Lucifer in Latex on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Time for a Change

Sun, 18 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Oh, how she regretted the night she ever went to the Club. Her life now was certainly a change to what it had been before. It was not one she would probably have chosen again given her time over, but then again she might, she mused as another orgasm wracked her pinioned body.

Laura’s story began almost a year ago to the day. It had all began with dare, her little clique of friends had all challenged one another as to who could wear the most outrageous costume to the local young farmers club’s annual fancy dress party night. Laura was a bit of loaner; her group of friends had tolerated her since their school days, now all in the mid twenties, Laura would always be the one who always had to win at any cost. Since Laura’s parents had been killed in a horrific car crash some years back and she had been left a substantial inheritance, her resources for competing with the others in the group were almost boundless.

Dressing Mistress

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

It had been a long day of boring work, he was glad to get home, so the weekend could begin.

The light was blinking on the answer machine, 1 missed call.

He clicked the button; he knew it would be a call from her.

“Hello slave, the package has arrived! Come here now!”

He had arrived home later than usual that night; he would normally have been home to receive his Mistress’ command in person. He would be paying the penalty for this later, he felt sure of this.

Rubber in Waiting

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

My First Experimental Expeditions into Rubber.(1999) This is a true story that happened to me when I was a Student in shared accommodation. One of the other members in my shared house had decided to join the University canoe club, all the kit was provided, splash decks, wet suits, dry tops, dry suits. To me at that time a budding but poor rubberist, this looked like an excellent opportunity to try the rubber life style for free. Now, this guy was a “Jack the Lad” and so was never around most nights. So I had ample opportunities to sneak in to his room and borrow his gear.