<?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>Shopping on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/shopping/</link><description>Recent content in Shopping 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/shopping/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Student and the Soldier</title><link>/stories/2019/03/14/the-student-and-the-soldier/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/03/14/the-student-and-the-soldier/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="studentandthesoldier10.html"&gt;part ten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-11"&gt;Chapter 11&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I got up early and dressed quickly as I needed to get to the market for shopping and things before our guests departed. So, leaving the keys on the pillow, I got the dogs and went shopping.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Suzi? Are you awake, dear?&amp;rdquo; My Dad&amp;rsquo;s voice right outside the door jolted me awake.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Uh, yeah, Dad, I&amp;rsquo;ll be up in a minute.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mallrat</title><link>/stories/2017/09/24/mallrat/</link><pubDate>Sun, 24 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/24/mallrat/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Based on &amp;ldquo;Handgagged at the Mall&amp;rdquo; by TrustyJim&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For Tyler Christmas was the perfect time of the year. No it wasn&amp;rsquo;t the good cheer. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t the presents or the songs or the food. Nor was it the weather. No for Tyler the best part of Christmas was the girls.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tyler was a girl-watcher and unabashedly so. Talk to a girl? No, no he was far too shy for that. He was much happier just watching them from afar. His favorite hunting ground was the Andersontown Mall. Girls of all ages came and went through its doors every day. So often as he could he was down there watching.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Love of a Woman</title><link>/stories/2016/07/15/the-love-of-a-woman/</link><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/15/the-love-of-a-woman/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHAPTER 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My awakening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I thought that we were ideally happy, in love and fully fulfilled in our regular sexual encounters but then they became less frequent and one night over a glass of wine I asked Angela why this was. She was pretty sanguine in her reply. She said that she did not feel wooed, the lovemaking was not tender and she yearned to be touched by a soft body not a rough hairy ape. I was dumfound as I am not naturally hairy but I do not always wash and shave before seeking passion with her. Indeed, if I were to do so the passion of the moment would no doubt pass and lovemaking would become a prescribed and pre-planned function without any spontaneity, not my idea of passion.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Boys Will Be...</title><link>/stories/2016/07/10/boys-will-be.../</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/10/boys-will-be.../</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t believe they turned us down.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Silence greeted the remark as the four young men walked despondently along the forest trail. Around them, the trees blazed with the colors of fall, but the beauty of nature went unnoticed by the reluctant hikers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The four men, James, Jeff, Robert and Wayne, had just made their way to the secluded hideout of The Marauders, a local band with links to nearly every illegal act in the area. The four friends had thought to join, but the seasoned criminals of the gang had simply laughed and chased them off. Now, to make matters worse, they were lost.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Standard of Living</title><link>/stories/2016/07/01/the-standard-of-living/</link><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/01/the-standard-of-living/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;WARNING! This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains Strong Sexual Content. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior.
If you are under the age or 18 or reside in a state, nation, or planet that prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!! Archiving permitted, reposting is permitted; but only if you
include this statement of limitation of use and notify the author by e-mail. The author forbids you to make, distribute, or sell multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format.
However, individual readers may make single copies of the
story for their own, non-commercial use. Copyright (c) 2010 by &lt;a href="mailto:sfmaster@att.net"&gt;sfmaster@att.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Four Play 4: More Games With Sophie</title><link>/stories/2015/06/18/four-play-4-more-games-with-sophie/</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/06/18/four-play-4-more-games-with-sophie/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="fourplay3.html"&gt;part three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: More Games With Sophie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now that a decision had been made by the guys, Sophie and I could resume our tit-for-tat games and their consequences. At first I couldn’t believe how she had completely embraced it all; the dressing up, the role playing, the anticipation and the reward. She liked to play the dom but was equally comfortable in the role of sub. She was, in fact, ahead of me in her total acceptance, even love of it all. I knew within a short time that she would want to buy more latex clothing, for her to play out more roles, and to keep it all fresh.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Four Play 2: An Evening at Home with Sophie</title><link>/stories/2015/05/10/four-play-2-an-evening-at-home-with-sophie/</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/05/10/four-play-2-an-evening-at-home-with-sophie/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="fourplay.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: An Evening at Home with Sophie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was only about a week after this night at the pub that I came home quite late after beating myself to death at the office. I was dog tired as I entered the house. The lights were on and I could hear Sophie in the kitchen. I shouted out a hello, dumped my stuff in the hall and joined her. I turned the corner and was stopped in my tracks.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>It Started Friday Part 2: Saturday</title><link>/stories/2014/08/18/it-started-friday-part-2-saturday/</link><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/08/18/it-started-friday-part-2-saturday/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="itstartedfriday.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It Started Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part 2: Saturday&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kat woke me up in the morning. She proceeded to tell me a good wife would be up first is and have breakfast ready.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I told her, &amp;ldquo;I could have if I was not locked in these heel-less shoes&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With that she unlocked them and told me to get showered for today. I removed my hose and nightgown and showered. I showered and shaved clean then when I got out Kat was there in jeans and polo shirt. She told me to get dressed and put my make up on. She then helped me with the makeup and I started looking sexy. After her finishing my makeup I got dressed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Long Weekend C/D &amp; S/B Adventure</title><link>/stories/2014/02/02/long-weekend-c/d-s/b-adventure/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/02/02/long-weekend-c/d-s/b-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;On a recent weekend the wife went away for a few days with a neighbour, a ladies only weekend. They were excited for weeks and so was I, but obviously for different reasons. My longstanding plan had been to spend some or most of the weekend in ladies clothes. As the date got closer thoughts of adding some self bondage also began to come into my head, and so over the last week a loose plan formed for one night of bondage to end one of the days.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Vacation Time Fun Part 6</title><link>/stories/2012/04/13/vacation-time-fun-part-6/</link><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/04/13/vacation-time-fun-part-6/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="vacationtimefun5.html"&gt;part 5&lt;/a&gt;
Part 6&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I climbed out of the tub before I turned into one big wrinkle, threw on a robe and walked contently into the bedroom, only to find a note on my pillow. It read:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Dearest Tonya, I hope you don’t plan on sleeping well tonight.  I still have two movies to watch and you know where that leaves you. I’d get tied myself but due to my inconsiderate host, I’m just a little bit (a lot) sore in all the right places.  Ummm…. anyway sugar, just make sure that you sleep in something that is appropriate for an adventure, if you sleep at all.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Spandex Servant</title><link>/stories/2011/01/24/my-spandex-servant/</link><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/01/24/my-spandex-servant/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It all came as a surprise to me; my boyfriend of three months and I went on a short vacation together.  No sex, twin beds.  I suggested we go use the pool and he told me to go ahead and he would be out in a few minutes.  I was preoccupied with doing laps and when I took a rest, I looked up to see him on the diving board, in what looked like short trunks and a t-shirt.  When he me waving to him, he removed the t-shirt and I got a real shock - - he was wearing a cap-sleeved Spandex leotard.  And it looked gorgeous, and sexy!  All black except for a blue “V” which pointed right down to his crotch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bound for Life 5</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/bound-for-life-5/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/bound-for-life-5/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="boundforlife4.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bound for Life 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Just a word or two about the author. This is my 20th book and it will not be sold. I offer it to all who wish to read free of charge. It is does have a full copyright attached. Cuffmaster is not my name or the name that any of the retail books are under. For personal reasons I keep it this way. This is a true story and the events are actual and factual. You can reach me at &lt;a href="mailto:cuffmaster@gmail.com" title="blocked::mailto:cuffmaster@gmail.com"&gt;cuffmaster@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bound for Life 6</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/bound-for-life-6/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/bound-for-life-6/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="boundforlife5.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bound for Life 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Just a word or two about the author. This is my 20th book and it will not be sold. I offer it to all who wish to read free of charge. It is does have a full copyright attached. Cuffmaster is not my name or the name that any of the retail books are under. For personal reasons I keep it this way. This is a true story and the events are actual and factual. You can reach me at &lt;a href="mailto:cuffmaster@gmail.com" title="blocked::mailto:cuffmaster@gmail.com"&gt;cuffmaster@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Summer Of Dares 4: Property Of Dana And Tracy</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-4-property-of-dana-and-tracy/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-4-property-of-dana-and-tracy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mysummerofdares3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Summer Of Dares 3: The Therapy Pool Chair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: Property Of Dana And Tracy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Before the girls dropped me off at my house with my new teenage dress, (apparently on loan from Tracy), she turned in her front seat and applied some foundation to my cheeks to cover the marks still apparently visible there. The girls were quite good with makeup these days, but when they were younger went overboard with it as most girls do at that age. I seldom wear any as I don&amp;rsquo;t care to stare at myself in the mirror while applying it, not to mention that I can&amp;rsquo;t help but to touch my face all the time smearing any attempts the girls had made over the years to &amp;ldquo;fix me up&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Guiding Hand 8: The Understanding of Pink</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-guiding-hand-8-the-understanding-of-pink/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-guiding-hand-8-the-understanding-of-pink/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="guidinghand7.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Guiding Hand7: Latex and Leather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="guidinghand7.html"&gt;part seven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 8: The Understanding of Pink.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Andy, took a breath, the memory of the last time he had entered a fetish fashion shop filling his mind. But those images faded to a strange excitement as, with one squeeze from Janes hand, the door buzzed open and they entered the shop. Instantly the aroma of rubber filled Andy&amp;rsquo;s nose, it was everywhere, warm moist and clinging, double, triple, no infinitely stronger than the aroma which drifted from the wardrobe housing his own tiny dress collection .&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Guiding Hand7: Latex and Leather</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-guiding-hand7-latex-and-leather/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-guiding-hand7-latex-and-leather/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="guidinghand6.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Guiding Hand6: Lessons to be Learnt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="guidinghand6.html"&gt;part six&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 7: Latex and Leather.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Naked beneath the cream robe, Jane sat in the sun and as she did, the garden laid out before her, the faint trail of aeroplanes in the blue sky, she watched with pride as her new maid, came to her call. For a moment as Andy stepped from the kitchen door out onto the sun lit terrace, Jane thought him to be dressed in nothing but syrup and oil, so smooth was his outfit, so deep the shine. However as he neared, with elegant steps atop those dangerous heels, the tell-tale crease and ripple of the latex revealed itself. They moved over his hips and stretched to reflect the light with each sway of the hip or turn of the knee.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The New House Rules 8</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-new-house-rules-8/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-new-house-rules-8/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="newhouserules7.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The New House Rules 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chapter 8&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 8a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;By the middle of the week, the weather had hit an unseasonably warm spot, so I had agreed to meet the girls for lunch downtown. It is not eating outside weather, but warm enough that we can walk from lunch to an errand that we had been talking about. A very naughty errand.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My walk up Broad Street challenges that warmer weather assumption. I pull my jacket closer to my neck every building awning I walk under. Then racing quickly to the next ray of sunshine I can find. Two joggers run past. I find myself checking out the girl as much as the guy. She has short shorts with a long sleeve tight shirt and a headband holding her brown hair back. I love fit couples. I resist the urge to turn and watch them run away, keeping my eyes forward.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>