Cot on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Mr. Williams and the Collaborators

Sun, 09 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000

He had submitted many stories to Gromet’s Plaza under Anonymous in NYC.

After he finished his latest one titled “Mr. Williams Impersonates Harry Houdini” he felt a little disingenuous in that he had not actually experienced one iota of the turmoil that he had heaped upon his protagonists, and most certainly not one of his surprise endings.

Hoping to actually experience first-hand that which he had so easily dealt out, he began his own self-imposed ninety day stay at Nanny’s Adult Baby Care Facility. The very same one that he used so many times as a setting for his stories.

Mr. Williams Impersonates Harry Houdini

Wed, 14 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000

“I’d like to try another Houdini escape while taking a stroll in Central Park but this time restrained under normal street clothes.”

Mrs. Williams rolled her eyes and waited for the umpteenth installment of Escape 101, secretly wishing someday to abandon Harry Houdini to his own devises.

A ½ hour later his wife sat stunned as her husband returned total enclosed in a shiny black latex body suit from neck to foot with a small bon4 black transparent silicone penis cage peeking through the opening in his crotch.

Gotta Catch 'em All

Sat, 18 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000

It used to be so hard.

She used to have to head out to all the hot spots where all the young men congregated.

She would watch them, pick one out and follow him.

She used to have to wait till they were alone before she could chloroform them.

She used to have to make sure her car was nearby and running.

She used to have to worry that one day the police would catch her.

Sweet Dreams

Sun, 10 Apr 2005 00:00:00 +0000

“Beddybyes.” She said, striding purposefully into the room.

He sat up, with difficulty. After his capture in the morning he had been depilated fully - body, face and head, such that now his body was soft and pinky white. He had been enema’d and then pushed into this cot – a larger than normal baby’s cot. He looked down at himself again, hardly believing the sight. He was dressed in a shocking pink romper suit. It was long-sleeved, high-necked and fitted snugly around his hairless groin and backside. There were frills in brilliant white at his wrists, neck and the top of his thighs. There was single zip at the back and no other entry point.