<?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>Unconscious on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/unconscious/</link><description>Recent content in Unconscious on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/unconscious/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Deep Down in the Depths of Servitude</title><link>/stories/2025/07/21/deep-down-in-the-depths-of-servitude/</link><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/07/21/deep-down-in-the-depths-of-servitude/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="foreword"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foreword&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When the paths of a strong and practiced BDSM Dominant and an adventurous and willing but green submissive collide, the result can be a fantastic and wild playdate, but it can also turn into a challenging, risky, and reckless one. Some would call what I allowed to be done to me as outright stupid. They are probably right. What follows is a journal transcribed into story style that details a five-day ‘submissive rental’ from my part-time best friend, part-time master aka Sir Michael to his BDSM Dominant buddy, Dr. D in Vegas in late October 2024.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Kingdom</title><link>/stories/2018/04/12/the-kingdom/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/12/the-kingdom/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="kingdom.html"&gt;The Prologue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: Enter Jodie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I pulled my moped up to the Notts’ Faire entryway, I was surprised to see a brand new security check point with a car barrier. Several uniformed guards sat inside the security hut.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I approached, a burly guard exited the hut and stepped up to me with a clipboard. Once I came to a stop, he asked, “Can I help you, ma’am?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>