<?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>Wool on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/wool/</link><description>Recent content in Wool 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/wool/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Roommate’s Helping Hand 6: Paying the debt</title><link>/stories/2013/08/03/roommates-helping-hand-6-paying-the-debt/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/08/03/roommates-helping-hand-6-paying-the-debt/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="roommates_helpinghand5.html"&gt;part 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 6: Paying the debt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was in for a big one. Halfway through our third year in college I lost a bet to my roommate. It was a pretty big bet. And I had been absolutely certain I would win. In fact, I had been so sure that I had agreed to his victory demand without even blinking. And then I lost.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My roommate was very magnanimous. And smug. He told me not to worry about anything. He would choose the clothing, taking my preferences into account, of course. He would come up with the bondage position, taking both of our preferences into account. And then I would have to perform my duty, to provide what he desired most.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Roommate’s Helping Hand 5: Playing the odds</title><link>/stories/2012/02/18/roommates-helping-hand-5-playing-the-odds/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/02/18/roommates-helping-hand-5-playing-the-odds/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="roommates_helpinghand4.html"&gt;part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 5: Playing the odds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was in for a big one. At the end of our third year in college my three roommates and I decided to go to Vegas for a weekend. In the run-up to the weekend some dealing had taken place. My roommate and I had made a bet about something unimportant. He had been so sure that he would win that he told me I could name whatever I wanted because he wouldn’t have to do it anyway. Except that he lost. I decided that I wanted to spend a full night in strict bondage at the next possible opportunity.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Roommate’s Helping Hand 4: Hardware Store</title><link>/stories/2012/01/16/roommates-helping-hand-4-hardware-store/</link><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/01/16/roommates-helping-hand-4-hardware-store/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="roommates_helpinghand3.html"&gt;part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: Hardware Store&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One ordinary Wednesday afternoon my roommate said he had forgotten to tell me but the guys of his choir would be coming over to our apartment for a one hour practice session. Their usual place was unavailable that week. He had told them that all of his roommates would not be home so they would not be disturbed. Our two other roommates were in fact gone for the rest of the week but I had school the next day and hadn’t planned on going anywhere. He assured me I didn’t have to go anywhere else but he did want to make sure I remained securely in my room.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Meeting</title><link>/stories/2002/05/14/the-meeting/</link><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/05/14/the-meeting/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jessica was amazed at how fast everything had gone. It seemed like only
yesterday she had acted on her urge and had gone online looking for a playmate.
It all started innocently enough with some small talk, but after a few
emails, the real conversation had started. All this went through Jessica&amp;rsquo;s
mind as she lay on the hospital bed completely restrained. Slowly she drifted
off again, completely oblivious of time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sara, Christina &amp; Lynn</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/sara-christina-lynn/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/sara-christina-lynn/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story merges &amp;lsquo;A Nice Surprise&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;Going Out&amp;rsquo; &amp;amp; &amp;lsquo;Lottery&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1: A Nice Surprise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Let me start by introducing myself, I am Sara, during the summer I am
a part of the animation team in one of the more well-known vacation retreats.
This not only keeps my body well-toned it also pays enough to survive the
winter months quite comfortably. I am about 1.70m with brown hair which
people say fits beautifully with the tan I also get from my job.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>