<?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>MMf-M on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/mmf-m/</link><description>Recent content in MMf-M on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 10 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/mmf-m/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Neighbour 3: The Party</title><link>/stories/2015/05/10/the-neighbour-3-the-party/</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/05/10/the-neighbour-3-the-party/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="neighbour2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: The Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I slept long and deep, a contented mind at peace. When I eventually stirred my mind was filled with thoughts of Rubber Maid, those wonderful moments in the playroom. I wondered if I would ever discover her identity.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Whilst I was wrestling with those thoughts the door unlocked and she entered my room, resplendent in her maid’s costume which shimmered under the bright lights. I sat up in bed and she placed a large lap tray across my thighs delivering a superb continental breakfast with orange juice. She avoided eye contact but I noticed that her hood had a buckled gag attached rather than a completely sealed mouth.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Neighbour 2: Rubbermaid Training</title><link>/stories/2015/02/04/the-neighbour-2-rubbermaid-training/</link><pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/02/04/the-neighbour-2-rubbermaid-training/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="neighbour.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Rubbermaid Training&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The door opened shattering my deep sleep, vivid dreams of rubber, bondage and sex had occupied my subconscious, my rigid cock was testament to those thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I sat up in bed as light flooded the room, Gimp swung open the door and Rubbermaid entered carrying a tray, resplendent in her black rubber uniform. The combination of the rustling rubber and the reflective glossy black surface made my cock twitch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>