Ataraxia on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Atarax House

Mon, 03 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(Authors note: This started out as just another story but quickly evolved into a business plan. It could be the seed of something that might actually be workable in the real world! Perhaps you could earn a living from your love of rubber doing this. Please share your ideas on how to make this more feasible and workable with us here! Looking for real-world common business sense, not blue-sky fantasy, please!)

Black Amoeba & the Holy Grail

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

As always, she arrives at about 8 a.m. She’s still wearing her airline uniform, having flown an early flight this morning. She looks bedraggled and a bit wilted. She probably came right from the airport. She called me last night telling me how stressed out she was. I made sure everything was ready for her.

After a friendly kiss on the cheek and a bit of small talk, she heads for the bathroom to empty her bowels and bladder as best she can. I’ve given her a large tube of KY jelly and pair of latex panties equipped with inflatable, vibrating anal and vaginal dildoes. She knows the routine. She puts these on, lubricating herself using the entire tube of jelly. I leave her to these chores and go put on my latex catsuit. I knew I’d have to wear the suit for at least as long as her ordeal. Fortunately, it had two-way zipper which allowed me to open up to pee even when the suit was locked on. Fluid control is not one of my “things”.

Black Amoeba & the Holy Grail

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Pinball Queen

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

In addition to being lifestyle Rubberists, my husband, Bob, and I are “restrained” exhibitionists. We like to wear all kinds of erotic latex gear and dildoes under street clothes and then go out to dinner, shopping or other places. We get a thrill knowing that people can look right at us without being aware that we are being erotically stimulated.

We had given each other a small padlock and a silver neck chain on our wedding night. We would “lock” each other into some sort of latex garment and keep the key to the other’s padlock on the chain around our necks. Bob could not remove his rubber garments until I allowed him to, and vice versa. We made beautiful love to each other for hours this way. It was a lot of fun and didn’t hurt anyone.

Queen Rubberella

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I suddenly found myself without a job. There was a sudden and particularly messy “divorce” from my former employer with lots of ill-feelings and name-calling. They fired me for being incompetent over something I did not even do. I was devastated. My Master tried to console me with our usual rubber submission games but they all seemed so empty and short-lived. They were a pleasurable for the moment but would soon be forgotten. Tomorrow I would once again be the girl whose career had been smashed.