<?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>Jack Rabbit on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/jack-rabbit/</link><description>Recent content in Jack Rabbit 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/jack-rabbit/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The South American Expedition 4</title><link>/stories/2011/11/17/the-south-american-expedition-4/</link><pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/11/17/the-south-american-expedition-4/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="southamerican_expedition3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The South American Expedition 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Phoenix endured weeks in her vertical hole with at least one person from the tribe with her at all times. She could only listen, and respond with grunts or eye motions the rare times she was awake, to the stories that the others told her, a kind of oral tradition of the long history of the tribe. She was fed through her mouth tube, and her body rebuilt itself with the special mixture of nutrients she was carefully fed. This was a special form of magic the elder village women had discovered by trial and error when they first learned of their condition brought on by the spider bite. By offering up their bodies for the ritualistic feast, they were rewarded with regrown ones that were in some cases better than the ones that were devoured by the village. The four elder women could even alter her body by varying the kind of nutrients she received at specific times.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Becky's Halloween Display</title><link>/stories/2011/03/09/beckys-halloween-display/</link><pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/03/09/beckys-halloween-display/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I have a husband and wife who are good friends of mine, and they inadvertently found out about my kinky interests from a mutual friend. It&amp;rsquo;s always hard to gauge somebody you know on a social level to see if you want to let them in on some of your &amp;ldquo;other interests&amp;rdquo;, and the risk to the friendship that could result. It was therefore kind of a gift when my mutual friend told me Becky and James had a story I had to hear from them. My friend Shannon knew the story, but it wasn&amp;rsquo;t her&amp;rsquo;s to tell.
The four of us arranged to have dinner at my house. I provided the dinner, as my friends like my cooking, and my guests brought the wine. Becky is very sexy, and has the kind of body that could make a sack look good. I&amp;rsquo;ve only ever seen a picture of her in anything like that once though, as she dresses well for her job in a law office. She usually wears &amp;ldquo;business sexy&amp;rdquo;, and that is what she wore to our Friday night dinner. James is a nice guy and smart enough to know how lucky he is to have Becky, and I always thought he had a kind of overt sexual confidence. Our mutual friend Shannon was there, right from work, and dressed that way as well. I felt undressed compared to the girls as I had the whole day off to clean and was wearing comfortable blue jeans and a pull over shirt. My lasagna had turned out well, and I thought it was too bad my husband wouldn&amp;rsquo;t get any as he was still traveling for his company. He was sometimes gone for weeks, and our friends helped me with repairs around the house. For all the other things I needed him for, my toys and erotic stories would usually have to do!
Good manners meant we didn&amp;rsquo;t discuss what my three friends were obviously excited about until after dinner, when we sat on the deck with drinks in hand. Becky asked a question of me before she was willing to start their story. She wanted to know if Shannon really dared me to drive over to her house, at night, completely naked. And if I did it. I was shocked that Shannon shared that with them, but admitted that I did it on a dare. She asked what happened next, and I sensed Shannon and I were about to pass some kind of test. I told her the truth that Shannon made me hand over my car keys and stand on her front lawn, and that she proceeded to spray me down with her garden hose full of extremely cold water as I ran around. I then had to beg on my shivering knees to be let in her house that she ran into with my car keys. Becky didn&amp;rsquo;t ask, as Shannon and I apparently passed the test, but Shannon then let me into her house take a hot shower and warm up. My friend knew I was sexually off the wall that night and thought a cold shower would do the trick. It did until my husband got home from Africa three days later and I nearly raped him. Since then my husband has given me free reign to find a man to provide for my needs when he&amp;rsquo;s away. I have taken him up on his generous offer since then, and love him even more for making it.
Becky started her story. Her and James were throwing a Halloween party the weekend before Halloween, and their friends at the time were always trying to &amp;ldquo;one up&amp;rdquo; them with everything they did. James had the idea that they should have a costume party and contest for the best costume. Their friends loved the idea and both of them went crazy decorating the little house they rented at the time, inside and out. James jumped in then, he said he wanted something so over the top that everybody would know who was the winner without even a vote. James said he wanted to make Becky a mummy, and not just any mummy, the sexiest mummy their friends had ever seen. I noticed the look on Becky&amp;rsquo;s face, she was highly excited to relive this event. Becky said she was looking forward to their friends eating some &amp;ldquo;humble pie&amp;rdquo;, and went to the thrift store to buy several older bed sheets. At James&amp;rsquo; direction she cut the sheets up into strips and James said he practiced wrapping his sexy wife up like an Egyptian mummy on TV. Two practice sessions lead to two conclusions, Becky got way too hot wrapped up in her clothes in their house, and Becky also got too hot for James to handle after she was unwrapped. Becky blushed when she heard that, but didn&amp;rsquo;t deny it.
James said he had made a steel frame and welded it to a heavy steel base plate that Becky would both stand on, and be wrapped to. The plate had wheels on it so Becky and her heavy base plate could be easily moved into the yard along side the other creepy decorations. She wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be able to move at all, but wouldn&amp;rsquo;t fall over either. James reasoned she would be much cooler in the October air than inside the warm house, and their friends would walk right past her on their way into the house. They also knew from their extended testing that Becky could spend at least four hours in position on the frame, but the wrapping could be a problem. Becky suggested James wrap her up wearing only her panties to help keep her cool, as she wears little more than that under the club wear dresses she has. James knew she would be hot when he unwrapped her no matter what she was wearing, and they only planned to unwrap her thin face gauze for their friends anyway. To stop the wrapping from coming loose, they planned to use fabric glue to hold each wrap to itself and then cut the wrapping from Becky&amp;rsquo;s body at the end of the night&amp;hellip;
I found myself hanging on James and Becky&amp;rsquo;s every word, and I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help noticing the bulge in James&amp;rsquo; pants, and the three of us girls squirming around on our chairs. I wondered if the other girls were as wet as I was!
&amp;hellip;An hour before the guests were due James started wrapping Becky, wearing only her panties, to the frame and gluing each wrap to itself. He started at her sexy feet, and when she was immobile he stood her up on the base plate and wrapped her body to the metal frame. Becky said she couldn&amp;rsquo;t stop giggling at the trick they were playing on their friends. With her arms wrapped to her sides to just under her tits James said he told her if she couldn&amp;rsquo;t stop giggling she would ruin everything&amp;hellip; James realized Becky was helpless to stop giggling on her own, and he wrapped several turns of the cloth under her chin and over her head, effectively gagging her. She could still talk very quietly through her closed jaw, but finally lost the giggles. James pulled a thin gauze hood backwards over her head like the kind painters usually wear with the opening over their face. She said her french braid fit perfectly out of the hole in the rear of the hood. Becky didn&amp;rsquo;t giggle now, or see for that matter, but she could still breathe perfectly. James wrapped her tits UP, actually supporting her large bust in a way that made it look even bigger. He finished with her head and wheeled her out into the yard, and she was transformed into a helpless Halloween decoration. James said she was definitely a sexy mummy when he was done with her, her shape accurately reproduced by the cloth wrapping, with the exception of her tits that actually looked larger the way they were wrapped&amp;hellip;
James had taken a picture of his sexy mummy and handed it to me. I just looked at it and thought to myself that I would love to try that myself! I must have said it out loud because all three of them just turned their heads and looked at me at the same moment. I made a joke out of it and said &amp;ldquo;oops&amp;rdquo;, but I was serious about wanting to try it.
&amp;hellip;When his guests started to arrive, James made apologies for Becky&amp;rsquo;s absence and said she would try to get back before the night was over. The yard decorations were a hit, especially Becky, and the food and drinks had the whole group feeling no pain at all. James&amp;rsquo; own clown costume was lacking because of all the time he had put into the house and his sexy mummy, and his friends easily had him beat with their rented costumes. They were waiting for one last couple, who were late, and when they showed up like horror movie zombies, they easily had everybodies costumes beat. James said he was about to spring his surprise on his friends and asked the zombies how they liked the sexy mummy in the yard, as they were the only guests not to comment on her. They said they must have missed that one, but liked all the other decorations, and named several of them off. He said their other friends asked how they could possibly miss her and they all walked outside, James with the surgical scissors in hand, to free up enough of Becky to win the unofficial bragging rights.
BECKY WAS GONE!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Camera Shy</title><link>/stories/2011/02/02/camera-shy/</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/02/02/camera-shy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My friend Joan had a boyfriend named Dan who was a real outdoor kind of guy. The kind of guy who hunts and fishes with his buddies, but didn&amp;rsquo;t always spend as much time with Joan as she would have liked. Joan knew she was being selfish, but couldn&amp;rsquo;t help herself, or so she said. I don&amp;rsquo;t think she wanted to compete with dead fish and deer for Dan&amp;rsquo;s time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hubby's Surprise</title><link>/stories/2011/01/05/hubbys-surprise/</link><pubDate>Wed, 05 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/01/05/hubbys-surprise/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story continues from &lt;a href="https://boundstories.net/storiesad/cuckold.html"&gt;Cuckold&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="https://boundstories.net/storiesek/kens_birthday_gift.html"&gt;Ken&amp;rsquo;s Birthday Gift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ken, my once again lover and I decided we would do anything to be together, and divorce wasn&amp;rsquo;t an option, as I promised hubby long ago I never would. To bad for him! Ken and I formed a plan as he drove me home, after he bought me some clothes to wear. If I had a conscious it would have bothered me!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;hellip;I remembered from years ago that hubby made a good looking girl for a Halloween party Ken and I forced him to go to once. My sister was a cosmetology student at home, and I offered her my hubby for her final exam. The students were supposed to pick the woman most in need of &amp;ldquo;help&amp;rdquo;, for lack of a better way to say it, and remake her. The project was supposed to have before and after photos, and detail how the student accomplished the goal.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bondage Barbie Deluxe</title><link>/stories/2011/01/01/bondage-barbie-deluxe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/01/01/bondage-barbie-deluxe/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="bondagebarbiedeluxe.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bondage Barbie Deluxe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part Two&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Don came down into his toy room and found me wandering around, wearing only the thin cotton shift and freshly bathed. I felt even more naked than I did before, probably because Don was dressed to go out and I obviously wasn&amp;rsquo;t. He said he still wanted to know how I found out about the toy room, and I was obligated to tell him about the hidden letter in the Barbie box. I didn&amp;rsquo;t go into the painful details, but he said that it made alot of sense. It seemed like the existence of the letter explained more than one thing that was bothering Don.
My ass was still too sore to play with, but the rest of me wanted Don, especially if he could get me back to the pain / pleasure overlap that I experienced for the first time in my life. Don could see the look in my eye and answered my unasked question. First he said that I wore him out the other day, and as much as he would like to play with me some more he needed to rest. The second thing was that it was Sunday night, and he had to take me home. When he saw the bewildered look on my face he said that without windows, or a clock, or any other of the many ways we keep track of time, it was possible to loose hours down here. And he also told me I slept alot after our time together!
Don said he would take me home now, and I asked him to take me to Ken&amp;rsquo;s instead. I followed him into the elevator and with the turn of a key the door behind us closed and another opened in front of us both symbolically, and literally. He walked toward his Aston Martin and opened the passenger side door for me. Inside I found his black trench coat so I could cover myself up. The cotton shift I was wearing was thin and inappropriate for public, and besides it was raining heavily at the time. The leather seats felt cold on my naked ass, but I loved the car.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Reporter in Peril</title><link>/stories/2010/11/06/reporter-in-peril/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/11/06/reporter-in-peril/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The South American dictator was in a rage at even that title, given to him by the U.S. newspaper critical of his administration. Did he not win re-election for life by a one hundred percent margin, he asked himself?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This reporter, Nina O, was well informed, so much so she had to have inside sources in the presidential palace. And others as well, and he wanted to know who they were.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Haunted Factory</title><link>/stories/2010/10/30/the-haunted-factory/</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/10/30/the-haunted-factory/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Halloween Special 2010 Tale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was the end of August and summer was ending, but that was when the real fun had started for Kris, who owned an old factory in the bad part of town. The city offered her a deal of no property taxes until she could find new people to rent or buy the factory she had inherited. The tax board figured correctly that she couldn&amp;rsquo;t afford the taxes, and if they forced her to demo the building, it would turn into a Superfund site and use up millions in tax money. If that happened, those jobs had a less than zero chance of returning to the community. The local thugs left the place alone, possibly because there was a rumor that the place was haunted, a rumor that Kris perpetuated. As a result the place looked much the same as when her relatives made whatever mechanical things the factory was known for.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bondage Barbie Deluxe</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/bondage-barbie-deluxe/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/bondage-barbie-deluxe/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Several years ago I got talked into a kind of modeling job for one of the owners of the company I work for. I had never even met the man, but his nephew was present at my one and only gangbang, as I was briefly dressed as Ken&amp;rsquo;s favorite Barbie doll. I was given to Ken as a birthday present by my boyfriend to cheer him up, (see &lt;a href="https://boundstories.net/storiesek/kens_birthday_gift.html"&gt;Ken&amp;rsquo;s Birthday Gift&lt;/a&gt;). Apparently Don, the company owner, was so impressed with his nephews recount of his experience, that he had to have a Barbie of his own.
Don, the company owner had contacted Ken, because he was the only one besides my now husband who knew that I was the Barbie persona at his birthday party. It&amp;rsquo;s a complicated story how Ken became the man who was my primary lover, and a very good one, and how my husband became like our pet dog when we played. We don&amp;rsquo;t feel guilty because hubby likes being our dog, and we only feed him the best dog food. Ken even built him a three foot high dog run around the old dog house at Ken&amp;rsquo;s cabin. Ken built the dog run so that we could lock our pet dog outside with food and water if we wanted to go out for awhile.
Don was insistent and Ken suggested that he tell Don that I was an expensive present, and that he would make up some crazy price for the weekend. Ken was certain Don would choke at some price, and that would spare him from telling the intimidating man no. In all fairness to Ken, I thought it was the best plan at the time also!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The South American Expedition</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-south-american-expedition/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-south-american-expedition/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The university funded the expedition, as it does every year, searching for things that doctoral candidate professors can write about. This year the team was looking for long lost ruins using a new technique that searched for anomalous green areas as seen on satellite photos,enhanced by the leaching limestone used in their construction. There were several professors and students on the trip, and guides to help with local customs, and the department chairwoman Dr. Rachel Stone, to babysit.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The South American Expedition 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-south-american-expedition-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-south-american-expedition-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="southamerican_expedition.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The South American Expedition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It had been months since Dr. Rachel Stone had been bitten and nearly killed in South America. She was back at the university and for the most part physically over her ordeal, but she had a new outlook on life and felt a debt to the guides and their village for saving her life. Without them, she would certainly be dead, and all the thanks in the world just weren&amp;rsquo;t enough for her. She had corresponded with two of the guides several times and asked if there was anything they needed for their village, and each time the answer was &amp;ldquo;no&amp;rdquo;. The last time she wrote she tried to explain she felt the need to do something for them in repayment for their saving her life. The guide explained that they had a mostly simple life, and that they liked it that way, and technology was not exactly embraced by the chief.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The South American Expedition 3</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-south-american-expedition-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-south-american-expedition-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="southamerican_expedition2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The South American Expedition 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the evening Dr. Stone was introduced to the whole tribe formally at a bonfire, and all of her clothes and personnel things were burned in that same fire. She was told it would be easier for her to assimilate their culture if there were no return path possible for her to the one she knew. The fire was symbolic, but she could see the logic behind it. She had no choice in the matter in any event as she was still bound, and naked, and deep into an unfamiliar jungle. The chief put a necklace around her neck made out of small bones, and fastened it in a manner that made it unlikely to ever fall off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>