<?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>Infantism on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/infantism/</link><description>Recent content in Infantism on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/infantism/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Where is Mr. Williams?</title><link>/stories/2018/09/08/where-is-mr.-williams/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/09/08/where-is-mr.-williams/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Has he left you for another woman?” her best friend asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Not hardly.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Well, where in the hell is he? I haven’t seen hide nor hair of him in three months.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“He’s off scratching an itch!” his wife responded.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“That must be some itch to need scratching for three months?” BFF incredulously remarked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“It was something he has been wanting to scratch ever since we first met and now he has the chance.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dolly Mommy</title><link>/stories/2017/10/19/dolly-mommy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/19/dolly-mommy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Now, I want to make sure I understand your request, Mr. Roberts&amp;hellip;” The contract consultant sat behind the desk going over the application again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’m sure you do.” The other man sat with his legs crossed, a confident look on his face. It was a face that indicated it was used to getting what it wanted. He wasn’t much older that the consultant, he thought to himself; it’s amazing how a job like his drained a person, made them tired, feel so old&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mr. Williams</title><link>/stories/2016/07/16/mr.-williams/</link><pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/16/mr.-williams/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Present Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yes Honey, your favorite black, leather, trench coat, cinched tight at the waist, is a sign that I’m going out tonight. Of course, without you, Nanny has already tucked you in for the night.  And besides…..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don’t have the keys to unlock the pink patent leather cuffs holding your wrists and ankles to the side bars on your crib. Moreover, Nanny has the only keys to remove your pacifier and chastity belt.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Life 5: A Day to Remember – The Second Day</title><link>/stories/2008/06/09/my-life-5-a-day-to-remember-the-second-day/</link><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/06/09/my-life-5-a-day-to-remember-the-second-day/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 5: A Day to Remember – The Second Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The morning came soon, and I was up with the lark, not wanting to miss all the opportunities I could have until 5 pm! I left her in bed as I showered and then slipped into a loose and comfortable pair of pyjamas with elasticised waist, wrists, neck and ankles, and oh yes an easily accessible crotch zip! She slept through all this but woke quickly as I helped her up, and out of the bag. She was a lovely shade of pink, with a gleaming sheen of perspiration. She looked at me and the way I was dressed but said nothing, I think her backside was still smarting a bit.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Special Delivery 6: And So To Bed</title><link>/stories/2006/03/09/special-delivery-6-and-so-to-bed/</link><pubDate>Thu, 09 Mar 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/03/09/special-delivery-6-and-so-to-bed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="special_delivery5.html"&gt;part 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 6: And So To Bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As she lay back in the bath, she reflected on the day. It had gone well,
and she had gained more of his confidence. Yes, she had been bridled and
bitted and then blown up in a rubber ball, but somehow she had not found
it so terrible. She had genuinely enjoyed the sensation of being a pony,
feeling the commands of the reins through her bit and trusting him as she
ran, completely blind. Even the rubber ball was not so terrible, she trusted
him that he would release her and after the initial nerves, she drifted
off, almost as if in the womb. These feelings on the one hand worried her,
and on the other quite excited her. She was smart enough to analyse the
fact that she was not now the woman she once was, or would ever be again.
She was more attuned to her sexuality, and certainly much more adventurous.
He had opened up something within her and like Pandora’s box it couldn’t
be put back.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Warning Unheeded</title><link>/stories/2006/01/05/a-warning-unheeded/</link><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/01/05/a-warning-unheeded/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Warning
Unheeded by Jennifer Sbm; F/m; bond; infantism; cons/reluct; X&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;sequel to &amp;lsquo;Out of the Frying Pan&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;CHAPTER 1&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;           
My wife Sally was a girl in a million. She knew that ever since I could
remember, my favourite fantasy was to be dressed up as a cute little baby girl
and then restrained in a cot or pushchair. And with her sense of humour and
slightly sadistic tendencies, she was more than happy to have fun by obliging
me, which usually meant considerable discomfort to me and fun to her. Let’s
face it, a sadist and a masochist is the perfect combination.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>In the Vice 4</title><link>/stories/2005/08/07/in-the-vice-4/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/08/07/in-the-vice-4/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;In the Vice by Rbbral&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kathy was happy to oblige. It was Dee who called her in the late morning
and Kathy smiled to herself when Dee asked her if anything else was “on”.
Kathy had Anna in the background, waiting. At very short notice Dee could
be “prepared” for Anna. Dee now had that familiar sense of excitement,
she realised she was less nervous now, but more excited. Kathy told her
to come over.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>