<?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>Whipped on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/whipped/</link><description>Recent content in Whipped 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/whipped/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>My Day as a Dog</title><link>/stories/2014/11/05/my-day-as-a-dog/</link><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/11/05/my-day-as-a-dog/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It is no secret that my wife, Techie, and I enjoy experimenting and playing adult games. Some of the things we do are not original but are inspired by something we have read in Gromet’s Plaza. In this case we read and enjoyed the bondage piece “My Life as a Dog” by Richard and I said, “May I be your pet for a day?“&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Techie gave me one of her “sneaky” smiles that should have been a warning; but I was determined to try it. Our med kit had some heavy-duty cling wrap tape I got that out. Then I went to my workshop and cut off two pieces of two three and a half inches of two-inch diameter soft rubber hose. In preparation for what was about to come I stripped down so the only thing I was wearing was my CB6000 male chastity device. We still had the locking collar, chromed chain leash left over from a Halloween costume party as well as the anti-bark shock collar we had gotten when we were caring for my son’s dog.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The South American Expedition 3</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-south-american-expedition-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-south-american-expedition-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="southamerican_expedition2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The South American Expedition 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the evening Dr. Stone was introduced to the whole tribe formally at a bonfire, and all of her clothes and personnel things were burned in that same fire. She was told it would be easier for her to assimilate their culture if there were no return path possible for her to the one she knew. The fire was symbolic, but she could see the logic behind it. She had no choice in the matter in any event as she was still bound, and naked, and deep into an unfamiliar jungle. The chief put a necklace around her neck made out of small bones, and fastened it in a manner that made it unlikely to ever fall off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>