Seduce on Gromet's Plaza Archive

The Trash Wife 3: Discovery & Consequences

Wed, 16 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Trash Wife 2: My Reward)

Part 3: Discovery & Consequences

My husband and I continued to play my/our garbage fetish games, with me tightly bound, naked and bagged inside several garbage bags, with the household trash tossed inside with me, coating my naked body with all its gooey goodness. I have an objectification fetish and my husband indulges me when I want to be bound and bagged, stored and put away, usually out with the rest of the garbage. He seems to like the sight of me tightly bound, bagged and ready to use for his own sexual satisfaction.

Circ du Slavery

Wed, 01 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000

The circus is a sinful place. That was what my parents always told me anyway. That’s where drifters and other unclean souls gathered. The circus is dirty, shows too much skin and mistreats God’s creatures. No good Christian would be caught dead in such a place. So of course I couldn’t wait to see one.

I bided my time knowing once I turned eighteen they would have no other say in the matter. Something happened that summer that changed my plans and my life forever. A brand new kind of circus began touring the country. It was known simply as Nu, which I learned latter was French for nude. It was being billed as an adults only circus.

Shannon and Faye: The First Time

Tue, 10 Jan 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Dedicated to Thearchiver

Shannon and Faye had first met each other a few months ago while attending the same lecture series at the university. It was Shannon’s freshman year and Faye had just begun her second year, however Shannon was, in fact, a year older than Faye. At first glance, they were not much alike at all. Shannon, eldest of six children, was from a rather small town in the countryside and she’d been brought up in a traditional, somewhat conservative and religious family. Quiet and shy yet mild-mannered and friendly, Shannon had been an exemplary student, had received a scholarship and had worked hard for a year to save money before finally arriving at the university.

Selene

Sun, 14 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000

“So you are the famous Craftsman.”

“I am.”

The man in the rough homespun laughed. “You don’t look like a master thief and assassin,” he said genially. “Then again, I hardly resemble a noble of the court at the moment, do I?”

The man known as the Craftsman glanced around the room, noting the rough, hand-carved wood of the table and chairs. It was a small hut, plainly the dwelling of someone with little means. Shrugging, he glanced back toward his companion.