<?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>Hazard on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/hazard/</link><description>Recent content in Hazard 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="/authors/hazard/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Tough Love</title><link>/stories/2002/11/04/tough-love/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Nov 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/11/04/tough-love/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I cannot speak.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The ring
behind my teeth holds my jaws wide apart, its strap, tight around my head,
pulling my lips back into a wide unmoving grin.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I cannot see.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Shaped latex
covers are glued over my eyes revealing only a vague pink glow when I am
in bright light.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I cannot walk unaided.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thigh-length
leather 9” heeled ballet boots are laced snugly over my smooth latex stockinged
legs, allowing only a slight bend at the knees. Silver cuffs wrap around
my ankles and clasp my legs above my knees, joining them together with
6” silver chains.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Going out with a Bang</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/going-out-with-a-bang/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/going-out-with-a-bang/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is one that I wrote for Vicki at Necrobabes
but they haven&amp;rsquo;t updated their text stories for ages so if you like it,
go right ahead.  I don&amp;rsquo;t know if you&amp;rsquo;re into the concept of crossing
the line, as opposed to just flirting with it, but this has plenty of latex
and bondage to keep you happy.
Enjoy/Hazard..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I told him, I have no regrets.  The chaplain. 
He was just here again.  Wanting me to repent, to save my soul.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Adventures with Anya</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-adventures-with-anya/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-adventures-with-anya/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="../storiessz/weekend_anya5.html"&gt;Story moved to Weekend with Anya 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Bath</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-bath/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-bath/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Julie watched the last of the ice cubes melt in
the bathtub.  She dipped her finger in the bright red liquid but it
was still too hot.  She slipped the two dildoes in front and back
and fastened her chastity belt over them, locking it in place.  She
covered her naked body with talc and started to slide the blue latex suit
up her legs.  She loved the feeling of the tight smooth latex against
her shaved skin.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Senator's Aide</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-senators-aide/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-senators-aide/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The job as aide to Senator Nichols had seemed
like the perfect career move.  Here was a chance for Nancy to gain
some visibility and recognition in the political world.  When, after
three months on the job, the Senator asked her to help with the new penal
reform proposals, she saw it as a chance to really make an impact.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She moved to a new office just down the hall from
the Senator and began her research.  A couple of weeks later, she
handed her preliminary findings to the Senator&amp;rsquo;s secretary and went back
to work.  The following morning, she was called to the her boss&amp;rsquo; office. 
Unable to believe that her report had already been digested, Nancy wondered
what she might have done to upset the Senator.  She walked tentatively
down the hallway with butterflies in her stomach, pausing at the mirror
to check her make-up.  She looked herself in the eye, took a deep
breath and walked bravely into the waiting room.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tight</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/tight/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/tight/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Corey shivered as she watched the clock edge its
way slowly to 8:00. The second hand seemed to move slower as if gravity
was dragging it back. &amp;ldquo;Finally,&amp;rdquo; she said to herself as it clicked
over the minute hand that was already covering the 12. She stood
up and stepped out of the cold bath, her body covered in goose pimples.
Quickly towelling herself off, she walked quickly to the kitchen, removed
a large plastic bag from the freezer and took it into her bedroom. Arriving
there, she flipped the button on her video camera and made sure the red
light was on. She wanted to make sure she caught this evening on
film.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Weekend with Anya</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/weekend-with-anya/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/weekend-with-anya/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="weekend_anya.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Yes, Mistress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The sun was going down as Anya led me down into the basement. &amp;ldquo;I think
you need a big hug,&amp;rdquo; she said, leading me into a room I hadn&amp;rsquo;t seen before. 
Anya went over to a cabinet, took a small vibrator out of a drawer and
slipped it into my still wet pussy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s radio-controlled,&amp;rdquo; she said,
smiling.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The bed appeared to have rubber sheets on it that were wrapped around
a frame.  Anya untied my arms and told me to get in.  This was
the first time I had been completely unshackled since it all began but
we both knew that I would not try to escape. I climbed in between the rubber
sheets and laid down.  The top sheet had a mouthpiece going through
it and Anya helped me fit it into my mouth.  Then she told me to put
my arms palm down at my sides with my fingers splayed.  Anya pushed
earplugs in my ears so that I couldn&amp;rsquo;t hear a thing.  She pulled the
top sheet over me and attached it at the top of the bed.  I found
I could breathe quite easily through the mouthpiece and I could see dimly
through the rubber sheet.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Weekend with Anya</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/weekend-with-anya/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/weekend-with-anya/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: Germany Bound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anya and I had met on several occasions when she came to New York or
I travelled to Germany on business.  She was our dealer in Germany
and I was her representative.  Typically, my European trips were whistle-stop
tours of several countries with no time for sightseeing so when she asked
me to join her for two major fashion shows in two consecutive weeks, I
was very excited at the prospect of spending some time in one country.
The first show was Tuesday through Friday in Essen, the second from Monday
through Wednesday in Frankfurt.  Anya invited me to stay with her
at her country house over the weekend.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Weekend with Anya 3: Yes, Mistress</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/weekend-with-anya-3-yes-mistress/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/weekend-with-anya-3-yes-mistress/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Yes, Mistress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The sun was going down as Anya led me down into the basement. &amp;ldquo;I think
you need a big hug,&amp;rdquo; she said, leading me into a room I hadn&amp;rsquo;t seen before. 
Anya went over to a cabinet, took a small vibrator out of a drawer and
slipped it into my still wet pussy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s radio-controlled,&amp;rdquo; she said,
smiling.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The bed appeared to have rubber sheets on it that were wrapped around
a frame.  Anya untied my arms and told me to get in.  This was
the first time I had been completely unshackled since it all began but
we both knew that I would not try to escape. I climbed in between the rubber
sheets and laid down.  The top sheet had a mouthpiece going through
it and Anya helped me fit it into my mouth.  Then she told me to put
my arms palm down at my sides with my fingers splayed.  Anya pushed
earplugs in my ears so that I couldn&amp;rsquo;t hear a thing.  She pulled the
top sheet over me and attached it at the top of the bed.  I found
I could breathe quite easily through the mouthpiece and I could see dimly
through the rubber sheet.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Weekend with Anya 4: Yours, Truly</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/weekend-with-anya-4-yours-truly/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/weekend-with-anya-4-yours-truly/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 4: Yours, Truly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I awoke, unable to see or move, calm and comforted
by my tightly enclosing cocoon.  I had never felt so at peace. 
I squirmed a little, revelling in the feeling of slick plastic pressing
against my skin. At some time during the night, my exhaustion had finally
overcome me and I had slipped into a warm sleep.  Now I was rested
and I lay there, with no idea what time it was, waiting for my mistress
to call me to her bidding.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Weekend with Anya 5: Anya's Slave</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/weekend-with-anya-5-anyas-slave/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/weekend-with-anya-5-anyas-slave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 5: Anya&amp;rsquo;s Slave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anya sat and looked at me for a long time.  I could see that she
was thinking of how she might be able to manage things.  I knew that
she wanted to accept my submission, but clearly there were some major logistical
issues she would have to overcome.  I knelt in front of her, trying
to look down, but unable to tear my eyes from hers.  I desperately
wanted to beg, plead, promise - anything that might get her to say yes&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>