<?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>FFFF-F on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/ffff-f/</link><description>Recent content in FFFF-F on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/ffff-f/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Stern Manor</title><link>/stories/2007/06/14/stern-manor/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/06/14/stern-manor/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="number-seven"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number Seven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After the dominas had taken a five minute break and had another drink, they masked themselves again and returning to the cellar where they were met by Miko, who had now put the two fillies, still with the heavy rubber horses heads locked on, into their suspended rubber body bags for the night. Miko looked forward to more spirited reaction tomorrow. They now hung like chrysalis, suspended in double thick rubber bags a foot off the ground, arms and legs held in rigid sleeves and only their strange horse’s heads protruding from the bags, saliva continuing to dribble out of the mouths accompanied by the occasional low moan.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Stern Manor</title><link>/stories/2007/06/14/stern-manor/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/06/14/stern-manor/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="number-2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While the four dominas prepared for their next victim’s indoctrination number one quietly closed her door, and reflected. She was bright enough to realise she was in shock. She walked across the rubber tiles to a full-length mirror and surveyed herself. She gasped at the transformation. Protruding from her dark brown skin were shiny adornments. Her wrists and ankles were wrapped in finely scrolled steel cuffs; the locks barely visible and their rubber padding gently squeezed her limbs – a permanent reminder. She raised her hand and gently turned the nose ring through its grommet. Close up she could not see the seal in the ring. It rested on her upper lip – again a permanent reminder. Her neck seemed to be slowly adjusting, her breathing was easier and she could move her head a little better as the two small rubber cushions at her chin and shoulder were a bit looser.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Stern Manor</title><link>/stories/2007/06/14/stern-manor/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/06/14/stern-manor/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="number-1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Range Rover pulled up outside the large country house that was well hidden in expansive treed parkland. Privacy was paramount – there were electric gates, warning signs, CCTV cameras and high walls. To the outsider no one would know that a house was there, or what went on there. The beautiful woman who exited the car was met by three equally stunning women at the front door. This in itself was not strange, but what made it bizarre were their clothes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy's Revenge</title><link>/stories/2006/09/02/cindys-revenge/</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Sep 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/09/02/cindys-revenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Cindy’s Revenge is a sequel based on the characters used in &lt;a href="beauty_in_repose.html"&gt;Beauty
in Repose&lt;/a&gt; by Evil-Dolly&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;d known the day for Cindy&amp;rsquo;s burial was not that far away by the fact
her grave next to mine had now been fully dug out. The shiny scarlet coffin
prepared and her headstone, currently and conveniently covered by a drape had
been placed at the head of the shallow pit Harriet had dug to my left. Now
there would be four of us in there. Carrie, Jessica, myself. That’s
Charlotte by the way…glad I can still remember my name and then her. I&amp;rsquo;d
said before in a morbid sense I was looking forward to watch her swan into the
shed in her wedding gown looking so perfect&amp;hellip;like me. Be gently coaxed into
her coffin&amp;hellip;like me. Then suffer the awful shattering truth as the game was
played out to its bitter end&amp;hellip;like me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy's Revenge</title><link>/stories/2006/09/02/cindys-revenge/</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Sep 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/09/02/cindys-revenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Cindy’s Revenge is a sequel based on the characters used in &lt;a href="beauty_in_repose.html"&gt;Beauty
in Repose&lt;/a&gt; by Evil-Dolly&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;d known the day for Cindy&amp;rsquo;s burial was not that far away by the fact
her grave next to mine had now been fully dug out. The shiny scarlet coffin
prepared and her headstone, currently and conveniently covered by a drape had
been placed at the head of the shallow pit Harriet had dug to my left. Now
there would be four of us in there. Carrie, Jessica, myself. That’s
Charlotte by the way…glad I can still remember my name and then her. I&amp;rsquo;d
said before in a morbid sense I was looking forward to watch her swan into the
shed in her wedding gown looking so perfect&amp;hellip;like me. Be gently coaxed into
her coffin&amp;hellip;like me. Then suffer the awful shattering truth as the game was
played out to its bitter end&amp;hellip;like me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>