<?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>Facial on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/facial/</link><description>Recent content in Facial 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/facial/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Caught By His Wife</title><link>/stories/2023/05/18/caught-by-his-wife/</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/05/18/caught-by-his-wife/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story took place about 5 years ago when I was 25. I had been seeing this guy I had met on Grindr and we were doing discreet meet ups at parking lots in the middle of the night where I&amp;rsquo;d give him head and he&amp;rsquo;d cum in my mouth and then we&amp;rsquo;d both leave.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So this had been going on for about 2 weeks and he asked if I wanted to come over to his house the following weekend. He said his roommate was going out of town and he would have the whole place to himself. I happily agreed. He had been sending me pics of all the bondage gear he had and I was so excited to be completely restrained and at his mercy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sissy Chronicles</title><link>/stories/2021/03/03/sissy-chronicles/</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/03/sissy-chronicles/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="22-sissification"&gt;2.2: Sissification&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-three"&gt;Chapter Three&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It did not take long for Eve Bartley to make up her mind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;An hour or so after Natalie performed fellatio on her husband by the swimming pool, Eve met with Dick to inform him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Natalie has to go,” Mrs. Bartley said as they sat in Dick’s office, the door locked. “I can’t tolerate this. It wasn’t just that she violated one of my biggest rules. She seemed to relish the drama surrounding it, the blowjob right in front of my face, and fighting with me.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trucebreaker</title><link>/stories/2019/11/14/trucebreaker/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Nov 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/11/14/trucebreaker/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;*= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Would you swear on your sister to make and keep a truce?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Five gangs come up with a unique way to create and enforce a truce. But what happens when someone breaks that truce and your sister is the one who will bear the brunt of the punishment needed to restore peace?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sleeping Beauty</title><link>/stories/2017/08/04/sleeping-beauty/</link><pubDate>Fri, 04 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/08/04/sleeping-beauty/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The muffled sounds of dirt hitting a wooden surface filled her ears. There was no light and she also couldn&amp;rsquo;t move. Her heartbeat got faster and faster. Could it be? Was he actually doing this to her? This was just thought as a very kinky game. A sexual play that should help him to get over his ex-girlfriend. Perhaps this action was the final act and then he was going to get her out so they can go home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sleeping Beauty</title><link>/stories/2017/08/04/sleeping-beauty/</link><pubDate>Fri, 04 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/08/04/sleeping-beauty/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;WARNING Do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; try this at home, the story is presented here as a &lt;strong&gt;fantasy only&lt;/strong&gt;,
to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The muffled sounds of dirt hitting a wooden surface filled her ears. There was no light and she also couldn&amp;rsquo;t move. Her heartbeat got faster and faster. Could it be? Was he actually doing this to her? This was just thought as a very kinky game. A sexual play that should help him to get over his ex-girlfriend. Perhaps this action was the final act and then he was going to get her out so they can go home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jessica’s Torment 5: Trial and Error</title><link>/stories/2017/07/29/jessicas-torment-5-trial-and-error/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/07/29/jessicas-torment-5-trial-and-error/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="jessicastorment4.html"&gt;part four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessica&amp;rsquo;s Torment 5: Trial and Error&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jessica pulled Angela’s legs up to her wrists and locked a short piece of chain on the chain between her ankles and the chain between her wrists. Angie was now hogtied in hard steel, her nipples painfully pinched and pressed between her weight and the mattress, and her mouth stuffed and silent. The only means of her escaping being set well out of reach on Jessica’s dresser.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mistress Latexa's Rubberdoll: The Clinic</title><link>/stories/2015/04/05/mistress-latexas-rubberdoll-the-clinic/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/04/05/mistress-latexas-rubberdoll-the-clinic/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Thank you to
Jane D&amp;rsquo;oh for sending the stories to me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: The Clinic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had been told by Mistress only that I required a regular check-up, to determine how my hormone treatments were progressing. Mistress had insisted that I be put on a massive regimen of oestrogen and progesterone to feminize me irreversibly and completely, and it had been nearly two years since that fateful first day of treatment. The changes began slowly; for the first couple of months I barely noticed them at all. I noted first that my skin became softer and smoother, supple and resilient in ways I had not experienced before. I noticed that my scent changed as well; previously, my male sweat had been salty, tangy and acrid, but now I found that it became sweeter and more fragrant, betraying my former gender.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Double or Nothing</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/double-or-nothing/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/double-or-nothing/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="double_nothing03.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;### Chapter 4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janice loved the sounds number 2 made through her gag. They were whimpers of soul-wrenching despair. Sweat glistened off of the blonde slave’s slender body as Janice ran her fingers over the flat of the girl’s stomach and up to her large breasts. The wires were still firmly attached to 2’s nipple clamps and Janice pulled at them briefly just to hear number 2 wail into her gag. Janice had no intention of unclamping them yet. She needed them in place for what she planned next.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>