<?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 3: Why on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/m88-3-why/</link><description>Recent content in M88 3: Why on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/m88-3-why/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Rubber Hell</title><link>/stories/2014/07/24/rubber-hell/</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/07/24/rubber-hell/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="rubberhell2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Still breathing heavily in the blackness of his bondage cell. James started to take in what had happened to him over the last couple of days. His dick was starting to turn the same colour as the rubber it was bound in. The pain shooting from his cock was causing him a dark pleasure. He was starting to love the rubber suit and total bondage. Jess had started to break his mind and body through her sadistic tactics. She was taking control of his whole life and more importantly his manhood. He knew he was in deep trouble and with each day that passed the punishment would only get worst.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>