<?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>Mff-F on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/mff-f/</link><description>Recent content in Mff-F on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/mff-f/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Detectives And The Dominatrix</title><link>/stories/2018/06/11/the-detectives-and-the-dominatrix/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/06/11/the-detectives-and-the-dominatrix/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continued from &lt;a href="detectivesandthedominatrix2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Is This Heaven?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Everything is black, but very calm, very quiet, there is no pain. He feels as if he’s floating. Who, what said that? Something wet is on his lips, he hears a voice, a familiar voice. Leave me alone, I’m comfortable like this. He feels a slap on his face, then another, really hard, and then a pump on his chest and then another, and air is pumped into him, sweet air. Stars are in front of his face, he coughs, wretches, coughs again, and rolls over on his side. Now the pain in his chest begins. He opens his eyes, where is he?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Right or Wrong</title><link>/stories/2017/10/21/right-or-wrong/</link><pubDate>Sat, 21 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/21/right-or-wrong/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Darius &amp;amp; Delores appear on a BDSM game show, Right or Wrong. When a couple just graduated from college and burdened with debt decide to appear on the BDSM-themed game show “Right or Wrong,” interesting things happen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“We can’t go on that show!” Delores Tucker exclaimed. “We don’t have the thousand dollar entry fee&amp;hellip; &amp;hellip; and what if we’re wrong!?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“We have at least that much coming in our income tax refund,” Darius replied in his most soothing voice. Then he added, “And we don’t have to go to the highest levels.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Contest</title><link>/stories/2017/05/07/the-contest/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/07/the-contest/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Entry from the S(A)X Leather Bondage Story competition 2005&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My company sent me to Australia to
negotiate a deal with Nicholas Ian, the CEO of Ian Enterprises. My boss had
enough confidence in my ability to let me any excess time as a working
vacation. It was fortunate for me that the company&amp;rsquo;s headquarters was
located in the same city as &lt;strong&gt;SAX Leather&amp;rsquo;s&lt;/strong&gt; main store. I use their
online catalog to purchase most of the special items in my bedroom closet.
After, I made my final offer to Mr. Ian this
morning, I decided to use the time to do some serious shopping, so, I headed
for SAX Leather. The saleswoman was extremely friendly and greeted me
just after I entered. She was very helpful describing how to use many of the
items I was interested in. I did not see them at first. Actually, it was Suzi,
the SAX Leather saleswoman, while helping fit the leather harness bra
and garter belt on me, over my white silk blouse and blue suede skirt, whopointed
them out to me.
&amp;ldquo;Those three are up to something,&amp;rdquo; she
said, glancing behind me at the trio of two girls and a guy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sara's Mannequin Suit 6: Sara's Diet</title><link>/stories/2016/09/03/saras-mannequin-suit-6-saras-diet/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/09/03/saras-mannequin-suit-6-saras-diet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="sarasmannequinsuit5.html"&gt;story continues from part five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 6: Sara&amp;rsquo;s Diet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sara stepped out of her car and pulled down her black leather skirt that had risen to expose most of her leg as she operated the stick shift of the vehicle.  She walked up the sidewalk to the front door absentmindedly smoothing her silk blouse while she walked.  It was late and the lights were off.  Her mind was on business, it was always on business, a list of things to do that never got any smaller.  The mannequin suit was a huge success by anyone&amp;rsquo;s standard and now three years after she first put it on her husband, she was the executive officer of a well-established company.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Discontinued Item</title><link>/stories/2016/07/28/discontinued-item/</link><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/28/discontinued-item/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Sequel to &lt;a href="../storiessz/surpriseinspection.html"&gt;Surprise Inspection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Come on in.” Marisa said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Look at you, evening gown. Nails. Hair.” Stacy said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“You look amazing. I thought you needed our help getting ready?” Kayla said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I do, for the game.” Marisa said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Now what?” Stacy said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Mission Impossible is Dean’s favorite movie. You’re going to help him live it.” Marisa said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“For the innocent one you’re becoming diabolical.” Stacy said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I learned from the best.” Marisa said.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Captured Cat 3: Equus</title><link>/stories/2015/04/15/the-captured-cat-3-equus/</link><pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/04/15/the-captured-cat-3-equus/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="capturedcat2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Equus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The car journey seems to take hours. Bumps and echoing scrapes in the latex prison of the sheeting and the body bag which cocoons you. Your eyes sealed in the rippling blackness. Your mouth filled by the sponge ball, your jaw aching as it is unnaturally stretched open. Panic rises on several occasions as drool pools in your open mouth and you have to concentrate hard to swallow and breathe through the glued heavy rubber nose tubes. You tried to part the hot plastic tape sealing your mouth but it was useless as your mouth was also completely encased by a second layer of rubber.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Captured Cat 2: The Procedure</title><link>/stories/2015/03/20/the-captured-cat-2-the-procedure/</link><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/03/20/the-captured-cat-2-the-procedure/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="capturedcat.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2: The Procedure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What the fuuuu-“ you stammer as you come round. The bright light of the dental lamp is shining in your eyes. You see the dentist and his black haired nurse standing beside you. Your head is swimming with the gas, the room still spinning. You are dimly aware of a numb pain in your mouth, an ache in your jaw and an itching pain in your backside. Your pussy feels moist and stretched.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Pet Story</title><link>/stories/2014/12/30/my-pet-story/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/12/30/my-pet-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I awoke this morning with a smile on my face. My pet was lying next to
me in the bed. It was awake. There was a vacant look on it&amp;rsquo;s face,
staring off into space. There was little it could do, since the chain
attached to it&amp;rsquo;s collar was keeping it there. And, with the arms
removed, there was little it could do to get out of the situation. I was smiling because life was so much better for me now since the
unexpected lottery win. But who would expect winning $185 million?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A is for Abduction</title><link>/stories/2013/07/17/a-is-for-abduction/</link><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jul 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/07/17/a-is-for-abduction/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jess closed her front door and walked to the underground car park to retrieve her car and begin her drive to work, she hated the routine of it all, why did everybody else have all the fun and adventure, why was she all alone, she sighed to herself as she beeped the alarm off and went to open the driver’s door. A black van had been parked outside Jess&amp;rsquo;s flat all night; the three figures inside were less than happy about it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Die Gummihaus :: 2 - A Teaspoon of Sugar</title><link>/stories/2011/07/26/die-gummihaus-2-a-teaspoon-of-sugar/</link><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/07/26/die-gummihaus-2-a-teaspoon-of-sugar/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued on from &lt;a href="diegummihaus1.html"&gt;Part 1: A Very Long Night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This story is part of the new Die Gummihaus series of short stories on the
RubberMansion.com website. These stories are not to be republished, in printed or any
other form without express written permission by it&amp;rsquo;s author (me). These are stories who
deal with human sexuality and special forms of love, and are not to be read by or
displayed to those under legal age. If you are not legally an adult in your country of
residence, please, stop reading now. The story is fictional and the characters are not based
on any real person, but rather in my fantasies and hope for a better future.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Die Gummihaus :: 3 - A Leap of Faith</title><link>/stories/2011/07/26/die-gummihaus-3-a-leap-of-faith/</link><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/07/26/die-gummihaus-3-a-leap-of-faith/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued on from &lt;a href="diegummihaus2.html"&gt;Part 2: A Teaspoon of Sugar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This story is part of the new Die Gummihaus series of short stories on the
RubberMansion.com website. These stories are not to be republished, in printed or any
other form without express written permission by it&amp;rsquo;s author (me). These are stories who
deal with human sexuality and special forms of love, and are not to be read by or
displayed to those under legal age. If you are not legally an adult in your country of
residence, please, stop reading now. The story is fictional and the characters are not based
on any real person, but rather in my fantasies and hope for a better future.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Miss Johnson's Initiation</title><link>/stories/2006/09/10/miss-johnsons-initiation/</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/09/10/miss-johnsons-initiation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As
I walked away from the Halloween display, my mind was full of intriguing
thoughts&amp;hellip; What would it feel like to be wrapped up like that?? Totally encased
like a mummy, not able to move, not able to see&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I must admit that as well as the feelings of intrigue, my heart was
racing - was I really getting excited by the thought of being so helpless at
someone else&amp;rsquo;s mercy?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>How Lisa Learnt to Sleep Standing Up</title><link>/stories/2006/02/05/how-lisa-learnt-to-sleep-standing-up/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/02/05/how-lisa-learnt-to-sleep-standing-up/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;At twelve years old Jenny looked very cute as she sat astride her dappled horse Bingo. She had been riding, or at least sitting on a horse while it was led in walk and trot around the arena, since she was two.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At fifteen hands two, Bingo was quite tall for a young girls mount. She also had a mean streak a mile wide. Jenny did not, however, know this. She had only owned the horse for two weeks. The only times that she had been on her before, the previous owner had always ridden her for an hour before Jenny arrived and so the horse was a lot more tired than the beast that she now found herself on.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Twin's Gift</title><link>/stories/2004/02/01/the-twins-gift/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/02/01/the-twins-gift/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Twin&amp;rsquo;s Gift&lt;/strong&gt;
by Tyler Knotts
The Twin&amp;rsquo;s Gift by Tyler Knotts&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have twin girls, Seka and Sela that I keep as bondage pets and occasional
sex slaves.  I don’t even know their real names and don’t really need
to.  Hell, I don’t even know if they’re really sisters!  They
claim to be twins and play that up all the time by wearing matching clothes,
shoes and wigs.  It’s kind of juvenile I guess but they are cute as
hell, and of course every guy dreams of nailing twin sisters, right? 
They are both brunettes (when they’re not in disguise) and are tall and
shapely.  I’m a leg man and both their sets go on forever.  Both
girls are very athletic and powerfully built.  I tell you, they could
both kick my ass and overpower me… and sometimes I let them!  These
two are crazy sexy too and will do anything for a thrill.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Ultimate Display</title><link>/stories/2003/05/05/the-ultimate-display/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/05/05/the-ultimate-display/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jenna was stood at the other side of the club. She was wearing a pair
of tight fitting jeans and a shiny synthetic top, which caused her breasts
to stand out well for all to see.  I knew she loved bondage and it
had become my goal to work with her friends to give her an experience she
would never forget.  It was hard to imagine a better body than the
one that she possesses.  She was about five foot, six inches tall,
thin, athletic with very long brown hair, large, firm breasts and a gorgeous
tan.  I walked over to meet her and her friends, &amp;ldquo;Time to go&amp;rdquo; I said. 
I took her hand and led her out, her friends, Abby and Emma followed behind.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Do you want to Continue?</title><link>/stories/2002/06/25/do-you-want-to-continue/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/06/25/do-you-want-to-continue/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s the look in his eyes
that sends a shiver down her spine. The intensity. She stands
naked before him, the cool and dank air of the burial chamber he&amp;rsquo;s made
just for her drawing gooseflesh on her skin. Dawn and Teri, Toran&amp;rsquo;s
two loyal servants, barely notice her as they scurry around her making
final preparations for her burial. Sent to Egypt last winter to undergo
intensive training in the rituals and procedures required to completely
and authentically mummify her and bury her in her custom made sarcophagus,
both girls seem to assume the focus and aloofness of the high priestesses
they now represent.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Bondage 5: Under New Management</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-bondage-5-under-new-management/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-bondage-5-under-new-management/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mybondage4.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Bondage 4: On Loan and Escape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 5: Under New Management&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We had all had at least one orgasm and Janice had her second, the little slut. Actually I didn’t mind that she had more orgasms than me. She was better equipped for multiple orgasms than I was. In addition we had gotten Pillar out of her control belt, I asked what all this master stuff was. I wasn’t expecting them to submit themselves to me. I had expected to find our clothes and figure out a way to go home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Bondage 6: Problems and Resolution</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-bondage-6-problems-and-resolution/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-bondage-6-problems-and-resolution/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mybondage5.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Bondage 5: Under New Management&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 6: Problems and Resolution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Very Bad Morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next morning I gathered up both Janice and Pillar and walked back to the tool shed and compost bin. I took my chastity tube and placed it on the concrete apron and used the shovel to destroy it. I slammed the blade down on the tube repeatedly until the tube was flattened and bent. There was no way anything could ever be inserted into it again. Then I threw the tube onto the compost heap to rust away and hurled the U shaped lock piece along with the chain into the woods. It may have been childish but from my point of view it was also cathartic.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Summer Of Dares 11: My Full Dogification</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-11-my-full-dogification/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-11-my-full-dogification/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mysummerofdares10.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Summer Of Dares 10: With Friends Like These&amp;hellip;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 11: My Full Dogification&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I was having a dream Gregory. Your not going to rat me out to the girls for that, are you?&amp;rdquo; I asked reasonably in the same silent whisper as he had used. I was angry, or perhaps frustrated at being interrupted so close to relief and I knew it came out in my tone.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>