Cape on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Punished Crossdresser

Sun, 26 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000

“Mmmppphhh.”

My Mistress Veronica stands before me in her garage. She has dressed me in a short black leather mini skirt, pretty ruffle blouse, fishnet stockings and very sexy noticeable 5 inch red high heels. I’m awaiting punishment and I fear I will not like it.

She enters the garage holding a few other items. “Sissy Tiffi, you embarrassed me the other night at my party. There you were looking so pretty in your pink satin French maid outfit and my dear friend Mr Jensan was intrigued by you. When you refused to go with the nice 70 year old man to his basement that was a slap to my face. He only wanted to show you his rope collection. Now you will face punishment.”

Rubbery Sunny Friday

Tue, 15 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000

This is the true account of what happened last Friday

Friday, August the 4th, was one of the hottest day of the year. In an already warm summer, temperatures rised to a sky-high, for the Region, 38 °C. Have no idea how much is in Fahrenheit for the US around… do the math by yourself…

But there was this urge in him. The need of rubber and selfbondage.

So, he loaded his car with a big bag full of his rubber gear and implements of pain. And he drove some 50 km on the highway, until he reached a rest and tank station where some restrooms would offer some space to change into his latex.

The Art of Silk Surrender 13

Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 12)

The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 13

I lay under the smooth, satin sheeting draped over my naked, hogtied body, and tried to isolate the voices I was hearing in the art studio around me. As I strained through the extra padding of the layers of cloth which were both gagging and blindfolding me, I found a hunger for any clue to the identities of the students, and realized that this moment was providing me more chances than ever before: there was actual talking in my presence! Usually, during the class time, the only voice speaking was Joanna’s as she directed the students to draw me or explore my helplessness before them. At times stern and commanding, at other times soft, nurturing and soothingly erotic, the force of her range of personality dominated my experience of sound completely, from the moment of the first tie until my release after the end of each session.

Four Play 4: More Games With Sophie

Thu, 18 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part three

Part 4: More Games With Sophie

Now that a decision had been made by the guys, Sophie and I could resume our tit-for-tat games and their consequences. At first I couldn’t believe how she had completely embraced it all; the dressing up, the role playing, the anticipation and the reward. She liked to play the dom but was equally comfortable in the role of sub. She was, in fact, ahead of me in her total acceptance, even love of it all. I knew within a short time that she would want to buy more latex clothing, for her to play out more roles, and to keep it all fresh.

Entering Rubber Society 9: The Evening of the First Day

Thu, 24 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part eight Part 9: The Evening of the First Day

Katherine minced her way across the pavement to the great glass doors of her building. They slid open silently and she stepped inside. The concierge, Dwayne, if she recalled, stepped smartly around her to summon the lift to her flat.

Dwayne had been waiting at the kerb when Richard’s sleek black conveyance pulled up. “Ms. Duane,” he had said as the auto-drive slid its door open and swiveled her seat out to gently deposit her onto the pavement, “your conveyance notified me you would be returning. Please allow me to escort you to your lift.”

Entering Rubber Society 8: The Ride

Wed, 16 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part seven Part 8: The Ride

Katherine sat back in the rubber padded seat of Richard’s personal conveyance, mulling over the events of the day. The auto-drive was whisking her home now, around midnight. “What a difference a day makes,” she thought. “I woke up this morning a comfortably middle-class journalist, with a nice flat, a nice life, and no relationship.

“Now I am a designated (or at least honorary) member of Rubber Society, I’ve – I have been clothed in several layers of latex, had some very interesting and erotic experiences, met a new man who seems to be attracted to me, and acquired a lovely live-in rubber maid who is very attracted to me. Not to mention having had some of the best sexual experiences in my life.”

The Tale of Tim & Carol Part 2 Chapter 3: Meeting Monica Again

Sun, 05 Feb 2012 00:00:00 +0000

continued from Chapter Two

PART TWO – CAROL FINISHES THE STORY

Chapter 3: Meeting Monica Again

I had left it a full month before I contacted Monica through her website. There hadn’t been a day that I hadn’t thought of her, the three weeks I had been with her, and particularly the last night. We arranged to meet in a local park in Oxford, as least local for me, for I still didn’t know where she lived. Just as with my first meeting with Ann, I was like a nervous 14 year old on her first date.

Frankie's Fable 1: Tea With Mother

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1: Tea With Mother

I am having tea with mother. I hate my mother. I didn’t used to but I do now, I have good reason and you will find out why.

Mother is the epitome of sang froid, the ultimate ice queen. She loves only one thing, money. Not family, not me certainly, nothing but money, and as far as she is concerned, you can never have enough. But now, today, maybe she has enough, even for her. She is celebrating the settling of her husband’s will, my father’s will. And it is supremely cruel of her to have me for tea on such a day. She is the sole beneficiary you see. It should have been me, was me really, but she took care of that, in another supremely cruel way, and this is my story.

The Art of Silk Surrender 12

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 11)

The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 12

My parents got home fine, and they, of course, fell in love with Aurora almost as quickly as I did. We were embraced as a couple as if we had been together for decades. It was such a comfortable family time, we both actually forgot what we had been through the past five days. The four of us had a fun, relaxing meal, and then took a quick, naked dip in the pool to take advantage of the last few remaining days of weather conducive to such things. At last, Aurora and I said our goodbyes and bundled our bags into the trunk of Sue’s car, and headed home.