<?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>X-Cross on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/x-cross/</link><description>Recent content in X-Cross on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/x-cross/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Call Me Mistress</title><link>/stories/2019/03/01/call-me-mistress/</link><pubDate>Fri, 01 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/03/01/call-me-mistress/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="callmemistress10.html"&gt;chapter ten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-11-this-could-be-fun"&gt;Chapter 11: This could be fun!!!&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update 5 from my prison&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So, you want to participate in a domination session with Jules and me, is that correct?” I asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Yes, I would,” Master replied.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Very well then, but first you must learn my name. Call me Mistress,” I ordered.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Good, let’s get started then,” I said. “Jules! Jules get in here. I have a surprise for you,” I hollered.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Alice in Thunderland</title><link>/stories/2015/06/25/alice-in-thunderland/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/06/25/alice-in-thunderland/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Alice in Thunderland is a nerdy, sci-fi, fantasy, bdsm, romance.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If you are not nerdy or into sci-fi fantasy, you can skim through the first half and go directly to the playroom scene. The BDSM is traditional and timeless. It involves all aspects - BD, DS, &amp;amp; SM. There is some erotic pain, but it is relatively mild.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Subby Boy</title><link>/stories/2013/02/03/subby-boy/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/02/03/subby-boy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="subbyboy.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subby Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So here we are at part 2 and its now morning i would say about 9 am and Mistress and her number 1 subby boy are in the kitchen chatting, while Roger is next door in the garage and still tied to the cross and gagged with the cum still dripping from his mouth where he was used by Mistress Doves friends. What Roger did not relise is once he was all chained up the door to the house opened and other Domme&amp;rsquo;s came in with their subby boys collared and on leads.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Underground Dungeon Maker</title><link>/stories/2011/10/13/the-underground-dungeon-maker/</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/10/13/the-underground-dungeon-maker/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My husband, Techster, had been depressed since the engineering testing firm that he worked for the last 15 years folded. This was due to the lack of business thanks to the current economy. The fact that only income he had was commission and residual income from a book that he had written several years ago. For the last 20 years Techster has used his engineering knowledge to create some of the most devious adult toys and dungeonware for our personal use and experimentation; I suggested that he start designing and making some dungeonware for sale. It only took him one visit to our favorite adult store to come up with his first client. After Techster told our friend, Mitch, who is the lead clerk at the store what he wanted to do and that he would reward him for any business that came our way from his store it only took one hour before his first call.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Further Training of 'S' 14: Pain &amp; Pleasure</title><link>/stories/2011/04/02/the-further-training-of-s-14-pain-pleasure/</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Apr 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/04/02/the-further-training-of-s-14-pain-pleasure/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="further_trainingofs13.html"&gt;part 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 14: Pain &amp;amp; Pleasure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Awaking in heavy meditation ‘S’ had no Idea of the time; she had slept soundly after the exhaustion brought on by the stringent bondage she had endured. Now fully conscious she tried to open her eyes and stretch her limbs but nothing happened she was held fast in her bondage. It then struck her that of course she was in meditation and at some time in the future she would be released and be dressed to meet her Master. Her heart missed a beat; she smiled to herself although the smile was only metaphorical as she was held very tightly in her latex helmet over which was a heavy leather sleep sack helmet which allowed not one millimetre of movement.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Furry Heaven</title><link>/stories/2011/03/12/furry-heaven/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/03/12/furry-heaven/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;For many years now I have had a strong desire/need to be trapped, enclosed and left in a Furry Heaven. This is something that had been beyond my reach and was much too purvey for most of my friends to know about or even understand.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So, on a visit to my long time bondage buddy, he had a little surprise for me. We met up as usual for lunch and a chat and then went for a couple of drinks. All seemed as normal. We went back to his place and went down to his Dungeon. I noticed to my delight and surprise a large bear suit draped over the bench. He looked at me and smiled.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Prey For The Huntress</title><link>/stories/2008/01/21/prey-for-the-huntress/</link><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/01/21/prey-for-the-huntress/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author’s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; This story is dedicated to the real Huntress, a true and cherished friend who has always been there, from that first day when she made this old Wolf feel welcome in a new and strange place.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In our world of information, he was a mystery.  Even his name was unknown.  Some even suggested that he’d lived under so many assumed names that even he couldn’t remember the name he’d been born with.  To those who sought his services, he was The Hunter.  As in hunter of men.  He was among the highest priced assassins in the world.  He had never missed a target; he always came through. This job, however was different.  For one, the target wasn’t a high profile personality.  For another, the client demanded an unusual payment option.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Health Club</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/health-club/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/health-club/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I have a T-shirt with the saying &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s been so long since I&amp;rsquo;ve had sex,
I can&amp;rsquo;t remember who ties who&amp;rdquo; and have worn it to the aerobics club on
a couple of occasions with no more than a grin or so in reaction from others. 
Finally a woman took notice in a more than casual way. The class had been
a good workout and we were both drenched in sweat afterwards, when she
came over to where I was standing. She was pretty good-looking, sort of
tall with dark brown hair and a slim build. Her eyes were dark and she
was dressed in a black workout suit. She told me she was watching during
the class and thought I was doing pretty good for a guy. I told her I tried
to do my best and enjoyed following a woman&amp;rsquo;s lead. With that she looked
at me a bit closer and asked if I would like to learn the answer to my
T-shirt&amp;rsquo;s question. I got flustered as usual, and my dick got hard and
I spluttered a yes. She then told me to meet her at the counter in thirty
minutes and be ready to go.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jill's Adventure into Total Slavery 2: Carmen &amp; Jason</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/jills-adventure-into-total-slavery-2-carmen-jason/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/jills-adventure-into-total-slavery-2-carmen-jason/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="jillsadventureintototalslavery.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jill&amp;rsquo;s Adventure into Total Slavery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Carmen &amp;amp; Jason&lt;/strong&gt;
(All characters are fictional as is Frieda’s fashion house)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jill lost all track of time and could only think of the next orgasm that was building in her body thanks to the vibrators and paddle that were torturing her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Finally, Jill saw the door opened and Frieda entered, wearing a red leather dress with matching boots, and she turned off the robo spanker and vibrators. Frieda told Jill that the show was starting and that people would be coming in to the room to check out the outfit, and spanking machine. Also she left the remote to the vibs and tens unit for them to play with on a table. It seemed like hours that strangers had entered the room and played with her and always denying her the orgasm she desperately wanted.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jill's Adventure into Total Slavery 4: The Island Home</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/jills-adventure-into-total-slavery-4-the-island-home/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/jills-adventure-into-total-slavery-4-the-island-home/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="jillsadventureintototalslavery3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jill&amp;rsquo;s Adventure into Total Slavery 3: The Slave Contract&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: The Island Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kelly delivered Jill to Manny at the boat docks and handed him the remote and keys to Jill’s belt. They boarded the yacht and Jill watched as Manny started the motors and they left Cayman. After about 2 hours Jill saw a small island in the distance and knew it was her new home. They finally docked and before getting into the Jeep, Manny locked a set of manacles on both Jill’s hands and feet.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>She Lost the Bet 7: Budapest</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/she-lost-the-bet-7-budapest/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/she-lost-the-bet-7-budapest/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="shelostthebet6.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She Lost the Bet 6: Vegas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A Sequel to &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="shelostthebet6.html"&gt;Part 6&lt;/a&gt;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 7: Budapest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;BudaPest! Just the name seemed exotic.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We flew in so that I could do some business there and we quickly made our way to the BudaPest Hilton in the old part of the city up on the hill. After just a few days we felt right at home. Happy Hour in the executive lounge of the hotel built on an old castle. A cruise on the Danube. Good cheap meals. What was not to like?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Subby Boy</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/subby-boy/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/subby-boy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Roger was busy sorting himself out as Maria was coming home tomorrow, he was going out tonight and without Maria as she was busy at home. Roger and Maria had been together for almost 4 years now and it seemed like things were getting into a rut where sex and playing were concerned. They had been Sir and submissive till about 18 months ago when he came out to her that he was a switch and would also like to be a submissive himself and be led at times.
Roger wanted some fun and ok he also felt like sex and with Maria so far away also a bit of danger, he was getting excited at the thought of maybe picking someone up for a night or even being picked up himself by a Mistress and who knows what it might lead to. Roger was trying to put the cock harness on but just the thought of another woman other than Maria touching him in a private way made him hard with excitement. At last the harness was on and he thought dare he go a bit further and put some panties on as well, maybe red ones as that is what Maria liked him to wear red bra and panties, it was too much and so Roger gave in and that was what he wore under his clothes.
The Munch was at 7pm and Roger knew he was early so he sat in his car people watching and see who went in and out of the pub also who he could recognise from the group. Roger slowly made his way through the pub crowd got himself a drink and went over to some people he knew and who were regulars to this group, glass in hand he passed light chat all the time smiling and nodding to others and looking for new faces. A couple of people came over and introduce themselves, the woman was quite chatty to Roger asking him loads of question while the man stood silent by her side, Roger felt he was being interrogated and most times could only answer yes or no. After a while Roger found himself alone with this couple and they moved into a corner where they could chat more privately without ear wigers.
Even though Roger had given his word to Maria that he would not wander, this promise went out the window as the couple plied him with drinks and his will was weakening. The next thing Roger knew he was in the passenger side seat of his car and the woman was driving him somewhere with the man following in his car behind.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>