<?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>Stimulate on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/stimulate/</link><description>Recent content in Stimulate on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/stimulate/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Equinox</title><link>/stories/2018/11/11/the-equinox/</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/11/11/the-equinox/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So this is what it feels like, Helen? She thought to herself as she stared into the storm outside the base. It was complete whiteout, and had been now for a couple of days, and she had been alone since just before it began. Howard had broken his arm badly, and had been transported out to McMurdo for treatment, Rachel had flown him out, and that left her to stay and maintain the base. She didn&amp;rsquo;t know how they fared, as she hadn’t been able to reach anyone on the radio since the storm began. Thankfully she had always been the stay in and read a book type, as the weather did not allow for any travel, and the weather was not showing any signs of letting up. Winter was creeping closer, and if the storm kept up, she might have to stay, and wait for spring.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Stone Gardens Incarceration System</title><link>/stories/2018/04/26/stone-gardens-incarceration-system/</link><pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/26/stone-gardens-incarceration-system/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Incarceration is a massive expense for any modern country that wishes to maintain justice, peace and order. The main goals of incarceration are to prevent recidivism, act as a deterrent to potential criminals and protect public safety.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the case of lesser crimes for non repeat offenders these issues can often most effectively be dealt with using short term incarceration in facilities with high quality education and treatment programs. These programs ensure that inmates leave in good emotional and physical health. When followed by probation services that help with employment, housing and other issues recidivism is often only an insignificant issue.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>MARD-5000</title><link>/stories/2018/02/23/mard-5000/</link><pubDate>Fri, 23 Feb 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/02/23/mard-5000/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Tammy greeted the technicians with a mixture of relief, trepidation, shame and arousal.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The relief was in anticipation of getting the creditors off her back, as the installation of a MARD-5000 would pacify them for a bit and they would extend her credit. The trepidation was simply from fear of the unknown. The shame was from admitting that she was in this mess, and the arousal was from the online reviews she had read.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Dairy Unit</title><link>/stories/2017/09/29/the-dairy-unit/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/29/the-dairy-unit/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;When Stephanie says that her most intimate fantasy is to be milked like a cow, a way is found to make her fantasy come true.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And now I&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;was definitely wondering why I&amp;rsquo;d agreed to take part in a game of &amp;lsquo;Truth or Dare&amp;rsquo; just over a week ago! Certainly if I&amp;rsquo;d known that Jo was from a farming family I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have admitted to that fantasy, but now seemingly it was too late to go back on it, the one consolation I guessed, was that it might be fun to make that fantasy become reality&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;I hope!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>I Hate My Job</title><link>/stories/2017/05/04/i-hate-my-job/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/04/i-hate-my-job/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Carly, a bio-sentient computer assistant, hates her job.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This story is weird, fairly mild, and set in the distant future where semi-autonomous computers run complex mining and manufacturing stations on large asteroids orbiting various solar systems.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The story starts rather slowly in order to set up the world in which Carly lives. Its category is somewhere between machine and auto-erotic and will probable appeal primarily to geekettes and those who love geekettes&amp;hellip; or perhaps those who love those from Sol-15 who have blue skin.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cub Reporter Becomes a Human Cow</title><link>/stories/2017/04/27/cub-reporter-becomes-a-human-cow/</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Apr 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/04/27/cub-reporter-becomes-a-human-cow/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;So, Miss Andrews, you&amp;rsquo;ve toured our facility and talked to all of our employees. Do you have any other questions?&amp;rdquo; Jake Brighton asked the young reporter seated in front of him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jessica Lynn Andrews thought for a moment. She had been assigned by the local newspaper to write a story about Humilk Industries, a local business specializing in producing human breast milk for public consumption. Since a worldwide outbreak of mad cow disease had led to the Great Economic Collapse, milk had been in short supply. Human milk production had begun and with massive unemployment, companies like Humilk had offered women opportunities to escape the Poverty Houses by selling their breast milk.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cub Reporter Becomes a Human Cow</title><link>/stories/2017/04/27/cub-reporter-becomes-a-human-cow/</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Apr 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/04/27/cub-reporter-becomes-a-human-cow/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;So, Miss Andrews, you&amp;rsquo;ve toured our facility and talked to all of our employees. Do you have any other questions?&amp;rdquo; Jake Brighton asked the young reporter seated in front of him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jessica Lynn Andrews thought for a moment. She had been assigned by the local newspaper to write a story about Humilk Industries, a local business specializing in producing human breast milk for public consumption. Since a worldwide outbreak of mad cow disease had led to the Great Economic Collapse, milk had been in short supply. Human milk production had begun and with massive unemployment, companies like Humilk had offered women opportunities to escape the Poverty Houses by selling their breast milk.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Traffic 3: Success at Last</title><link>/stories/2016/05/13/traffic-3-success-at-last/</link><pubDate>Fri, 13 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/05/13/traffic-3-success-at-last/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="traffic2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traffic 3: Success at Last!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Storycodes: Sbf; machine; naked; basement; cuffs; gag; belt; spanking; toys; bdsm; mast; torment; cons; XX&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa was bound face-down and naked on her bondage table. Her improved spanking machine was all ready to start. It had numerous arms, each holding a different item. One had a small leather paddle, another had a heavy wooden hairbrush, a third had a leather flogger with many thin tails, still another had a heavy wooden spoon, and then there was one with a leather belt. There were several other arms as well - Lisa had really done a lot of work on her setup!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Musical Chairs</title><link>/stories/2005/10/12/musical-chairs/</link><pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/10/12/musical-chairs/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a miserable wet and windy day and Don and I were glad to get
home after doing the week’s shopping.  As we were not planning to
do anything exciting over the weekend we picked up a couple of videos on
the way back from the mall.  That evening we sat back to watch the
first of them, the old 1968 sci-fi sex spoof classic Barbarella. 
I don’t know if you remember this film but at one point the heroine, Barbarella
(a young Jane Fonda), finds herself in a machine called an Orgasmatron. 
This machine is designed to cause the victim so much sexual pleasure that
it kills them with orgasmic overload.  Well it didn’t kill our hot
little heroine Barbarella – just the reverse, she ended up blowing up the
machine.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>