<?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>Infant on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/infant/</link><description>Recent content in Infant on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 21 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/infant/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Keeping Up With The Lennoxes</title><link>/stories/2023/05/21/keeping-up-with-the-lennoxes/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/05/21/keeping-up-with-the-lennoxes/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-7-an-electrifying-display"&gt;Chapter 7: An Electrifying Display&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The following day, Eleanor and Adrian planned a visit to a high-class art gallery owned by a close friend of Eleanor&amp;rsquo;s, named Isabella. She was an imposing woman with a short, angled bob that framed her alluring yet authoritative visage. A fellow fetishist and BDSM connoisseur, Isabella was organizing an exhibition that day, featuring a variety of artists who specialized in fetish art. The grand opening was just a few hours away.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Reality Kicks In</title><link>/stories/2014/12/30/reality-kicks-in/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/12/30/reality-kicks-in/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Shinyhood.
Start 19.12&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This really happened&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Three weeks ago I was a happy go lucky ordinary bloke who lived an ordinary life, worked hard, enjoyed a pint with my mates and secretly hid my fantasy life in the spare room of my ordinary home. One Saturday evening, having had a few beers, I got home, switched on my rubberpal and the little icon was flashing&amp;hellip; she had replied. I was immediately sceptical.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Rubber Baroness</title><link>/stories/2009/09/10/the-rubber-baroness/</link><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/09/10/the-rubber-baroness/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="rubber_baroness2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alice sat as still as possible in the rubber bag as it slightly swayed
from the ceiling. She had been trapped inside it for at least four days.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The force-feeding continued. Sleep was impossible, as the mush and liquid
came through the feeding/breathing tube at all hours. She was afraid to sleep
for fear that she could choke to death. The drug continued its work; her bowels
and bladder emptying without her ability to control them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>