<?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>MMM-F on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/mmm-f/</link><description>Recent content in MMM-F 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/mmm-f/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 20</title><link>/stories/2016/05/17/an-ensigns-fantasies-20/</link><pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/05/17/an-ensigns-fantasies-20/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies19.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2 id="the-following-narrative-is-that-of-a-retired-starfleet-commander-though-many-of-the-narrated-details-did-actually-occur-all-names-are-fictitious-and-locales-and-dates-are-changed-to-prevent-individual-identification"&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I snugged the VR recording helmet down on my head. I had borrowed it from my work lab for the weekend. My home computer was sufficient to handle VR but my personal equipment was nowhere near as powerful as the helmet I borrowed. With a choice of being completely naked, half naked or &amp;ldquo;dressed&amp;rdquo; as a damsel in distress, I finally opted for half naked. I started dressing with a garter belt, then pulled on fishnet stockings and clipped them in place. A pair of crotchless panties was next followed by a baby doll nighty. I stepped in front of the full length mirror to check my appearance. My boobs poked through the cutouts in the front of my nighty and my shaved crotch was readily visible. I thought, &amp;ldquo;Diana, you&amp;rsquo;re a good looking lay if I do say so myself&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dream Assignment 4 - For You</title><link>/stories/2006/06/01/dream-assignment-4-for-you/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/06/01/dream-assignment-4-for-you/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="dream_assignment3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream Assignment 3 - Three Times Free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bound hand and foot, Josie is awaiting whatever plans Jack has in
store for her&amp;hellip;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4 - For You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Josie&amp;rsquo;s hands were bound with rope behind her back. Her ankles were
also roped together, and a ball gag stretched her mouth and silenced her
very effectively. Hair dishevelled and dress disarranged as she&amp;rsquo;d struggled
very pleasurably against being tied up, she now lay on her side in the
middle of the biggest playroom in Jack&amp;rsquo;s exclusive BDSM club, waiting for
him. They were alone now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>New Doll</title><link>/stories/2005/08/19/new-doll/</link><pubDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/08/19/new-doll/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="new_doll1.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;It seemed like an age (well I did have the transit support up my arse!)
I sensed the loading bay doors being opened. I heard the general chit-chat
with the courier man, “Fifteen for you today Bob, twelve are next day before
niners” “And the others?” “Two are international, and the last is Monday
AM”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They sorted the paperwork out. Then starting shifting us dolls, Us Dolls!!
– What was I thinking? Almost immediately I was frozen to the spot, crying
inside to myself with the realization. Then I felt the crate being moved,
my anal intruder slipping jerkily in and out of me as I was bounced across
the shop floor. I thought the wheeled trucks gave a smooth ride – apparently
not!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Logging Out</title><link>/stories/2005/06/12/logging-out/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/06/12/logging-out/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Packaged Story Contest 2005 Entrant&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Christian conservatives had finally gained complete control of the
legislature and governor&amp;rsquo;s office and over the next few years appointed
enough of judges in State courts that for all practical purposes they controlled
the judiciary as well.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pursuing their &amp;ldquo;God-given&amp;rdquo; duty they began the Righteous Crusade to
root our &amp;ldquo;immorality.&amp;rdquo; The police raided brothels, pornographic bookstores,
massage parlors, and every other sexually oriented business, prosecuting
the &amp;ldquo;evil doers&amp;rdquo; under the newly enacted vice laws.  The police, however,
were not the scariest part of the Crusade.  After all, they had to
show at least token compliance to due process.  The vigilante groups
did not.  Driven by fundamentalist religious zeal, they pursued their
own program to eradicate the &amp;ldquo;moral cancer&amp;rdquo; in the state. Suspected offenders
were rounded up in late night raids, tried before the vigilantes (where
for some reason they were always found guilty) and  punished according
to Old Testament law.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Wardrobe</title><link>/stories/2004/03/10/the-wardrobe/</link><pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/03/10/the-wardrobe/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Rachel stood nervously at the foot of her large, empty bed and, taking
careful and slightly shaky footsteps, made her way slowly around its familiar
edges towards her oversized wardrobe. Her skin felt clammy and sticky,
which was normal at this summery time of year, but today, something else
having a similar affect on her. Today was a day that she had been waiting
to arrive for a great deal of time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gifts</title><link>/stories/2002/07/23/the-gifts/</link><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/07/23/the-gifts/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="the_gifts.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gifts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8
8
The Gifts - Part
3
by Apryllrain&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Gift part 3&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s my birthday, never mind
which one! I may be a horny, needy, painslut, but I&amp;rsquo;m still a lady and
I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t tell you if you asked. Since I&amp;rsquo;m an unattached sub, Three Doms
that I play with have each offered a gift, and I have a feeling, it will
be a birthday I will never forget.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Beauty &amp; the Beast</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/beauty-the-beast/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/beauty-the-beast/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="beauty_beast.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;_&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;
(click here for &lt;a href="beauty_beast.html"&gt;Part
One&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One minute I was pinned in Jack�s arms while Milord dripped wax on my
hard nipples and twin dildoes thrust inside me. The next I was free, standing halfway across the room. And the Beast was
kneeling in front of a tall, redheaded woman I�d never seen before. He
was naked, and I saw with a shock that thick, silver chains bound his arms
behind his back, wrists lashed to elbows.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>New Doll 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/new-doll-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/new-doll-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="new_doll1.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Doll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seemed like an age (well I did have the transit support up my arse!)
I sensed the loading bay doors being opened. I heard the general chit-chat
with the courier man, “Fifteen for you today Bob, twelve are next day before
niners” “And the others?” “Two are international, and the last is Monday
AM”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;They sorted the paperwork out. Then starting shifting us dolls, Us Dolls!!
– What was I thinking? Almost immediately I was frozen to the spot, crying
inside to myself with the realization. Then I felt the crate being moved,
my anal intruder slipping jerkily in and out of me as I was bounced across
the shop floor. I thought the wheeled trucks gave a smooth ride – apparently
not!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Big Match</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-big-match/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-big-match/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Note:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have
discussed with Geoff, many times, my fantasies about being taken against my
will. He has likewise often offered to arrange this with some friends and every
time I have willingly agreed. However this was some time ago and the reader
should be aware that whilst I was a willing participant to what follows, I had
also forgotten all about it…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Roped in
to Entertain My long time friend and lover Geoff was slouched on my cream
leather sofa munching a rather messy looking take-away meal, whilst a can of
beer perched on the arm of the sofa looked decidedly precariously balanced. The
television was blaring loudly and Geoff was almost fully absorbed in the big
match, of which live coverage had just started. I gazed at the scene without a
word of disapproval. Not once did I lunge forwards to move the beer, sweep away
the crumbs or reach for the remote control to quell the raucous cacophony. You
may well wonder why I put up with this loutish behavior in my own home and what
was the reason for this scene of domestic harmony. It was because I was
thoroughly bound and gagged!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gifts</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-gifts/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-gifts/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
8
The Gifts
by Apryllrain&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The
Gift pt 1&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s my birthday, never mind
which one! I may be a horny, needy, painslut, but I&amp;rsquo;m still a lady and
I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t tell you if you asked. Since I&amp;rsquo;m an unattached sub, Three Doms
that I play with have each offered a gift, and I have a feeling, it will
be a birthday I will never forget.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First there&amp;rsquo;s Master Thomas,
and believe me, this is a man knows his way around a rope like no one else
I know! His gift is to me tonight is to tie me in strict, tight, excruciating
bondage. He starts by placing my wrists together, back to back behind me,
wrapping them with bondage tape. My arms are placed in a single leather
sleeve behind my back and the sleeve is pulled up, forcing my chest to
thrust out. A rope is threaded thru an O ring at the end of the sleeve.
Now the ends of the rope are draped over my shoulders and wrapped tightly
around my tits, each one is wrapped three times, and then the ropes are
crossed in a figure eight several times and drawn tight, then it&amp;rsquo;s threaded
around the crossings in the middle, making the whole thing even tighter,
and last but not least, its wound around my body, and the ends are tied
around the tops of my arms. If I try to ease the pain in my shoulders by
moving my arms down, it pulls even tighter on my tits. My arms are well
and truly immobilized.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>