Ozfet on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Ozfet on Gromet's Plaza Archive/authors/ozfet/Recent content in Ozfet on Gromet's Plaza ArchiveHugoen-usSat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000Written Request/stories/2006/10/02/written-request/Mon, 02 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2006/10/02/written-request/<p>You’ve asked for a written report on last Saturday. I sit here in an anxious and aroused state, staring at the screen, running the events through and getting intense visual and tactile sensations.</p> <p>My cock stirs with the images and I cup my newly discovered balls and rub the soft inside of my wrist and arm against the shaft, pushing in hard against the glans. A tiny, shiny, drop of pre cum beads from the eye of my twitching cock. I am having such sensations that I can only try and do justice to the four, five or however many hours I was in that fugue state. You were better than fantasy, a sincerity of purpose that transcended anything I could have imagined.</p>The Rubber House 2/stories/1/01/01/the-rubber-house-2/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/the-rubber-house-2/<p>* CHAPTER THREE</p> <p>After a luxurious hot shower one of the slaves threw me a towel and for the first time spoke.</p> <p>“Dry and talcum yourself fully, then put on this robe. Our Mistress will want to talk to you over a meal.”</p> <p>I was given a large floor length red rubber robe, with a voluminous hood, that went on like an oversize shirt. The feel of the slippery red latex over my body roused faint stirrings again. Leading me upstairs the two slaves took me into a small breakfast room where my new found Mistress was lounging on one of a pair of dark green rubber covered sofas, wearing a dark blue rubber robe similar to mine but with the addition of a belt. The matching green rubber curtains were half open showing the dark garden and distant street lights.</p>The Rubber House 3/stories/1/01/01/the-rubber-house-3/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/the-rubber-house-3/<p>CHAPTER FIVE</p> <p>“I have some more humiliation for you shortly, but you must be prepared properly first. Bend him over the examination table so we can start.”</p> <p>I was pulled roughly on my hobbled feet to the table and bent forward with my bound hands attached in front to the black rubber covered table my face was down smelling and pushing into the rubber, I squirmed forward against the rubber, pushing deeper.</p>The Rubber House 4/stories/1/01/01/the-rubber-house-4/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/the-rubber-house-4/<p>* THE RUBBER HOUSE CHAPTER SEVEN</p> <p>A black rubber blindfold was quickly slipped over my eyes and a rubber gag was forced into my mouth and fastened tightly at the back. My hands and feet were untied and I was pulled to my feet and my hands refastened behind. I could feel the two slaves’ white rubber covered bodies through my blue rubber as they led me upstairs.</p> <p>Stumbling blindfolded up two flights of stairs, I could only feel and hear the combined rubber swishing of my two guides as they held me close during the journey.</p>The Rubber House 5/stories/1/01/01/the-rubber-house-5/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/the-rubber-house-5/<p>* THE RUBBER HOUSE CHAPTER NINE</p> <p>I was swiftly rebound and blindfolded in rubber and taken away. The two rubber slaves gripped my bound arms with their rubber clad bodies pressed excitingly against me as we left the room, making me hard in my red rubber robe.</p> <p>As we made our way down to the dungeon they gripped my erect cock through the rubber and pushed their shiny bodies against me as they pushed and pulled me along the corridor and manoeuvred me down the stairs. All the while whispering what severe punishment and bondage I would undergo at our Mistress’ direction.</p>The Rubber House 6/stories/1/01/01/the-rubber-house-6/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/the-rubber-house-6/<p>* THE RUBBER HOUSE CHAPTER ELEVEN</p> <p>Struggling to their feet my two slaves unbound each other’s hands and then unfastened me from the frame.</p> <p>“That was one of the best scenes we’ve had. Four simultaneous orgasms! We’ll shower and change. As you are obviously going to join us, you should be shaved as we are. It will be our duty and pleasure to shave your body.”</p> <p>I could only nod my agreement, still shattered after that incredible experience. Never in my wildest fantasies had I dreamed of the scenario just finished. Had I really landed in rubber heaven?</p>The Rubber House 7/stories/1/01/01/the-rubber-house-7/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/the-rubber-house-7/<p>* THE RUBBER HOUSE CHAPTER THIRTEEN</p> <p>The rubber slaves crawled toward each other and fumbled at their bound hands. After what seemed forever, they got one set undone and quickly proceeded to unbuckle the myriad of red rubber straps confining their bodies and limbs. Finally they were able to move, removing the thick rubber gags they let out deep breaths.</p> <p>“That was amazing! We’ve never seen someone endure the cane that long or that hard. We came just watching you writhe in the rubber. The sound and the look of that beating! Our Mistress nearly lost control she was so turned on. Our next scenes will be incredible, all those things she wants to do but we don’t have the stamina. Let’s get you down and have a look at the damage, the bath will ease the aches.”</p>The Rubber House 8/stories/1/01/01/the-rubber-house-8/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/the-rubber-house-8/<p>* THE RUBBER HOUSE CHAPTER FIFTEEN</p> <p>Stumbling up the ramp to the outdoors, we three bound rubber slaves exited into the garden and were brought to a halt by our Mistress’ red rubber riding crop. We stood there gazing at our rubber clad Mistress through the thick lenses in our rubber hoods as a heavy rain fell.</p> <p>“A fine day for some outdoor chores, under all that rubber you must be as wet as if you were exposed to the rain. Well by the time your tasks are finished you’ll be wishing you could feel that cooling rain. Now to your chores.”</p>The Rubber House Pt1/stories/1/01/01/the-rubber-house-pt1/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/the-rubber-house-pt1/<p>CHAPTER ONE</p> <p>It was 7 o’clock on a wet Friday evening, the beginning of a long weekend. I rang the bell beside the pair of heavy wooden doors set in the high brick wall surrounding the large property set at the end of the cul de sac. I had answered an advertisement in a Rubber magazine for a Rubber slave. After being contacted by a woman who asked a great many questions as to how far I was prepared to go and how committed I was, the arrangements for this weekend had been made.</p>Written Request/stories/1/01/01/written-request/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/written-request/<p>You’ve asked for a written report on last Saturday. I sit here in an anxious and aroused state, staring at the screen, running the events through and getting intense visual and tactile sensations.</p> <p>My cock stirs with the images and I cup my newly discovered balls and rub the soft inside of my wrist and arm against the shaft, pushing in hard against the glans. A tiny, shiny, drop of pre cum beads from the eye of my twitching cock. I am having such sensations that I can only try and do justice to the four, five or however many hours I was in that fugue state. You were better than fantasy, a sincerity of purpose that transcended anything I could have imagined.</p>