<?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>Mutli-Layer on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/mutli-layer/</link><description>Recent content in Mutli-Layer on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 04 Jul 2013 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/mutli-layer/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Slither</title><link>/stories/2013/07/04/slither/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jul 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/07/04/slither/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hello my name is Margarita and I am a 32 year old rubberist which is so I am told very unusual as according to everyone I speak to we girls do not like rubber, this is nonsense I have many, many girl friends who love it and wear nothing else.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I personally am very much into total enclosure and the complete sealing of the body inside rubber layers up to fourteen or fifteen on occasion even outside in the big bad world even though this can bring some very strange looks from the uninitiated as they think we are weird but nothing could be further from the truth. I also love total cover inflatable and deflatable thick rubber body sheaths and employ a lovely rubber slave/maid who dresses me in my rubber covers.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Further Training of 'S' 4: Things start to heat up</title><link>/stories/2010/11/13/the-further-training-of-s-4-things-start-to-heat-up/</link><pubDate>Sat, 13 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/11/13/the-further-training-of-s-4-things-start-to-heat-up/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="further_trainingofs03.html"&gt;part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 4: Things start to heat up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘S’ lay utterly spent panting to gain enough air into her oxygen starved lungs, she had held her breath as she came to pleasure and now was focused on obtaining enough to redress the imbalance. In her dark world she lay completely still knowing now that she was lost, an abject fully rubberised object exhausted at the end of her tether. She was desperately hungry her stomach rumbling the gnawing ache insistent and unrelenting. She was at an all time low; all reserves of energy spent. She lay there for a timeless period before her blindfold was unbuckled. She opened her eyes for the first time since the beating had started and through the much misted vinyl lens saw the Mistress standing in front of her hands on hips legs spread wide. ‘S’ was now confused beyond reason; the dominatrix who had beaten her had gone to be replaced by her Mistress in all of her finery. She swooned at the sight of her; a terrible dichotomy troubled her as she realised that she had unconsciously come to associate her tormentor with her pleasure taking and she had taken another pleasure whilst being beaten without the need for any help from a vibrator.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>