<?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>Masks on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/masks/</link><description>Recent content in Masks on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/masks/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Summer at Pond Cove</title><link>/stories/2018/08/26/summer-at-pond-cove/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/08/26/summer-at-pond-cove/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Mistress Gloria decides to visit The Club.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Walter and holly are taken to The After Hours Social Club where they participate in a couple of very interesting contests.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a long story at over 9,000 words. The preparation in advance for the visit to the club involves some difficult, almost punishment, enemas, etc, but there is no scat play or anything like that. At the club walter is involved primarily in M/m sex. If any of that turns you off, you can catch the next chapter, Chapter 08, which will be, I hope, the last chapter of this saga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Flesh, Metal, Rubber</title><link>/stories/2017/09/12/flesh-metal-rubber/</link><pubDate>Tue, 12 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/12/flesh-metal-rubber/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;How long have these bothered you?&amp;rdquo; said the voice.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Since I was a child.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;But how long have they bothered you?&amp;rdquo; the voice insisted.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I just said-&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The voice interrupted him mid-sentence. It had done this nearly a half-dozen times. It was getting to be profoundly annoying. &amp;ldquo;How long?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He furrowed his brow. Eventually, Alen spoke. &amp;ldquo;Twenty years.&amp;rdquo; When there was a pause, he continued. &amp;ldquo;Twenty years and.. and I don&amp;rsquo;t know how many days. Since I was a child. It came and went. Sometimes I was perfectly normal. Other times it was unbearable. But for several years now, it&amp;rsquo;s been the same frustration and the same&amp;hellip; empty sensations.&amp;rdquo;&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>White Rubber &amp; Gas</title><link>/stories/2014/05/06/white-rubber-gas/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/05/06/white-rubber-gas/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Caroline lay still. Below her, the trolley&amp;rsquo;s wheels turned
almost without a
sound; above, the strip lights slid smoothly past, glowing whiter
than the
ceiling and walls, though the corridor was utterly clean. Dr
Beck marched
alongside, not in her usual neat shoes, but in the loose-fitting
short white
boots that were part of the uniform in an operating theatre.
She leaned into
Caroline&amp;rsquo;s view.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;How are you feeling?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m fine,&amp;rdquo; said Caroline bravely.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Society - Party Crashers</title><link>/stories/2014/04/15/the-society-party-crashers/</link><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/04/15/the-society-party-crashers/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Twin sisters in rural England crash the wrong party with very interesting, life-changing effects.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;The Society&amp;rdquo; stories are not a sequential series of stories but rather a collection of separate stories that are all set in the world inhabited by members of The Society. Each story or series stands on its own although they do rely somewhat on the history and traditions of The Society. You need not have read the other stories of this collection to understand this story.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Masked Adventures</title><link>/stories/2014/02/16/masked-adventures/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/02/16/masked-adventures/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A simple piece of thin plastic, the outside molded from her beautiful smiling face the inside molded over the same face but with a large ball gag inserted. It went from her hair line down below her chin and back to just in front of her ears, being hand painted to match her skin tone and lip color, it even had the small mole on her left cheek. An artist friend had made several for her, indulging her request even though he didn’t understand why she wanted them, each one showed a little different emotion with some being painted with sultry make up, dark lips and eyes, others were made more natural all were cut tightly around her crystal blue eyes and once she slipped the two narrow bands of elastic behind her head you would have to look very close to notice the masks.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>SaM's Place 5: Final Judgement</title><link>/stories/2014/01/14/sams-place-5-final-judgement/</link><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/01/14/sams-place-5-final-judgement/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="samsplace4.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SaM&amp;rsquo;s Place 4: Pledges and Revenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;_&lt;strong&gt;Warning&lt;/strong&gt; Chapter 13 contains scenes of a stage show involoving animals and sex, if you do not wish to read this then skip to chapter 14, &lt;a href="#ch14"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;em&gt;Part Five&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 13: Spring Break&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Another jurywoman stood. &amp;ldquo;For your ninth story, Evelyn, tell us of an experience where you ended up in trouble with the law for what you had done.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Evelyn laughed. &amp;ldquo;That takes me back to my college days again. I hope you don&amp;rsquo;t think that I am pre-occupied with reliving my college days of glory, but there were some really memorable moments back then. The delta girls and I had so much fun together. But I guess you want to hear the story, not some nostalgic remembrances.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rubber Madame 1: Altered Sleeping Arrangements</title><link>/stories/2012/07/22/rubber-madame-1-altered-sleeping-arrangements/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/07/22/rubber-madame-1-altered-sleeping-arrangements/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: Altered Sleeping Arrangements&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The voice of my Mistress startled me, &amp;ldquo;I have a birthday surprise in mind for you, little one.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was kneeling at her side while She continued to type away at her keyboard. She rarely spoke to me at all and when She did it was usually in the form of commands, reprimands or descriptions of future punishments. A &amp;lsquo;birthday surprise&amp;rsquo; frightened me at once: i wasn&amp;rsquo;t even sure She was familiar with the date, which was yet a couple of weeks away. She still wore her work clothes, a classic jacket, blouse and skirt and i had been gazing with frustrated longing at her black leather stilettos, their toes almost as sharp as the heels, and up her stockinged calves to the hem of her grey designer skirt. The obvious quality and style of her deportment always left a vague emptiness in my heart despite the thrilling joy of observing it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Fetish Party Night 3: Valentines</title><link>/stories/2010/06/21/fetish-party-night-3-valentines/</link><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/06/21/fetish-party-night-3-valentines/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="fetishpartynight2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fetish Party Night: Halloween&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part 3: Valentines&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Everyone loves Christmas, except when you are sick. Courtney was sick for the Christmas party, with the flu. I was asked to help set up then spent Christmas at home with my mistress. Everything looked awesome, but to not dash her holiday spirit I told her it looked average. She looked horrible and the doctors ordered her to stay in bed for a couple of weeks.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Selfbondage</title><link>/stories/2006/03/02/my-selfbondage/</link><pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/03/02/my-selfbondage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My
story is true. I am male and a
somewhat public figure. My wife
knows about what I do, but she does not approve or participate in any way.
It could be worse; she could disapprove outright.
However, she tolerates that I do it, as long as she can ignore it.
She would rather that I tell her when I do this, rather than hide
something from her. I think that
she recognizes that at least I am not cheating on her, other than with my
alter ego.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Librarian 2</title><link>/stories/2005/07/25/the-librarian-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/07/25/the-librarian-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continues from &lt;a href="the_librarian.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next morning, Marcie awoke slowly, still snuggling on his
suited chest and purring from all the bliss she had experienced the night
before. She listened to his strong, slow breaths as he slept. She couldn&amp;rsquo;t
help tracing a finger over one of his nipples as it poked through the second
skin of his suit and he moaned in his sleep. His cock twitched inside her.
She sighed and squeezed it with her pussy, waking it up and slowly bringing
it to life within her. Sleeve and all, she felt her still slick cuntal
muscles trembling around it, welcoming it to it&amp;rsquo;s new home and oozing pussy
juice to signal it&amp;rsquo;s love for his now thrumming, swelling member as she
inched her labial lips up and down an inch or two, gasping as she felt
her primal heat coming back into her waking body.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Librarian 3</title><link>/stories/2005/07/25/the-librarian-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/07/25/the-librarian-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continues from &lt;a href="the_librarian2.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;Lovely blue skys and the sounds of birds and wind greeted her eyes
as she opened them. She blinked a moment before she realized she was still
watching a fantasy hatched from her own mind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Trixxie. What time is it?” she moaned, finding her body unbound and
finally struggling into what felt like a sitting position.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;: it is currently 08:04:27 hours T-3. Subliminal training exercise
complete. I hope to interact with you again soon T-3. :&amp;gt; replied the computer
smoothly.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>