<?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>F-Mm on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/f-mm/</link><description>Recent content in F-Mm on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/f-mm/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Jungle Fever</title><link>/stories/2018/06/06/jungle-fever/</link><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/06/06/jungle-fever/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two young men go in search of a legend but she finds them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Before this adventure begins keep this simple fact in mind. Sometimes when you go in search of legends they find you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No one knew how the story began. All anyone could agree on was it had appeared somewhere on the internet and caught fire. Soon everyone was talking about her. Eventually the story became accepted as an urban legend. The Jungle Woman of Kauai. That’s what they called her. Not that anyone had ever actually even seen her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>From Top to Bottom 14: Role Play and Back to School</title><link>/stories/2016/11/09/from-top-to-bottom-14-role-play-and-back-to-school/</link><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/11/09/from-top-to-bottom-14-role-play-and-back-to-school/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="fromtoptobottom13.html"&gt;part 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After many stories relating to rubber fetish and associated themes I have decided that, at least for now, this is my last, and for that I wanted to write something very different, and challenging for me So this is a gay rubber story, something I have never tried before. Whether or not it “works” and has credibility is entirely up to the reader, although I have to say I did quite enjoy writing it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>From Top to Bottom 15: More Schoolgirl Japes</title><link>/stories/2016/11/09/from-top-to-bottom-15-more-schoolgirl-japes/</link><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/11/09/from-top-to-bottom-15-more-schoolgirl-japes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="fromtoptobottom14.html"&gt;part 14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After writing many stories relating to rubber fetish, bondage and associated themes I have decided that, at least for now, this is my last, and for that I wanted to write something very different and challenging for me. So this is a gay rubber story, something I have never tried before. There is some femdom, maledom and feminisation as well, but it is predominantly a gay rubber tale. Whether or not it “works” and has credibility is entirely up to the reader, although I have to say I did quite enjoy writing it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Boys to Toys</title><link>/stories/2014/02/01/boys-to-toys/</link><pubDate>Sat, 01 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/02/01/boys-to-toys/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What do you think she is going to do to us,” Marcus asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I don’t know Marcus! I just don’t know! I still don’t know what the hell she put in our drinks and at that, how the hell did she get us in this dark ass room without any help? Besides answering those questions, what the fuck did she do to our clothes,” Chris asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Marcus and Chris had spent all of last night at a nearby house party held by one of their classmates. At the party was a woman name Crystal Lewis. Crystal wasn’t really known to socialize with her peers much. At the same time, she would keep to herself thanks to all that people had said about her. She would often be made fun of and excluded from many activities. Interesting enough, you would expect such treatment while on a high school campus – but this is college.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sealed, Constrained, Recycled 16: Descent into Torment</title><link>/stories/2012/12/13/sealed-constrained-recycled-16-descent-into-torment/</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/12/13/sealed-constrained-recycled-16-descent-into-torment/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="sealedconstrainedrecycled15.html"&gt;chapter 15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 16: Descent into Torment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the morning after a good night’s sleep between latex sheets within his cell the slave reported to the Mistress after showing obsequence to her by kneeing and placing his helmeted head on her rubber booted foot.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Mistress, the subject is progressing well, in the last 24 hours there has been little physical activity apart from that expected from the input of the programme and his response to it. It would seem that he is now deeply confused and has lost track of both time and where he is. The earlier struggles noted already on the trace where the subject fought against his containment have passed, as have any contact with the reality of his situation. The auditory input has been gradually increased over the time he has been within the inflatable body bag to the point where it is now almost constant; both when he is asleep and conscious. It is clear that he now has accepted the messages contained within the programme believing that they are his own thoughts. In 6 hours he can be moved to the floatation tank and the second part of the programme begun.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sealed, Constrained, Recycled 17: The New Regime</title><link>/stories/2012/12/13/sealed-constrained-recycled-17-the-new-regime/</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/12/13/sealed-constrained-recycled-17-the-new-regime/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="sealedconstrainedrecycled16.html"&gt;chapter 16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 17: The New Regime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Right slave I believe it’s time to release my slave”. This was not a question rather a rhetorical statement. The slave fearful of any perceived challenge from him acquiesced to the statement and deferentially replied,” Of course Mistress, at once”.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“We shall need to sedate my slave before releasing him. Then we can load him onto the trolley and return him to his cell where he can gradually come to. Your Master has told me that my slave will have no recall as to what has happened to him over the last 11 days; they will just not exist in his conscious mind, the conditioning will be total; he will be a completely re-educated slave.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sealed, Constrained, Recycled 15: The Dreaded Tube</title><link>/stories/2012/12/02/sealed-constrained-recycled-15-the-dreaded-tube/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/12/02/sealed-constrained-recycled-15-the-dreaded-tube/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="sealedconstrainedrecycled14.html"&gt;chapter 14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 15: The Dreaded Tube&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Floatation chamber arrived the following morning along with the slave who would be responsible for the installation, maintenance and running of the complex computer programme. He would also be giving the Mistress full debrief each period as to the computer programme and how the slave undergoing the full programme was faring. She was, for her part, looking forward to the experience of continuing the training of this slave and hoping to receive on the job training. She would otherwise be somewhat at a loss having no slave to train.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Strand out West</title><link>/stories/2011/12/20/strand-out-west/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/12/20/strand-out-west/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from
&lt;a href="../storiesad/anotherdatewithstrand.html"&gt;Another Date with Strand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Strand came out to visit me the summer after my trip east. Ostensibly we were going
to do some fishing. In actuality, if either of us got a line wet it would be a major surprise.
I met him at the Amtrak station twenty miles from my property, we claimed his luggage,
loaded it into my old GMC, and started up the two lane into the hills.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Weekend as a Rubberdoll Part 4: Changing Places</title><link>/stories/2011/04/23/my-weekend-as-a-rubberdoll-part-4-changing-places/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/04/23/my-weekend-as-a-rubberdoll-part-4-changing-places/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="myweekend_rubberdoll3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Weekend as a Rubberdoll Part 3: Party Decoration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: Changing Places&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She’d removed all the fetish gear from the latex doll that was in the display cabinet. Now she was going to put her plan in action, she’d been thinking of doing this all night, especially when she first spotted the doll inside the cabinet, a fetishist dream come true. The corset, collar and boots covering the latex catsuit would be many peoples dreams and fantasies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Rubber Baroness 6</title><link>/stories/2009/09/20/the-rubber-baroness-6/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/09/20/the-rubber-baroness-6/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="rubber_baroness5.html"&gt;part five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Six&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next few days were puzzling to Alice. Doctors Ernstmeyer were in
meetings with the Baroness, and she was on the phone for several hours talking
to people.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alice was feeling a little left out. The Baroness hadn&amp;rsquo;t been to bed
regularly, and when she did, she was too tired for sex. Alice had come to expect
hot and heavy rubber lovemaking from the Baroness and was disappointed when all
that she could do was to use the extensive collection of dildos and vibrators.
It just wasn&amp;rsquo;t the same.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Salon Fantasy</title><link>/stories/2009/08/09/the-salon-fantasy/</link><pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/08/09/the-salon-fantasy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had just landed a job as a programmer in Denver. I needed a place to
stay pretty quick and I saw one that was low rent, in a nice area. I
quickly phoned the number listed, and talked to the person renting the
apartment, his name was Dan. He then invited me over to see the place;
he seemed like a nice guy so I wasn&amp;rsquo;t too scared that he was a mass
murderer of freak of somewhat. After getting to his place I quickly
fell in love with the apartment, spacious, nice furniture, great
atmosphere, and of course low rent. So I signed the tenant agreement
and moved in that day.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Taking Turns</title><link>/stories/2006/10/26/taking-turns/</link><pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/10/26/taking-turns/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Based on an idea from Hypercat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Don’t you remember?  I told you only
last week.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Justin’s brain floundered.  He was
turned on by Brianna’s dazzling smile, her hard shapely body, and revealing
clothes.  His penis was struggling unsuccessfully to rise.  He was so incredibly
frustrated he found it almost impossible to find suitable words.  “No, I’m sorry
it must have slipped my mind.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“You know, Water.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What about water?”  Justin tied to
concentrate on Brianna’s face and not look at her hard nipples showing
prominently through her thin top.  No wonder Kevin had chatted her up, she was
absolutely gorgeous.  He must have been successful, she seemed eager to talk to
him, to get him to do something.  If only he could figure it out.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Beauty &amp; the Beast</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/beauty-the-beast/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/beauty-the-beast/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="beauty_beast.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;_&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;
(click here for &lt;a href="beauty_beast.html"&gt;Part
One&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One minute I was pinned in Jack�s arms while Milord dripped wax on my
hard nipples and twin dildoes thrust inside me. The next I was free, standing halfway across the room. And the Beast was
kneeling in front of a tall, redheaded woman I�d never seen before. He
was naked, and I saw with a shock that thick, silver chains bound his arms
behind his back, wrists lashed to elbows.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Late Night Library Fantasy</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/late-night-library-fantasy/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/late-night-library-fantasy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img loading="lazy" src="latenightlibraryfantasy/image001.jpg"&gt;
It all started with my late-night visits to Liverpool Central Library. I use the place at least once a week as I’m studying as a mature student. My preferred time is late, usually after midnight. It’s the best time to go as it’s pretty quiet &amp;amp; you be sure that the only other users are serious geeks who, like myself try to avoid being disturbed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyway, back to my fantasy…..&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Consultants 3.11</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-consultants-3.11/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-consultants-3.11/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="consultants2b.html"&gt;part 2b&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Chapter 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;His first week as Charlotte Graham, computer consultant, passed in a blur. Monday morning Charles had spent two hours, ostensibly in getting ready but also to a very large extent in screwing up his courage. Leslie had fussed around in what seemed an uncharacteristic manner, helped Charles with his makeup and then insisted on driving him round to the office.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Just to make sure I don’t do a runner,” Charles had mordantly thought.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Walk in the Evening</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/walk-in-the-evening/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/walk-in-the-evening/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a warm evening in summer. As usual I took a little walk through the nearby forest just to relax a bit and free my head from all the stressful thoughts of the day. I walked along a narrow path which would lead me to a small lake. It was the perfect place to enjoy nature. But this walk shouldn’t be like the others…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I soon heard a light sound. It was not a sound which you would hear in a forest but I could not really identify it. So I went to look what was causing it. What I saw was pretty unexpected.
There were two people who I knew. The first one was a girl named Julia. I had known her since high school she was a year younger than I. She is a bit small but well endowed. She had wavy long brown hair and full lips. Her eyes were dark blue like the ocean. We used to talk a lot in school and also visit each other at home but now our friendship was a bit flat because I had to learn a lot now that I’m at the university.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>