<?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>M88 2: Controlled on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/m88-2-controlled/</link><description>Recent content in M88 2: Controlled on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/m88-2-controlled/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Rubber Hell</title><link>/stories/2014/07/16/rubber-hell/</link><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/07/16/rubber-hell/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="rubberhell.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Controlled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Having somehow happened to have fallen asleep or more likely passed out from the torture. James woke up still completely covered in rubber and restrained to his bondage bed. His rubber suit was filled with sweat from the night before. His semen and blood had pooled and dried around his ass and over the padded bed. Breathing slowly through his nose the pain from last night was returning. Still taped and unable to move the fear of what may happen to him today filled his mind. How long would it take Jess to control him in both body and mind. His penis was pleading to be released from the metal chastity cage. Luckily the Viagra had passed through his system and his dick was not pressing against the cage any more.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>