<?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>MoonGlow on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/moonglow/</link><description>Recent content in MoonGlow on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 15 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/moonglow/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Rubber Country3</title><link>/stories/2002/07/15/the-rubber-country3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/07/15/the-rubber-country3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Feedback is VERY welcome. Tell me what you think.
This is fiction. Its just a fairy tale. A tale for adults who are openminded
for topics like sex, s&amp;amp;m, rubber and feet fetishes. If you are offended
by such things, DONT continue reading NOW. All others, enjoy and drop me
a line.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rubber Blackmail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sandra was still enjoying her quiet life without much troubles and
her new friendship with Chrissy, whom she first met at the fitness club.
Her job offered her very little challenge but there she could act out her
dominant side. She was in charge of some of the girls who had so little
money that they had to work as bondage performers. Those girls were put in plexiglas cases
which look very similar to telephone booths for public amusement. Inside
their booth they are dressed in different kinds of bondage or rubber gear.
Some booths even allowed interaction from the outside&amp;hellip; Sandra’s job was
to assign which girl had to go in which booth in which outfit. A well paid
job with very little work to do.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Rubber Country</title><link>/stories/2002/07/08/the-rubber-country/</link><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/07/08/the-rubber-country/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Feedback is VERY welcome. Tell me what you think.
This is fiction. Its just a fairy tale. A tale for adults who are openminded
for topics like sex, s&amp;amp;m, rubber and feet fetishes. If you are offended
by such things, DONT continue reading NOW. All others, enjoy and drop me
a line.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Background&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Before we begin our journey into to depths of
the rubber country, let us have a look at it. The country is located on
an remote island, unknown to the rest of the world. Immigrants are selected
from many applicants from all over the world. They are medical screened
and tested in their love for the latex fetish. Only those with a true desire
for rubber are granted living in the country. Immigrants are selected trice
as muny women as men.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Rubber Country2</title><link>/stories/2002/07/08/the-rubber-country2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/07/08/the-rubber-country2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Feedback is VERY welcome. Tell me what you think.
This is fiction. Its just a fairy tale. A tale for adults who are openminded
for topics like sex, s&amp;amp;m, rubber and feet fetishes. If you are offended
by such things, DONT continue reading NOW. All others, enjoy and drop me
a line.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rubber Lottery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sandra was beginning to get used to her “new life”. Since she had been
put into the fitness program, she had been lucky so far and didn’t have
to spend another day in the rubber incubator. (see story “&lt;a href="rubber_country01.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt; ”
for details) She really was making good progress and in a few weeks her
training would no longer be a duty. Since she first met Chrissy at the
fitness club they now had became friends.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>