<?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>Rawn on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/rawn/</link><description>Recent content in Rawn on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/rawn/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Gail’s Saturday Morning</title><link>/stories/2010/05/25/gails-saturday-morning/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/05/25/gails-saturday-morning/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Part 2 added&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Gail gazed out her living room window watching as the cold drizzle fell from the grey blanket blocking the morning sun. “A good day to be inside” she thought. She stood coffee in hand trying to wipe the sleep from her mind. Still exhausted from another busy week. When she had finally made it home last night she just showered, pulled on her latex nightgown, curled up in front of her TV and watched the dribble called entertainment.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Appliance Repair</title><link>/stories/2010/02/18/appliance-repair/</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/02/18/appliance-repair/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sasha’s large brown eyes were rimmed with red, black streaks wound their way down her flushed cheeks. Her long dark brown hair splayed and matted across her face. Suddenly a knock at the door created a mixture of fear and relief and, it raced through her body. When she heard the key to the front door slide into the lock the fear took over. Not wanting to be found in her current vulnerable position she renewed her efforts to gain freedom.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>1950’s Night</title><link>/stories/2009/08/07/1950s-night/</link><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/08/07/1950s-night/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;An unfamiliar sound echoed down the quiet street, bouncing off the closed storefronts; the distinct rap of high heels on sidewalk cement. Quick short deliberate steps created by a smartly dressed woman in her mid twenties. The dark seams of her nylons quickly disappearing under the over the knee tight skirt-suit that showed clearly, her curvaceous body. From the pill box hat to the high gloss black patent high heels, she looked every part the modern 50’s woman.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gail's Night Out</title><link>/stories/2009/04/25/gails-night-out/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/04/25/gails-night-out/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hi to all whom have enjoyed my stories in the past. It has been a very long time since I have been able to submit anything. I hope this will meet your approval as well. It is a 2 part fantasy. I do not recommend any one try anything I have written. Most is probably impossible anyway but I feel I should make it clear just the same. My writing is fictional enjoyment only. Thank you&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gail’s Night Out</title><link>/stories/2009/04/25/gails-night-out/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/04/25/gails-night-out/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hi to all whom have enjoyed my stories in the past. It has been a very long time since I have been able to submit anything. I hope this will meet your approval as well. It is a 2 part fantasy. I do not recommend any one try anything I have written. Most is probably impossible anyway but I feel I should make it clear just the same. My writing is fictional enjoyment only. Thank you&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Janet's Latex Selfbondage</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/janets-latex-selfbondage/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/janets-latex-selfbondage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Janet&amp;rsquo;s Latex Selfbondage by Rawn
&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“ It never fails” Janet muttered as she took the last six stairs to
the second floor of the duplex 2 at a time.  The urgent electronic
bleating of the telephone had caught her half way up with a load of laundry
in her arms. She dumped the folded clothes on the bed and grabbed the receiver,
“ Hello” she panted.
“ Mrs. Dalton?” a male voice asked
“ Yes.  What can I do for you?”
“Mrs. Dalton, I am Perry Percival from Percival, Taylor and Kennedy. 
We are attorneys for the late Mrs. Winterbourne.  We are instructed
to tell you that you and your husband, Randy I believe; are to present
yourselves to our office on April 6, 1999 at ten AM for the reading of
her last will and testament.”
“ I’m sorry who is this? And who is this lady?” Janet looked at the
phone her blond eyebrows’ furrowing into a frown.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Janet's latex selfbondage2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/janets-latex-selfbondage2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/janets-latex-selfbondage2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Janet&amp;rsquo;s Latex Selfbondage - Part 2 by Rawn
&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was almost four in the morning by the time Janet finished freeing
her self.  With relief she removed the catheter from her urinary tract. 
That done, she set about cleaning and putting away the clothing she had
used during her interment of self-bondage.  Weary the little woman
realized she had been at it for nearly a full day but she was reluctant
to just flop down on the bed and sleep.  Instead she stepped into
the shower and rinsed off the sweat built up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Janet's latex selfbondage3</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/janets-latex-selfbondage3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/janets-latex-selfbondage3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Waking was a challenge for the imprisoned girl; she fought the sleep
from her head.  Hot and sweaty again the tiny blonde struggled to
free her self.  She knew she would have to take a break now from being
entirely covered in latex.  The heat build up inside the suits made
moving her arms difficult and she found it none to easy releasing herself
again from imprisonment.  Hooking a finger in the ring on the inside
of the straight jacket Janet worked it down.  Once freed from her
latex and leather cocoon she answered the call of nature and then showered.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Janet's latex selfbondage4</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/janets-latex-selfbondage4/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/janets-latex-selfbondage4/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Janet&amp;rsquo;s Latex Selfbondage - Part 3 by Rawn
&lt;strong&gt;Day 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When she awoke it was late morning, she felt rested and satisfied. 
She pulled on a latex nightgown and slipped into a pair of high heels. 
“Bathroom privileges first” she thought,  “Then breaky.”  Clicking
down the hallway Janet refreshed herself and headed for the kitchen. 
Along the way she collected the used tapes from the various VCRs, reloaded
them and reset the timers.  She also picked up her diary.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>