<?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>Sirbor on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/sirbor/</link><description>Recent content in Sirbor on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/sirbor/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Service in His Name</title><link>/stories/2009/05/14/service-in-his-name/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/05/14/service-in-his-name/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The leather of the seat was cold against her bare skin. Besides her ever present collar, the only clothing Penny wore was her PVC raincoat. The coat came to mid-thigh when she stood and was able to cover her ass but early in their relationship Tom had taken a page from “The Story of O” and had forbidden her to have any covering between her skin and what she sat on.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Working at Club U</title><link>/stories/2009/03/05/working-at-club-u/</link><pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/03/05/working-at-club-u/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Author’s Note: I was inspired for this story idea by the story “Piss Boy” by Kittylee that I read in GaggedUtopia’s Archives. I would like to thank her for giving me this idea.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Since Master Greg moved in several months ago and had brought his slave girl Lilly, he and my Mistress/wife spent most of their time playing with her. I still had my household duties to perform but Mistress Alene was renting me out to her friends from the Femdom Club more and more. On Tuesday morning while I was serving them coffee dressed in my French Maid’s uniform Mistress Alene informed me that she had made arrangements for me to serve at Club U this weekend. One of her friends that I had worked for as a maid was a frequent patron of this Femdom themed club and had mentioned that they were always looking for new male and sissy subs to serve there.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Capture and Training Facility Part 4: Shemale Training</title><link>/stories/2008/12/29/capture-and-training-facility-part-4-shemale-training/</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/12/29/capture-and-training-facility-part-4-shemale-training/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continues from &lt;a href="capture_training_facility3.html"&gt;part three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: Shemale Training&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mistress Anya waited while her slave/maid finished polishing her black latex catsuit. Soon the job was finished and the latex gleamed with high gloss from her neck to her toes. Miko helped her mistress into her knee length high heeled boots and the uniform was complete. She walked over to the full length mirror to perform a final inspection. The mirror reflected the image of a tall blond-haired woman encased in shiny latex that fit her like a second skin. Around her waist was a heavy latex waist cincher, also in black. The deep red lipstick and heavily made up eyes completed the picture of a cruel latex mistress. Behind her, in the mirror, she could see her maid, also dressed in latex but in pink and white, her eyes cast submissively to the floor.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Capture and Training Facility Part 3: Becoming Lucy</title><link>/stories/2008/11/08/capture-and-training-facility-part-3-becoming-lucy/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Nov 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/11/08/capture-and-training-facility-part-3-becoming-lucy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continues from &lt;a href="capture_training_facility.html"&gt;part one &amp;amp; two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Becoming Lucy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tim and Bobi sat in the back of the town car chatting happily like school girls on the bus. It was an interesting analogy because they were on their way to school; a very special school. They had met at the boarding house that they were both staying at when they moved to the city. The boarding house catered to young gay men looking make a new life for themselves. Both boys were slight of build and neither one was more than 5’ 4” tall. Bobi, whose real name was Robert had found a boyfriend he referred to as Sir at a local gay bar. He had told his new friend Tim about the place and Tim had also found a man there. After several weeks of dating, both boys had moved out of the boarding house and in with their new partners.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Capture and Training Facility</title><link>/stories/2008/10/15/capture-and-training-facility/</link><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/10/15/capture-and-training-facility/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Caution: Part One of this story involves urophagia the consumption of urine&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prolog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My name is Tom but most of the people who come in contact with me call me Master. I run a unique facility here out in the country. I and my staff of sadists capture and train slaves for sale around the world. Some of the slaves we train are volunteers, they get in touch with me through several websites with chat rooms and if the conditions are right and I feel it’s safe we make the deal and they become slaves for life.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>