<?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>Babydoll on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/babydoll/</link><description>Recent content in Babydoll on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/babydoll/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Professionals</title><link>/stories/2014/03/09/the-professionals/</link><pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/03/09/the-professionals/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="professionals4.html"&gt;chapter 9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-10"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was obvious that Leslie had been in cahoots with Fräulein Peitsche for months planning this visit and already had a pretty good working knowledge of the place as well as what she had in store for the other three. Thus, she led the way out of the hall and across the courtyard and made her way unerringly to a stable block on the side opposite the main building.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Special Delivery 6: And So To Bed</title><link>/stories/2006/03/09/special-delivery-6-and-so-to-bed/</link><pubDate>Thu, 09 Mar 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/03/09/special-delivery-6-and-so-to-bed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="special_delivery5.html"&gt;part 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 6: And So To Bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As she lay back in the bath, she reflected on the day. It had gone well,
and she had gained more of his confidence. Yes, she had been bridled and
bitted and then blown up in a rubber ball, but somehow she had not found
it so terrible. She had genuinely enjoyed the sensation of being a pony,
feeling the commands of the reins through her bit and trusting him as she
ran, completely blind. Even the rubber ball was not so terrible, she trusted
him that he would release her and after the initial nerves, she drifted
off, almost as if in the womb. These feelings on the one hand worried her,
and on the other quite excited her. She was smart enough to analyse the
fact that she was not now the woman she once was, or would ever be again.
She was more attuned to her sexuality, and certainly much more adventurous.
He had opened up something within her and like Pandora’s box it couldn’t
be put back.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Free Sex Week</title><link>/stories/2003/12/28/free-sex-week/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/12/28/free-sex-week/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;He was on a two week holiday. He had stayed at a cheap motel just
outside the city limits. When he went out to his car, he found a flyer
on the window for a local brothel a few miles down the road. It was
early. He had no real plans. He was a little horny, so why not, he
thought to himself. It would be a good way to get the holiday going.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>