<?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>Whips on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/whips/</link><description>Recent content in Whips 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/whips/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>In the Land of the Dolls</title><link>/stories/2018/03/05/in-the-land-of-the-dolls/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/03/05/in-the-land-of-the-dolls/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: There has been a mistake here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Look, there has clearly been a mistake here”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Madame, allow me to assure you that you are mistaken. Your order has been processed exactly as you placed it. I have it on the computer in front of me”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“And I assure you that this is not what I ordered”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Madame, I have to tell you that you have received exactly what you ordered. 1 large size child’s doll. Snow White type. And that is all you will be charged for”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Origins of a SB life</title><link>/stories/2017/09/20/origins-of-a-sb-life/</link><pubDate>Wed, 20 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/20/origins-of-a-sb-life/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="oiginsofasblife.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORIGINS - phase two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I became more comfortable with the realization that I liked bondage I became more adventurous with my experimentation. I found web sites that gave me plenty of ideas for self bondage and some in case I ever found a partner. I created a notebook of ideas that excited me and wrote notes in hopes of one day trying them and actually finding out if I did like them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Maze</title><link>/stories/2015/10/30/the-maze/</link><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/10/30/the-maze/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Maze
Light slowly filled James&amp;rsquo;s blurred and hazily eyes as feeling returned to his body. He was laying on a dirty and hard concrete floor with a banging headache and sore muscles. His skin was wet and itchy is if he was wearing something odd. What the hell had happened to him last night. He struggled to sit upright and waited to have a look around. The whole room was made from concrete and had water marks running down the walls. It looked like something out of a horror film as his heart started racing. His eyes whipped round the room and then he saw them. Two jet black figures laying on the ground. They looked alive as he saw their chests going up and down. They looked like a man and a women. Their skin was shinning and black, had they been painted.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Too Late</title><link>/stories/2010/10/17/too-late/</link><pubDate>Sun, 17 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/10/17/too-late/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Marion Les Barres had a permanent smile on her face, she had just shafted that bitch from the directors office Jessica Long,
the PA of Margaret Forbes. Jessica Long had come running in the office and asked for the paperwork for the meeting with
Ms Harrison, Marion pointed at one of two piles of paper and she ran out with it, little knowing neither was the paperwork
she was after!
Marion quickly removed the other pile of paper and put the correct paperwork in clear view. A couple of minutes later
Director Forbes marched in the office. Feigning surprise Marion looked at the paperwork.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chess</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/chess/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/chess/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lady Livuetta looked across the board in the heart of the House of Balances, at that bitch Madame Catalina. The whore who had stolen her Antoine’s heart, or at least his cock, had an entire household arrayed around her in the ranks required of the game. Her over the top curves made her look like a slut in black velvet, a far cry from Livuetta’s willowy frame.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Livuetta had her own ranks, arrayed in white as she was. It had taken enough doing just to get them there. Coin for the servants in the front ranks. Demonstrations of her prowess on the board for those consenting to play the major pieces. Promises and threats. Although often not so many of those. It turned out that the attractions of the House of Balance were enough for most, even with the threat of consequences. Maybe especially with them for the likes of Reynard and Timon, her rooks. And for her sister Teresa, it hadn’t even taken that.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>In the Land of the Dolls</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/in-the-land-of-the-dolls/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/in-the-land-of-the-dolls/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: There has been a mistake here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Look, there has clearly been a mistake here”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Madame, allow me to assure you that you are mistaken. Your order has been processed exactly as you placed it. I have it on the computer in front of me”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“And I assure you that this is not what I ordered”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Madame, I have to tell you that you have received exactly what you ordered. 1 large size child’s doll. Snow White type. And that is all you will be charged for”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>