.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;His wife, Regina, who is a trim carpenter, called me over to ask a question. We spoke about it over the fence. She enlightened me with the fact that her husband, Cliff, was working out of their home with his computer, which she “borrowed” since it was a newer unit than the old Windows 7 machine Cliff lets her use. The “spare bedroom had become his office.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pampered Pet</title><link>/stories/2018/04/11/pampered-pet/</link><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/11/pampered-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not use without the author’s permission.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Um, this is highly unusual, sir.  Here at The Pampered Pet we only do pets.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“But she &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a pet.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The middle-aged owner felt a little queasy as she looked down at the woman crammed into the pet carrier.  The caged and naked woman couldn’t speak due to the leather muzzle, so she looked up at the owner with, well, puppydog eyes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Oookay,” said the owner nervously.  “I &lt;em&gt;guess&lt;/em&gt; we can accommodate her . . .”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Accidental Inheritance 5: Stuck</title><link>/stories/2015/07/25/accidental-inheritance-5-stuck/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/07/25/accidental-inheritance-5-stuck/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="accidentalinheritance4.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accidental Inheritance 4: Bimbofication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 5: Stuck in a Loop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Three more weeks? Janice it&amp;rsquo;s already been two months!&amp;rdquo; I knew Tim would not take the news well.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had been sent on assignment to Los Angeles to oversee the set up a new distribution facility for my company.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;Why me?&amp;rsquo; You ask, I wish I knew. I am not qualified in any of this. It seems I am just a liaison between the contractor and the office so some VP can keep his wife&amp;rsquo;s social schedule. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry dear, but there have been complications with the local electrical union over their contract and its holding up everything else.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Pet</title><link>/stories/2014/02/27/the-pet/</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/02/27/the-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Good evening Sir’s and Ma’am’s. Please if you will allow me to share with you a story. A story that might, or might not be true. A story about a dominant couple somewhere in the southern United States named Master and Princess. Now they have a few slaves, and a pet. This story however deals with the pet. More specifically the creation of their pet. As with anything else, Princess and Master wanted a specific pet. Something that would be truly theirs. A human pet, a puppygirl.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>To Do List</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/to-do-list/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/to-do-list/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I walked to the bedroom to take a shower my nipples still hurt, a lot, and although they were still very sensitive I had never had them hurt so much after so much time had passed. According to Nick I was only “hanging” for about 30 minutes before I passed out and it was now almost 4:30 PM. I had slept for nearly two hours and they still hurt.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>