<?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>Rubber Ballet on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/rubber-ballet/</link><description>Recent content in Rubber Ballet on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/rubber-ballet/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Mouth Full</title><link>/stories/2010/02/04/a-mouth-full/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/02/04/a-mouth-full/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Jackie&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mmmmmm&amp;rdquo; Mumbled Jackie.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;JACKIE !&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Suzie pulled her hand away from Jackie&amp;rsquo;s wet, throbbing pussy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Arrgghhhhhhh.&amp;rdquo; Screamed Jackie. &amp;ldquo;I was about to cum !&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, and you were ignoring me&amp;rdquo; retorted Suzie.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jackie fidgeted in her latex straight jacket, trying in vain to release a hand so she could bring herself to climax. It was, however, a futile exercise. The latex straight jacket was made from very thick latex, and the straps holding her arms in place were tied off very securely.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Experiment</title><link>/stories/2009/11/23/the-experiment/</link><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/11/23/the-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Anna woke and glanced over to her clock. &amp;ldquo;Mon 07:06&amp;rdquo; the glowing red lights said. She then glanced down from the clock back along the line of the bed and saw the suitcase on the floor. She closed her eyes for a few more minutes and smiled to herself. Holiday. She&amp;rsquo;d been looking forward to this for a while, and she was going to savour every possible moment.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next time she looked at the clock it said &amp;ldquo;Mon 07:40&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Check-up</title><link>/stories/2009/08/23/check-up/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/08/23/check-up/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Susan &amp;amp; Jackie walked up to the reception desk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Jackie Webb to see the doctor at one o&amp;rsquo;clock&amp;rdquo;, said Susan, to the slightly off-guard receptionist.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Err, yes. Take a seat. The doctor is running nearly 30 minutes late&amp;rdquo; replied the receptionist. She kept staring at Jackie, even though Susan was doing the talking.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s fine. We&amp;rsquo;re in no hurry&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Susan took Jackie&amp;rsquo;s hand and they turned towards the seating area. Susan glanced round, and saw two empty seats next to each other in the corner.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Check-up</title><link>/stories/2009/08/23/check-up/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/08/23/check-up/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Susan &amp;amp; Jackie walked up to the reception desk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Jackie Webb to see the doctor at one o&amp;rsquo;clock&amp;rdquo;, said Susan, to the slightly off-guard receptionist.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Err, yes. Take a seat. The doctor is running nearly 30 minutes late&amp;rdquo; replied the receptionist. She kept staring at Jackie, even though Susan was doing the talking.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s fine. We&amp;rsquo;re in no hurry&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Susan took Jackie&amp;rsquo;s hand and they turned towards the seating area. Susan glanced round, and saw two empty seats next to each other in the corner.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hobsons Choice</title><link>/stories/2009/07/01/hobsons-choice/</link><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/07/01/hobsons-choice/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Susan left the flat and headed for the bus stop for the last day of the week at the office. She looked like just the rest of the commuter crowd. Her stomach was rumbling. She hadn&amp;rsquo;t eaten much breakfast. She was saving herself for tonight.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The bus journey to work was it&amp;rsquo;s usual uneventful affair, apart from one man &amp;ldquo;accidently&amp;rdquo; touching her bum as he walked past. If she had been wearing her usual heals, she&amp;rsquo;d have &amp;ldquo;accidently&amp;rdquo; stabbed his foot. Today, however, she was wearing plain ballet flats. She was saving herself for tonight.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Watcher</title><link>/stories/2009/01/16/the-watcher/</link><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/01/16/the-watcher/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jackie and Suzzie were on the train heading back home. They&amp;rsquo;d spent the day in city. The theory was that they were going to look for somewhere new to live. It turned out that it was just another excuse for Suzzie to torment Jackie in public.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Suzzie had got Jackie to wear her latex underwear (in reality a transparent latex catsuit with open crotch), tight laced corset, large butt plug, remote controlled vibrator, black catsuit over the top (padlocked on), high heels (padlocked on) and then a simple black dress and tights over the top (just to preserve Jackie&amp;rsquo;s modesty)&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pavlov's Girl</title><link>/stories/2009/01/04/pavlovs-girl/</link><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/01/04/pavlovs-girl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jackie was dozing in bed. Suzzie was already up and pottering around the flat.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Time to get up.&amp;rdquo; said Suzzie. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve got a prezzie for you - but you&amp;rsquo;ll need to get dressed before hand&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jackie liked presents.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What do I need to wear ?&amp;rdquo; Jackied asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Your thick black catsuit at least. Plus, I think, you should have a butt plug as well. I&amp;rsquo;ve got them here, if you&amp;rsquo;re ready&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>At Home on the Sofa</title><link>/stories/2008/11/08/at-home-on-the-sofa/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Nov 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/11/08/at-home-on-the-sofa/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;NB. In the UK, &amp;ldquo;pumps&amp;rdquo; (or daps) usually means a simple canvas shoe. Think Keds more than Converse.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wakey wake&amp;rdquo;, came the cheery voice.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hmpf&amp;rdquo; came the not so cheery voice from under the duvet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Time to get up. I&amp;rsquo;ve got you a cup of coffee&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A head emerged from under the duvet. The eyes blinked hard, adjusting to the light. The blond hair not quite looking it&amp;rsquo;s best. A hand slowly followed, heading for the cup being help out.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>