<?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>Legbinder on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/legbinder/</link><description>Recent content in Legbinder 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/legbinder/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Dominatrix Latex Genie Freed</title><link>/stories/2025/10/05/dominatrix-latex-genie-freed/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/05/dominatrix-latex-genie-freed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had taken a 30-day cruise around the Pacific then I took a repositioning trip with the ship going from Australia to California. That would take another 3 weeks and included stops at small islands that cruise ships do not normally visit. My story starts at one of these stops.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My name is Natille, Nat for short. I had just graduated college and was enjoying my graduation gift, the cruise, I had received from my family. They had all pitched in and bought it for me. When I was walking around the small island the ship was at, I came across an old lady having trouble unloading her car and carrying her groceries so I ran up and helped her. After making two trips upstairs with arms full of groceries, she thanked me and gave me a rubber ball about the size of a golf ball. The lady asked me to be as good to this as I was to her. I thanked her for the “gift” and left. I returned to the ship a few hours before we set sail so I took a nap so I could dance well into the night.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leon City Stories</title><link>/stories/2025/08/16/leon-city-stories/</link><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/16/leon-city-stories/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="32-normal-girl-falls-into-magical-traps"&gt;32: Normal Girl Falls Into Magical Traps&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Celine, I would like to remind you that I need assistance with the inventory in the attic,” said Chloe, tapping on a clipboard with blank lists. She was wearing athletic shoes and comfortable black leggings, as well as a white spandex shirt with the C&amp;amp;T logo on it. Her boss gave her a sideways glance as she was busy analyzing data and needed to concentrate.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Reality Television Star Continued</title><link>/stories/2024/04/03/reality-television-star-continued/</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/04/03/reality-television-star-continued/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-6-amanda-nights-nocturnal-nightmares-part-two-home-sweet-home"&gt;Chapter 6: Amanda Night’s Nocturnal Nightmares Part Two: Home Sweet Home&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Decades ago, a young teenager named Elise Norwood (later changed by her acting teacher and agent) was a mousy teenager and a burgeoning engineering genius. This wasn’t the typical route for a woman, but Elise continued to develop her genius in her solitary, secret pursuits. She read every book she could get her hands on and was likely more intelligent and skilled than most architects and builders around her small town. She viewed everything in life as a problem she could conquer with hard work and studious contemplation. Despite her gifts, Elise did not yearn to be a scientist for a living. No, her true passion lay in the static-filled old television set she was glued to while working on her projects. As impossible as it seemed to be a scientist for a young woman like herself, it seemed even more impossible to be like the glamorous stars of stage and screen. She enjoyed imagining what their lives were like. They were beloved and catered to, and everyone craved them. It was not the life that she was used to. However, Elise was convinced that everything was a system that could be conquered with the proper process, including acting and power. She began to formulate a plan to become everything she ever desired. And when she became a star, she could finally engage in the dark desires that haunted her dreams…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Parasitic Love</title><link>/stories/2022/03/18/parasitic-love/</link><pubDate>Fri, 18 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/03/18/parasitic-love/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-6---invasive-parasite"&gt;Chapter 6 - Invasive Parasite&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alli, your mother and sister are sooo nice!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know. Did you enjoy that little family dinner, Sky?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;A lot! I understand why you are so amazing now.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hehe. Yes. I was raised okay, I suppose.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was Friday night, and my lovely parasite and I slowly walked back from a small family dinner. I had a mother, a brother, and a sister. Since my brother worked overseas, it was just my mother and sister tonight. Skylar was very quiet during the whole evening as she didn&amp;rsquo;t want to cause any trouble around my family. Anyway, her desire to learn more about interpersonal relationships was greater than her desire to tease me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Punishment Routine</title><link>/stories/2019/02/23/punishment-routine/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/02/23/punishment-routine/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Unnngh! The only sound she can make as she raises her head out of the water again gasping around the huge ball gag she strapped tightly into her mouth. Annabelle questions herself as to why she did these things to herself wondering if this would be the last time she did anything. Her submissive side reminds her about how she flirted so blatantly with the cute guy at the grocery store even though she was never supposed to speak during her time locked up. She knew the rules when the chastity belt was locked she was only allowed to speak when spoken to and was never to look a man in the eye. Annabelle couldn’t help herself with the phalluses she had locked inside her two days before keeping her aroused reminding her with each step of her predicament making it so she couldn’t resist speaking to the large gorgeous man in front of her in the line.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Piece of Art</title><link>/stories/2016/11/05/a-piece-of-art/</link><pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/11/05/a-piece-of-art/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;They were sisters. They had to be sisters. That&amp;rsquo;s what she wanted. And she was used to getting exactly what she wanted. Money was never an issue. Her agents had been trucking them for a few months and when the time was right they made sure no one would search for them. The two sisters, 20 and 22 years old, were traveling to their aunt&amp;rsquo;s house in the countryside. Their car was found in a nearby lake, crashed. Car accident, drowned, no bodies found, was the official verdict after some financial &amp;ldquo;encouragement&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Long Weekend</title><link>/stories/2015/08/22/the-long-weekend/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/08/22/the-long-weekend/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Claire, a new girl I was dating was amazing, she was exactly the sort of girl I had been looking for, for years. Not stunning, but not ugly, not thin, but a good body, bumps in the right places and nice hips. Much more importantly, she was fun. We had met on a chat site about six months before. As this was the sort of anything goes chat sites we already knew a lot of personal details about each other.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Long Weekend</title><link>/stories/2015/08/22/the-long-weekend/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/08/22/the-long-weekend/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Claire, a new girl I was dating was amazing, she was exactly the sort of girl I had been looking for, for years. Not stunning, but not ugly, not thin, but a good body, bumps in the right places and nice hips. Much more importantly, she was fun. We had met on a chat site about six months before. As this was the sort of anything goes chat sites we already knew a lot of personal details about each other.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Long Weekend</title><link>/stories/2015/08/22/the-long-weekend/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/08/22/the-long-weekend/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Claire, a new girl I was dating was amazing, she was exactly the sort of girl I had been looking for, for years. Not stunning, but not ugly, not thin, but a good body, bumps in the right places and nice hips. Much more importantly, she was fun. We had met on a chat site about six months before. As this was the sort of anything goes chat sites we already knew a lot of personal details about each other.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Four Play 8: Acquisition, Transportation and Rubberisation</title><link>/stories/2015/07/24/four-play-8-acquisition-transportation-and-rubberisation/</link><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/07/24/four-play-8-acquisition-transportation-and-rubberisation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="fourplay7.html"&gt;part seven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 8: Acquisition, Transportation and Rubberisation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The week before the vacation began there was a lot of nervousness between Sophie and me. I think we both wanted to get it going. She spent some evenings out with her girlfriends, and I knew they were doing some shopping, no doubt spending a lot of money – our money – on latex for the guys, and probably other “equipment” too. It made me a little nervous as I knew Sophie had a very fertile imagination. But fair’s fair, we could have them for five days, and it was fair that they could have a crack at us for two but I had a feeling that they would learn a lot during their adventure, and it would rebound on us…..&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gabrielle's Gift</title><link>/stories/2009/06/02/gabrielles-gift/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/06/02/gabrielles-gift/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Gabrielle sat before her vanity doing her eye make up. She wore his favorite like he asked when he e-mailed her earlier in the day.
“I’ve got something for you. I’ll be over tonight. You know what to wear.”
What to wear were stockings, heels, g-string, and bra…all black. It was simple. It was elegant. And he loved to see her in it. Her whitish complexion looked good in contrast to the black material. Her proud breasts pushed out the bra (with a lee-tle help from a surgeon) and her nipples were just visible below the line of the cup. Her green eyes studied her reflection with relaxed experience as the eyeliner pencil traced ever so gently along her lower eyelids. She put the pencil down, studied her eyes, and when satisfied, picked up her makeup brush. She gave a couple of swipes on each cheek around her pert mouth and then stared at the image. Then at the brush.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lydia and Me 13</title><link>/stories/2005/08/09/lydia-and-me-13/</link><pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/08/09/lydia-and-me-13/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="lydia_and_me12.html"&gt;part 12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 13 - Trapped by Eros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The following is a work of fiction
involving adult themes.  If you aren’t interested in bondage and erotica,
please go elsewhere.  I should also point out that I’ve never been
to Eros boutique, I don’t know if they employ anyone name Margaret, and
that I’m creating the descriptions that followed from whole cloth. 
This story was originally started for a contest they sponsored, but wasn’t
completed in time for submission.  I will happily remove the references
to the store upon request.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lydia and Me 14</title><link>/stories/2005/08/09/lydia-and-me-14/</link><pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/08/09/lydia-and-me-14/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="lydia_and_me13.html"&gt;part 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 14 - What was that Tracking Number&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At the very least, the chair was
comfortable.  Well, that, and I knew that I wasn’t about to be sold
into slavery to some latex-loving dominatrix in Bermuda.  Or Braintree,
for that matter – I’d be unlikely to be lucky enough to land a prime tropical
local with my luck.  Other than that, I was beginning to phase out
of “enjoyment” and into “annoyance” as I sat in the back room, bound in
latex and waiting for my wife.  Probably, the booze was starting to
wear off a bit and the possible humiliation of being found this way by
a stranger – OK, another stranger, Margaret had already fulfilled that
part – was starting to gnaw at me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trapped by Eros</title><link>/stories/2005/06/05/trapped-by-eros/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Jun 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/06/05/trapped-by-eros/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The following is a work of fiction involving adult themes. If you aren’t
interested in bondage and erotica, please go elsewhere. I should also point
out that I’ve never been to Eros boutique, I don’t know if they employ
anyone name Margaret, and that I’m creating the descriptions that followed
from whole cloth. This story was originally started for a contest they
sponsored, but wasn’t completed in time for submission. I will happily
remove the references to the store upon request. &lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Warehouse</title><link>/stories/2003/07/10/the-warehouse/</link><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/07/10/the-warehouse/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Donna lifted the cup to take a sip of tea, and
discovered for the second time that it was empty. Shaking her head,
she placed it back into the cup holder and turned her attention back to
the warehouse. It was a block away and had been very hard to find.
Thinking back Donna questioned exactly why she was in this downtown district
at 3:00am on a Friday night. It started with the mystery file at
the office, the one that only the president of the company and a few others
were allowed to touch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Warehouse</title><link>/stories/2003/07/10/the-warehouse/</link><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/07/10/the-warehouse/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Donna lifted the cup to take a sip of tea, and
discovered for the second time that it was empty.  Shaking her head,
she placed it back into the cup holder and turned her attention back to
the warehouse.  It was a block away and had been very hard to find.
Thinking back Donna questioned exactly why she was in this downtown district
at 3:00am on a Friday night.  It started with the mystery file at
the office, the one that only the president of the company and a few others
were allowed to touch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jess in the Box</title><link>/stories/2002/11/04/jess-in-the-box/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Nov 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/11/04/jess-in-the-box/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was starting out to be a bad day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My girlfriend/slave Jess was sitting on a chair next to me with that
defiant glare of hers. I was looking at a credit card bill for $500. Now
it wasn’t the money I cared about but it was the audacity. Jess was supposed
to be a “slave” but she spent all her time topping from the bottom and
making my life miserable.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Number 11 - Part 4 Dollification</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/number-11-part-4-dollification/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/number-11-part-4-dollification/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="number11p3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 11 - Part 3 Maid&amp;rsquo;s Maiden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4 – Dollification.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Again it seemed that I would have to
wait ‘my turn’ as Master retired to bed with another dolly from his
collection, this was the doll dressed as a latex covered cop that I’d seen
Maria prepare before. He even used the handcuffs from the belt of her uniform to
bind the dolls hands behind her. It seemed strange that you’d tie up an
inanimate object like a doll, but then to others it would seem strange making
love to a plastic doll. My Master would be able to have any woman he chooses, he
seemed to have plenty of money, was well off and lived very luxuriously by what
I’d seen so far. I still didn’t know much about his life beyond the dolls,
what he did to afford his lifestyle, the frequent phone calls that he’d made
whilst I was waiting for him to use me last time seemed to indicate that he
worked for himself or ran some company. And then there was Maria, how many
people employed maids these days, only if you had some serious money behind you.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Robot</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-robot/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-robot/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jane had been given the machine by her company as a beta tester. Originally she had been told the small robot would do her daily household chores but would learn about her the longer it stayed with her and could perform almost any task. Jane really didn’t want to fool around with another autonomous vacuum cleaner, the last had been a real let down and she had to fill out those lengthy daily reports. She only agreed because she had been promised a bonus and told there would be no reporting necessary the machine downloaded nightly for that. She had not been told that the robot downloaded each completed task and what it learned each night wirelessly so everything she did or said to it would be monitored. Jane looked at the small unit and couldn’t see how something this small could do much but agreed and took the unit “U5” home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>