<?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>Vetwrap on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/vetwrap/</link><description>Recent content in Vetwrap 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/vetwrap/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Egyptian Arts and Crafts</title><link>/stories/2025/06/22/egyptian-arts-and-crafts/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/06/22/egyptian-arts-and-crafts/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="egyptian-arts--crafts"&gt;Egyptian Arts &amp;amp; Crafts&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h4 id="the-seed-is-planted"&gt;The seed is planted.&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Oh I love this Egyptian bookcase sarcophagus!” Maggie sent a text and a link to her friend Phil.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Phil knew of Maggie’s love of all things Egyptian, her apartment had quite a few Egyptian statuettes, posters and other items scattered around. He looked at the link in question, it led back to some sort of high end design and decorations website.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“$1,200?!” he texted back. “It doesn’t even come with a mummy for that much?!”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bondage Day Off</title><link>/stories/2023/03/11/bondage-day-off/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/03/11/bondage-day-off/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;All through the pandemic lockdown closures in the spring of 2020, like so many “white collar” professionals, my Master and I were working from our one-bedroom apartment home. We only had a dining table and living room coffee table through the worst of it—neither of us had had a need for a dedicated “desk” before, and my 1930s vanity/dressing table in the bedroom was more important to me than a work desk—so we took turns with the dining and coffee tables as necessary for Zoom. Sometimes, one of us would go sit on the bed with our laptop if the other were in some long/distracting phone or video meeting.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chain</title><link>/stories/2023/03/11/chain/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/03/11/chain/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-26-farm-work"&gt;Chapter 26: Farm, Work&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Time to go to work!” Fred declared as he grabbed Clair’s arm and helped her stand. He opened and handed her a bottle of water from the refrigerator then stepped in Gran’s bedroom to grab a couple of rolls of Vet Wrap and the burlap dress.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“To the barn,” He said as he pointed to the door. The Chinese had it all wrong, why would any man want a woman walking behind him where he could watch a delicious bottom like Clair’s.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>White Out</title><link>/stories/2018/05/17/white-out/</link><pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/05/17/white-out/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is one of those adventures that starts off simple enough, but in true Tonya fashion, things get all pear shaped soon enough. Somehow this nitwit decided that she needed to do a black and white tie then managed to pull it apart into two separate ties, and knowing her, prolly two more swirled ones somewhere down the road. She got it in her cobwebby little head that the white out adventure would be first, followed a week or so later by the “Black Out” version, which would be more ominous and, ya know, blackouty &amp;hellip; blackoutish … dark. The others would follow later. In theory, the first one would be a trial run for the second adventure to test some ideas and found out what it would be like to be stuck after dark in the new office.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Prank Gone Wild</title><link>/stories/2014/04/18/prank-gone-wild/</link><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/04/18/prank-gone-wild/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“You live here?” said Erika, awestruck by the size and style of the house, as it was clearly owned by someone wealthy.
“Yes, but you know I can’t own something like this,” answered Holly humorously. “At least not yet. My friend Dina’s uncle owns it, and lets us stay here rent free in exchange for keeping an eye on it along with cutting the grass and stuff.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Hi there,” greeted Dina, opening the front. “I’m Dina. Come on in.”
“Thanks. I’m Erika,” said Erika. 
The three young women went into the living room and relaxed. Erika was passing through, and took the opportunity to meet up with her old friend Holly, who she knew since grade school. Now in their early twenties, they had a lot of catching up to do. Each were attractive young women in their own way: Dina was a tall, slender young woman who stood around 5 foot 9 inches tall with dirty blonde hair that she combed straight that went slightly past her ears at any angle to the base of her neck, with brown eyes and a great tan; Holly stood around 5 foot 6 inches tall, and was the typical “All American Girl” with her long strawberry-reddish blonde hair, fair alabaster white skin, and soft brown eyes; Erika was your typical tomboy, who stood about 5 foot 4 inches tall, with short black hair, blue eyes, with an athletic physique highlighted by her strong, powerful legs from running and biking to workout. 
It was a few years since Holly and Erika had seen each other, so much of their conversation was on how much each they had changed. Whereas Erika had pretty much looked and stayed the same with her tomboyish appearance, Holly had matured from a shy redhead to a confident and extremely attractive young woman. Dina simply enjoyed their company, along with the silly stories of what they were like as kids growing up in the same neighborhood. 
“The pool’s just about ready,” offered Dina.
“Great,” said Holly. “I’ve been dying for a swim since the morning.”
“You have your own pool?” commented Erika.
“Pool, recreation room, fully stocked bar,” added Dina pleasantly. “And all we have to do is take care of the place.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Shovel the Snow - or Else!</title><link>/stories/2014/03/30/shovel-the-snow-or-else/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/03/30/shovel-the-snow-or-else/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“He’s pissed me off one too many times the last few weeks”, I tell myself one day… “If he won’t shovel the *&amp;amp;@#in driveway next time it snows, he’ll pay for it!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There’s been a tonne of snow this year – and we’ve got a long driveway. At one end he’s put a post up to help light the driveway at night. We’ve kept the driveway fairly clear, but there’s no more room for the snow.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lonely Girl Mummified</title><link>/stories/2011/11/13/lonely-girl-mummified/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/11/13/lonely-girl-mummified/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://strangehobbies.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://strangehobbies.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part 1&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That day, I woke up utterly unable to move. Except for my breathing everything was completely silent and I could not see a thing. The last event I could recall was going out to the movies on my own to watch a mediocre film. I could not even remember how it ended. Maybe I&amp;rsquo;d fallen asleep before the end. The trouble was, I had absolutely no memory of what might have happened afterwards.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Special Delivery</title><link>/stories/2011/08/06/special-delivery/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/08/06/special-delivery/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Mmmm?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Smiling, Deb turned toward the bed. “Well, hello there sleepyhead,” she said brightly. “Did anyone ever tell you that you look absolutely beautiful waking up?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Mmmm-mmm?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What? Oh, you mean this?” Still smiling, Deb reached down and softly stroked the tape covering the other woman’s mouth. “Well, dear, didn’t I tell you when you came over that we were going to have some fun? And now that you’re awake, the fun can begin.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Livin’ the Mummy Dream Extreme</title><link>/stories/2010/07/13/livin-the-mummy-dream-extreme/</link><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/07/13/livin-the-mummy-dream-extreme/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She had met him through a fetish-bondage online social networking/meeting site. She had thought very long and hard about what she wanted to do with her life, leaving her old life far behind her, and the terms of a new relationship. She had to find the right man to make her most obsessive, consuming, passionate dreams come true. After a very thorough and careful culling process, here she was, happily in his wonderful loving, tight mummified embrace, her vagina and rectum stuffed with two large humming electric vibrators.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Nicole's Mistake</title><link>/stories/2010/02/03/nicoles-mistake/</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/02/03/nicoles-mistake/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Nicole Cox glanced around nervously as she walked down the hallway.  What she was about to do - what she’d already begun to do - was technically illegal, but for the best of causes.  Seeing nobody paying attention to her, she relaxed and approached the room.  With a nod to the officer posted outside the door, she entered.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Almost before the door closed, Nicole found herself wrapped in supple arms.  Soft lips pressed against her own, and she surrendered to the deep kiss that followed.  When the kiss finally ended, she stepped back reluctantly, her knees trembling.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lovely in Lavender</title><link>/stories/2008/02/22/lovely-in-lavender/</link><pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/02/22/lovely-in-lavender/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She gripped the giant tightly as the deluge soaked them from above and below. Even going slow, the wheels spun muddy cold water on their legs and arms, and the heavy rain drops pounded on their helmets. Panther was scared. Bear was worried. What had started out as a spring Saturday ride was now a race for their lives.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bear had spent every spare minute the week before cleaning and polishing his ‘98 Fat Boy. He maneuvered every conversation at the Barracks round to the bike, and he knew almost every item on the shelves at the local Harley dealer. Bear was in love again.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Girls Gone Kinky</title><link>/stories/2006/05/02/girls-gone-kinky/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/05/02/girls-gone-kinky/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Girls Gone Kinky&amp;rdquo; the radio announcer said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Tomorrow night at the Johnson warehouse, &amp;lsquo;Girls gone Kinky&amp;rsquo; will be
shooting their Halloween edition. Free admission to girls in costumes. Door
open at 6:00 Happy hour all night long. Cash awards to the lucky girls
chosen to be in the video.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sue turned off the car radio and thought about attending the out of season
event. It was after all spring break weekend and she had not done anything
wild all week or even semester. She felt it was time she cut loose. Halloween
in March sounded like the perfect event and a shot at some money
wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be all bad either.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Happy Couple</title><link>/stories/2005/07/31/the-happy-couple/</link><pubDate>Sun, 31 Jul 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/07/31/the-happy-couple/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to members of the Gromets
plaza forum for helping to edit this story&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The happiest day of their lives
was almost upon them. Less then two months, and Robert and Natalie would
be husband and wife, ready to begin a new life together.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But they weren’t there yet. They
had the ceremony to plan, guest lists to write and a location to plan.
With all the planning that was needed to get a marriage ready, it was amazing
to think that the happy couple hadn’t been driven insane yet.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Committed</title><link>/stories/2005/01/01/committed/</link><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/01/01/committed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;He had been lying there for what seemed hours, completely mummified,
from head to toe in white vet wrap, only his cock and nostrils sticking
out. Experiencing almost total sensory deprivation and he loved it. 
He was gagged, his ears were plugged and padded and his eyes were padded.
His arms locked together in front of him in an arm bar and then welded
to his torso with more vet wrap. Occasionally, he could feel the pre-cum
running down the outside of his cock with each involuntary pulse of pleasure.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Damsels Under Wraps</title><link>/stories/2004/11/15/damsels-under-wraps/</link><pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/11/15/damsels-under-wraps/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s 5:30pm, Rita Miller has finally finished her work so she calls
home to her roommate Barbara to see how she is doing. After three rings
she hears their answering machine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hi there, We&amp;rsquo;re tied up at the moment, so leave your message after
the beep, thanks.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rita smiles to herself upon hearing the answering machine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Barb, its me. I&amp;rsquo;m on my way now. I&amp;rsquo;ll be there in an hour. Don&amp;rsquo;t
go anywhere.&amp;rdquo; She chuckles.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Party Perils</title><link>/stories/2004/06/10/party-perils/</link><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/06/10/party-perils/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;C&amp;rsquo;mon, Holly, I could really use your help this weekend,&amp;rdquo; insisted
Dina to her friend Holly as they sat in a restaurant having lunch. &amp;ldquo;There&amp;rsquo;s
no way I could handle my niece Emily&amp;rsquo;s party by myself.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &amp;ldquo;What happened to her parents?&amp;rdquo; asked Holly skeptically. The last
thing she wanted to spend her weekend was chaperoning a bunch of bratty
children. &amp;ldquo;Aren&amp;rsquo;t they the ones throwing this party?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &amp;ldquo;They can&amp;rsquo;t,&amp;rdquo; said Dina. &amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s why they asked me. Emily&amp;rsquo;s Dad&amp;rsquo;s
a detective and got called in at the last minute to be part of some security
detail that weekend, and Emily&amp;rsquo;s Mom&amp;rsquo;s a veterinarian who also got called
to pull a double shift at the hospital the same day.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jane Times Five</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/jane-times-five/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/jane-times-five/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s Note&amp;quot; This story was inspired by a set of private messages exchanged on the forum between myself and Lady Jane. If you like this story, please thank her for giving me the idea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ladies, I&amp;rsquo;ll be gone for three days this time, so you&amp;rsquo;ll be taking care of things until I get back. I know you&amp;rsquo;re already familiar with your jobs, but let&amp;rsquo;s go over them, just to make sure.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>