<?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>Tightandshiny on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/tightandshiny/</link><description>Recent content in Tightandshiny on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/tightandshiny/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Reluctant Toy</title><link>/stories/2024/02/02/the-reluctant-toy/</link><pubDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/02/02/the-reluctant-toy/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="3-doll-delivery"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3: Doll Delivery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-12-packaged"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 12: Packaged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As the sunlight creeps onto its masked face, the doll awakens to the sight of Dr. Kitami sleeping, sharing the same rubber pillow. At some point, someone had tucked them in, as they were now completely enveloped by the thick rubber duvet. They were still bound together, arms intertwined, mouths simultaneously kissing and filled by the shared cock gag and harness still holding their crotches together, the doll&amp;rsquo;s cock, though flaccid, still inside the doctor. The doll feels both hot and cold, the layers of rubber causing pools of sweat to accumulate in its rubber suit and in puddles on the bed surrounding their bound bodies. It glances over to see Mistress already awake, drawing the rubber curtains around the bedframe. The doll struggles and moans, waking Dr. Kitami in the process. Her eyes initially show signs of panic and confusion that quickly give way to acceptance and perhaps even a bit of relief upon realizing the situation. The dolls cock twitches at the sight of her beautiful eyes but before things can go any further, Mistress speaks; “all right love birds, time to get cleaned up, you’ve got a very special day ahead.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Reluctant Toy</title><link>/stories/2023/05/14/the-reluctant-toy/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/05/14/the-reluctant-toy/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2-the-rubber-facility"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: The Rubber Facility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-7-sealed"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 7: Sealed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The doll lays alone in the dark room, still gagged, plugged and chained to the rubber bed. Sore from the ravages of the clientele, it thinks back to before it had lost its identity. It was only the night before when they had met in that dingy bar, it seemed like so long ago, another life even. As it begins to relax and try to nod off to sleep, the door opens with a jolt and in walk thing 1 and 2, one of whom is carrying a clear pvc bag, folded neatly in his arms. As they approach, A speaker springs to life with a crackle, followed by Mistress&amp;rsquo; s sultry voice. “you did very well on your first shift, but being a new toy and all, I think it’s only appropriate that you be stored in some nice plastic packaging”. As she speaks, the things unfasten the doll&amp;rsquo;s bindings, allowing it to lower its arms and close its legs.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Reluctant Toy</title><link>/stories/2023/03/11/the-reluctant-toy/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/03/11/the-reluctant-toy/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="prologue-reflection"&gt;Prologue: Reflection&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It sits alone in a dark room, on a bed adorned with rubber sheets, illuminated only by the red glow of the neon sign buzzing outside the window. It reflects on how it got to this point, how mistress had decided it was no longer deserving of being referred to as &amp;ldquo;him.&amp;rdquo; At a glance, one would have trouble even discerning whether it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a him. The head-to-toe black rubber, silicone breast inserts, thigh-length, glossy, high-heeled boots and cute, pink latex dress obfuscated it&amp;rsquo;s true&amp;hellip;or rather &lt;em&gt;previous&lt;/em&gt; nature. The only hint to its biological gender being a rubber-sheathed cock, throbbing beneath the ruffled skirt of its pink latex dress.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>