<?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>Blinders on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/blinders/</link><description>Recent content in Blinders on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/blinders/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Detectives And The Dominatrix</title><link>/stories/2018/08/12/the-detectives-and-the-dominatrix/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/08/12/the-detectives-and-the-dominatrix/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continued from &lt;a href="detectivesandthedominatrix5.html"&gt;part five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 6: An Unmasking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emily sees his car disappear, and returns to the living room, and laughs. Ruby is sipping her wine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Well that could have been a bit embarrassing. Sorry it took so long, we had a great chat, you know, and Ruby, he misses you, he still feels very guilty. Yes, he was responsible for your near demise, and his too, but you two have to kiss and make up. I’ll leave it at that.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Detectives And The Dominatrix</title><link>/stories/2018/08/12/the-detectives-and-the-dominatrix/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/08/12/the-detectives-and-the-dominatrix/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continued from &lt;a href="detectivesandthedominatrix6.html"&gt;part six&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 7: The Full Equine Monty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So he returns to the patio, a little sheepishly, fully covered in olive green rubber jodhpurs, hoodie, gloves and tight rubber mask. He gasps, he actually gasps as he sees her. He’s only been gone 5 minutes, but seeing her, so completely helpless in gleaming tan rubber and leather, how can she do this to him? She is not just calm but assured, under the mask he sees her grin.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Detectives And The Dominatrix</title><link>/stories/2018/08/12/the-detectives-and-the-dominatrix/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/08/12/the-detectives-and-the-dominatrix/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continued from &lt;a href="detectivesandthedominatrix7.html"&gt;part seven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 8: A Stunning Stallion Under Complete Control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Everything is going very well. She is now sitting in the buggy and looking forward to the firm muscled buttocks jiggling under their rubber skin. The tail, Carol’s stunning blonde/grey hair, swishing, the hoof boots trotting along, not too fast though, nice and easy. The stallion, her lover, is doing well; she has hardly used the reins. They have been going now for perhaps an hour, walking at first, and then a very slow jog. Finely tuned, muscled thighs pump up and down, his head is held high by the collar and harness. He’s done well with the reins and bit, more obedient than she thought he might be.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>