Rainwear on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Mr Williams Reminisces

Sat, 10 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Mr. Williams looked back at the early 1960’s when he was a teenager. There was a scarcity in movies and on television, where the heroine wore black leather or his favorite shiny black vinyl raincoat. His first recollection was Honor Blackman in “The Avengers”, before Diana Rigg took over the role. They were few and far between.

Also, before the 1980’s when the first DVR recorder arrived, there was no retrieval for any of these scenes and the lovely ladies in them. It was a one-time only event that had to be stored in your memory.

Three Ladies Kidnapped

Mon, 15 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

It was late afternoon of a wet day on a short residential street in a remote mountain suburb of a sprawling city.

Irene Drake was getting ready to go out on a short visit. She was a thin, healthy woman in her late thirties, recently widowed after a short but otherwise happy marriage. She had a narrow face, framed with short dark hair and was generally thought to be a pleasant person. By occupation she was a part time librarian in the local council library and had lived alone in a small neat cottage in this quiet street ever since the death of her husband.

Two Schauerkappe Weddings

Thu, 02 Mar 2017 00:00:00 +0000

In the story “Schauerkappe” the narrator described how, through a series of errors, he had become Marla Schauerkappe’s plastic prisoner, had been turned into an inflatable woman by Marla’s teenaged son Dale, and made pregnant with a raincoat, and then, after giving birth to the new raincoat and discovering that Marla and her husband Beaubeau had captured themselves a new pair of inflated plastic prisoners, was scheduled to be married to Dale. This is how the wedding went.

Schauerkappe

Wed, 03 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000

I am supposed to be Marla Schauerkappe’s plastic prisoner. And even that’s a mistake. I had originally been captured for the pleasure of Marla’s husband Beaubeau.

It was a rainy day and I had to go out on some minor errand. I put on my raincoat and went on my way. That’s what got me in trouble. My raincoat is a woman’s raincoat made of soft, skin-smooth, semi-transparent light-blue plastic closed with thumbnail-sized patches of magnetized rubber, each surrounded by a quarter-inch aureole of welded plastic. To make matters worse, I needed a haircut: my hair puffed out the raincoat’s pixie-style hood. So it was kind of understandable that Beaubeau would mistake me for a woman.

Helen's Raincoats

Wed, 08 May 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Clair and Helen were best friends at University studying economics and commerce. They worked hard and played equally hard enjoying the party lifestyle and the boys whenever the chance presented itself, which was mostly on a weekly basis. They enjoyed each others company and occasionally slept together if no boys were available. Helen liked to make love to Clair and looked forward to it almost to the point of preferring her to any of the boys.

Ms Mackay's Grand Day Out

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000

There was almost something unsettling about how silence swept in when the incessant rain hammering down on the windowsill suddenly ended. A few birds hiding under whatever was available cleared their throats, but like every other living creature around, they kept a wary eye on the sky in case the fat, black clouds should spring another leak. Something which they kept doing day and night this early summer.

She was lucky after all, she thought. It was a good call to postpone most of her holidays until Christmas, even if the bosses grumbled like hell. The Biggest Boss had obviously decided to soak the whole country before the wretched Summer Olympics, and more than a few of her colleagues- the ones who hadn’t fled the country- had decided to pull the plug on any holiday plans and stay dry and relatively happy in the office. Business was so slow this season, it was like walking through the Department of Total Inactivity at any time of the day.

Rubber Madame 2: Rubber Tempest

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

Chapter 2: Rubber Tempest

When the bubbling rolls of thunder began to penetrate my isolation i was not surprised. It had become increasingly dark over the past half-hour and as i made my way back into the woods which surround most of Mistress’ property i was cheered by the hope of rain. The day was unusually warm for mid-autumn and my exertions had begun to wear on me. Sweat was pooling up around my feet, still encased in the overnight all-in-one suit i was wearing but now doubly covered by the black Century chest waders Madame had outfitted me with that morning. Over this was a very heavy unlined and hooded Rubber mac that hung almost to the ground. A two-inch steel collar secured my neck while similar one-inch manacles hugged my ankles and my wrists, which were again adorned in the 17000 volt lineman gloves of yesterday.

Rubber Madame 1: Altered Sleeping Arrangements

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Altered Sleeping Arrangements

The voice of my Mistress startled me, “I have a birthday surprise in mind for you, little one.”

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 ‘birthday surprise’ frightened me at once: i wasn’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.

The Piano Teacher Part 8

Fri, 13 Jul 2012 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 7

Part 8

Back home Walter led RS into the punishment room. He ordered her not to speak a single word and then helped her to undress completely, only the various rubber tubes which controlled her orifices staying in place. He disconnected her rubber urine bag, which was filled by two thirds now with her yellowish piss, from the tube and hung it up carefully to a medical infusion stand which could be rolled around in the room. He first thought of putting her through a self urinal again but then came up with the idea, that someone else would may be the perfect candidate for a humiliating procedure and a severe slave test. He looked at RS’s stomach which was still filled with an enormous amount of enema liquid. All of a sudden he had a certain vision for some new humiliating experiences for RS and so he allowed her to the bowl and opened the clamp, which sealed off the enema tube which was connected to the inflatable rubber anal plug. RS sighed when allowed to release herself. To her, it was again a very strange and humiliating feeling to empty her bowels through a thick rubber tube. As soon as she nodded with her head to let her Master know that she had finished, Walter clamped the tube again and then pumped up the inflatable rubber plug in her anus as hard as she could barely stand. After this she was ordered back in the middle of the punishment room again and Walter told her to kneel down and put her hands behind her back.

Message in a Bottle

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 00:00:00 +0000

The yacht “Parsifal” was churning through the waters of the Pacific Ocean when one of the passengers saw a glint of sunlight off glass among the swells. When the boat changed course and came close to the site, the crew and passengers saw that the glint had come from a large bottle floating in the water. Using a net on a pole, one of the crewmen retrieved the bottle and took it to the yacht’s captain. There was a rolled-up sheaf of paper inside the bottle, so the captain smashed the bottle, unrolled the papers, and read the message written on them:

The Worst Popeye Cartoon Ever

Wed, 22 Feb 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Yeah, this modern version of the infamous Tijuana bible follows the pattern of almost every Popeye cartoon I’ve ever seen (many of which inspired sexual fantasies), except that this one ends very badly for the spinach-chugging sailor.

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It was a lovely summer day in the town of Sweethaven, a perfect day to spend at the beach. So it was that Popeye, Bluto, and the ever-vivacious Miss Olive Oyl decided to make a day of it. It was Bluto who had issued the invitation and offered his car as the transportation. It was the suggestion that they would get some good exercise that brought Popeye on board the little expedition; that and the fact that Olive was coming.

The Blue Raincoat 4

Sat, 05 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part two/three Part 4

Still with their bath towels around them Sally and Paul enjoyed a light breakfast of cereal and diced fruit along with a second cup of tea.

“What is your favourite colour Paul?” asked Sally, “It really depends on what the object is, I very much like red cars and bikes but more into pink and mauve pastels for furniture and interior decorations. I like bright greens and blues for ladies clothing but wear mostly browns and greys myself, so I expect you are now totally confused about my colour preferences. As long as it or they are stylish and smart most colours please me, I especially admire your blue raincoat for its colour, its shininess and style, I think it suits you and makes a bold statement.”

The Blue Raincoat 2

Thu, 29 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one Part 2

The first part of this story was originally intended to be just that, i.e. a complete story, leaving the rest to the imagination of the readers. However, after several favourable comments on my email I continued the story. Paul couldn’t help thinking that all his dreams had come true, his love of rubber and rainwear were being played out with this wonderful girl, Sally. Both of them, arm in arm, dressed in identical shiny blue satin and rubber raincoats strolling down the street in pouring rain. The sound of their macs swishing together complimented the feeling of the rubber lining moving against their skin, the hoods pulled well over their faces and the slight constriction of the tight belts around their waists and wrists. The rain cascading down their coats reflected the light from streetlamps and car headlights. Paul had never been out in public in this sort of raincoat before, except for the excursion to the sandwich shop a few weeks earlier, and he was enjoying the thoughts of other people looking at them both and wondering how they had the nerve to do it. But what other people thought didn’t faze Paul at all, and in any case with the hood pulled so far over his head it was doubtful that he would be recognized anyway. Sally still had her hand caressing Paul’s bottom and he was loving it, so he moved his hand to Sally’s smooth bottom and stroked it too. Sally then stopped, turned to face Paul and brought his head towards hers and kissed him full on the lips and lingered for quite a while with her hand pulling him into her. The two hoods had come together to form one and cut out all the light as they continued to kiss as the rain poured down over them. Paul took in the aroma of Sally’s perfume and makeup along with the sent from the rubber lining of her raincoat hood, her lips were sweet and tender and her skin very smooth. Eventually they broke apart and continued their way to the cinema hand in hand. Tickets were purchased and ice creams obtained and they found their way to their seats, luckily enough to get the last two on the back row. The arm rest between them was able to be folded up and out of the way so Sally and Paul could snuggle up close and cosy. They both left their raincoats on to start with whilst the previews for future movies were being shown, but then it started to get a little too warm so they removed the coats and folded them with the rubber lining on the outside and placed them over their laps so they could still enjoy the feeling of the lining. Sally moved her hand over to Paul’s raincoat to caress it on his lap and she could feel the stirrings of Paul’s manhood beneath it. Paul placed his arm around Sally and kissed her tenderly ever so softly brushing his lips upon hers. He held her head gently and slowly moved his hand over the raincoat as Sally pressed her hand firmer on his groin. The movie commenced so they both sat back to watch whilst still holding hands over the rubber lining of their raincoats. The movie was very exciting with lots of special effects with a good story line and it took their attention away from each other somewhat. Avatar is a long movie there is an intermission around the middle for patrons to go for a toilet break or drinks from the kiosk. Sally excused herself to go to the loo and took her raincoat with her. Paul stayed in his seat and awaited her return. Several minutes later Sally returned wearing her raincoat and holding a bundle of clothes, eased passed Paul and sat down. Paul looking puzzled at the clothes realizing they were the clothes she was wearing just a few minutes ago and Sally smiled to him and whispered, “I took off ALL my clothes so it is just me and my raincoat, and it feels so cool and erotic, no one knows except you and me”. Paul responded, “Wait here, I will be right back”, and with that went to the toilets along with his raincoat to return moments later dressed in the raincoat and carrying a bundle of clothes !!!!!! Sally and Paul’s concentration on the second half of the movie was somewhat difficult each knowing that the other was totally naked under the respective rubberized raincoats. Paul especially, was having great difficulty accepting how things had moved along since the morning when he had asked Sally for a date to the movie. Here he was bare skinned in a wonderful girl’s shiny satin and rubber raincoat cuddling up to his dream girl similarly dressed, or actually UNDRESSED, apart from her raincoat. Paul eased Sally’s hood over her head as she did the same for him and they rested their heads together and watched the rest of the movie. With the movie finished and the patrons all out of the cinema, Sally suggested they go for a coffee at the new café up the high street, “I’m game if you are” Paul said as he eased his arm behind her waist and pulled her closer to him. The rain had stopped now but of course Sally and Paul continued to enjoy wearing their raincoats as they were both still naked underneath. Once in the café they ordered cappuccinos and a cake each and couldn’t help noticing the stares they were getting from the staff and other patrons due to them being identically dressed in tightly belted shiny blue raincoats. Paul was still having trouble believing this was really happening and that he was not in a wonderful dream. Paul plucked up courage and asked Sally about her feelings regarding the raincoats, he obviously knew she liked them otherwise she wouldn’t have one. “Sally, you know well that I like wearing your raincoat but why do you seem to love it when I assumed not many girls would go in for fetish things?”

Regression

Fri, 02 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Hi ! I am Little Tommy. I used to be Tom, but all that has changed. My mommy/wife told me that I should make my story available to all that would be interested, so here I am. To explain, I guess I had better start at the beginning.

I guess that I have been a rubber lover all my life, but didn’t know it. Looking back, I can see that I had a certain pleasure at handling anything made of rubber, and often sensed my warm comfortable infant days when I slept in rubber pants and on rubber sheets. I could not really recall them but the feelings were there. Over the years I had always bought wet weather clothing, like rubber lined rain suits, and macs, and was happy when the weather allowed me to wear them.

The Blue Raincoat

Fri, 02 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Bowness is a small delightful tourist town on the banks of Lake Windermere in the North of England. Above a butchers shop on the high street is Chambers & Rowe Solicitors – est. 1956, and it is there that Paul was employed as a junior lawyer. Paul had worked there for 2 years sharing the open plan office with Mr. Rowe, Mary Hopton, Carol Wise and Jim Clark. Today, Friday, was the last day for Mary as she was retiring and so late in the afternoon a small party was held in her honour, Mary had been with Chambers & Rowe for 26 years so it was a bit emotional for her to be leaving. The following Monday a new girl was to take Mary’s place as Mr. Rowe’s secretary, and as she had worked there a little previously as a temp when Mary was on leave or sick, she didn’t need to have a change over time to understand the ways of the office. So Sally, the new girl, fronted up for duty promptly at 8-30 on Monday morning, Paul was early as usual so he was already at his desk when she walked in. “Good morning Sally, welcome aboard on this fine morning”.

Well-Developed Doll

Tue, 12 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000

To say that Clarice Geldmeister was happy would be to understate the case considerably. She was in ecstasy. She swept grandly into her posh apartment on the topmost floor of the Geldmeister Building, allowing the ornately decorated security door to close itself behind her. She went to stand before the wide and very expensive one-way window that looked out over the city and gloated.

Yes, it had just been too easy to outmaneuver that family of dumb hicks. Over one square mile of pristine forest that had gone untouched for centuries was now hers. Oh, how the hicks had whined and, oh, how she loved kicking them when they were down. She always thought it was especially funny when her victims whined about their rights.

Caped Part 2

Thu, 04 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 1 Part 2

So, there I was, now laying on my own bed, still suited, the cape wrapped round my hot and seriously aroused body. She had removed the gag with the threat of reprisal if I so much as coughed, I hadn’t struggled as the bonds were carefully applied around my shiny enveloped body. Why, because of course I was bizarrely loving it, yet who was she, why was this happening?

Sonja

Sun, 17 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000

My first acquaintance with Sonja was at the local swimming complex. She was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, carrying a white latex bathing cap in one hand and her clothes in a bundle in the other. She had the most gorgeous pair of legs with a slim upper torso and small breasts. Her smile as she looked at me sent a thrill deep in side me and I returned it with a smile of my own, She came towards me and spoke in a soft contralto which stirred my loins, She said “I’m sorry to trouble you but I’ve locked myself out of my car, could you help me?”

Selene

Thu, 19 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000

When the bus stopped to fill the fuel tank, Susan opened her eyes suddenly.

“Gosh, I fell asleep.” She murmured rubbing her eyes with her hands. “And we are only at the early afternoon… There is still a day and a half before we will arrive in New York on this bus.”

She looked distractedly outside through the bus window, and watched that they stopped more or less fifty meter from the bus stop shelter. Under it there was only a figure, a female one, enveloped in a long and glistening black cape completed with a big hood. She also noted that it was raining heavily, with a lead grey colour in the sky and thunder was rumbling not too far away.

The Red Raincoat

Thu, 19 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Saturday morning dawned with an overcast sky and threatening clouds as Barbara clicked on the kettle to make her first cup of tea for the day. She flicked on the radio to get the weather forecast so that she could decide what to wear for her morning’s retail therapy session at the mall.

Barbara was in her mid twenties and still single, but always on the lookout, and basically happy with her life so far. Her figure was pretty good, although she thought she could loose a couple of kilos around her tummy, and her face was pleasant and friendly, not beautiful like a film star or model but she was fine with the way she looked and had her admirers in the past. Her long shiny auburn hair was possibly her best visual attribute and she spent many hours keeping it that way. She was quite fit due to her daily morning exercise of three circuits of the local park at a fast jog pace and swimming twice a week at the local pool. Barbara was careful of what she ate to maintain her health and figure and she had very few colds or other ailments.

The Piano Teacher Part 7

Wed, 30 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 6

Part 7

She felt that her public ordeal wold never come to an end. For almost two hours Walter had made her walk around downtown, presenting herself in her strict and bizarre slave uniform. She was forced to stroll through a mall and present herself to the public. Her cheeks were red from shame, sometimes she had to fight her tears again and again.

Over the time she got hot in her heavy rubber slave outfit and all the plastic. She felt her sweat drippling over her skin, the layers of rubber and plastic sometimes seemed to be glued onto her. Whenever she tried to fight Walters orders, she was treated with the electric discipline system and since the remote enema system was put to good use, she felt like being pregnant in her eighth month now. And still there was a lot of liquid in the container in her backpack, as the weight told her.

The Piano Teacher Part 6

Sat, 17 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 5

Part 6

“Ok, slut, it`s about time to dress you for a little shopping tour!” Walter looked at his slave RS and smiled. RS had just finished to lick the porrridge out of the steel bowl in front of her. She did not dare to raise her head and look at Walter. Especially after she knew that the thick rubber mask which covered her head and face showed clear signs of the slimy substance she had to lick up wih her tongue for breakfast. Walter stood up, walked around the table and unchained his rubber property.

Poison Ivy and Latex Part 3

Tue, 23 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued for part two

Part Three

It was by now dark and the air smelled of rain. Kate was unfamiliar with where the cans were or how to work the locks atop them. When Kate came back from the backyard she saw Paul draping two large rubber garments over the kitchen chairs and a duffle bag at his feet.

“So, nice and full? How about a walk to work it off?” He held up the one garment and Kate could see that it was something like a rubber poncho.

Long Weekend's Journey into Rubber 3

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 2

Part 3

I lay there quietly alongside her, thinking furiously. What would Jenny have said? How involved was I going to get? What was it that had caused the explosion of lust?

The last question was easy: Lisa was one sexy lady, and I, although I hadn’t thought about it, was ready for sex again. Well, maybe I had thought about it, but I’d repressed it (it’s the early part of the male mid-life crisis – later on, you’re apt to think about it too much, and go out and make a fool of yourself with much younger women).

Chained

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000

“Aaahnnnee…..” the chain around my waist pulled tight for the umpteenth time.

I stretched, and stretched further, lying full length on the wooden floor, my finger tips just inches from the keys, but again just, just out of reach. The tight waist chain pulling taut. My loose ddpvc suits pulled tight, arousing me again. The tight shiny rubber snout hood still pumped in and out with each breath, slightly hindering airflow, a further arousal. I felt the start of an orgasm building……… “nnaahhnoo……” I grunted into the snout, I grabbed at my groin area trying to stave off the inevitable.

The Piano Teacher Part 4

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 3

A forth part written by Colloredo Reading the story “The Piano Teacher by Rbbral” inspired me to take the subject further. I think the subject has some good potential to develop in many ways, here is the first part of a few more to come.

While he lead her back to the house, carefully directing her steps, she was thinking about all the changes in her if which had happened just within the last few hours. Things she had been fantasizing about for such long times and never believed they would become true one day. And here she was. An immense craving for sex were the best words to describe the feelings of Walters rubber slut at this point. Right after that extremely humiliating haircut scene, Walter had taken her to a little restaurant, where he obviously was a well known and appreciated guest.

Rules are Rules

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000

A rainwear fetish story

My rules are our rules, I make them and she is supposed to abide by them but had just defiantly broken one when she thought I was out of town. It was quite a simple rule compared to my others and very clear. If a coat, whether a raincoat or any other type, was designed with buttons, a belt and a hood then when it was being worn it had to be buttoned and belted with the hood up and secured.

The Piano Teacher Part 3

Sun, 20 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 2

A third part written by Colloredo Reading the story “The Piano Teacher by Rbbral” inspired me to take the subject further. I think the subject has some good potential to develop in many ways, here is the first part of a few more to come.

Walter opened the door. She realized that she was at the brim of her new life as rubber slave. A public rubber slave. From now on everyone would be able to see her rubber clothes. The clothes of slavehood and humiliation which she was to wear from now on almost twenty four hours a day. She felt the blood shooting into her face. Her face was red with shame and also excitement.

The Piano Teacher Part 2

Sat, 17 Sep 2005 00:00:00 +0000

A second part written by Colloredo Reading the story “The Piano Teacher by Rbbral” inspired me to take the subject further. I think the subject has some good potential to develop in many ways, here is the first part of a few more to come.

The next morning she could barely concentrate on her work. She spent two hours with two other students, but she was always thinking of what she would have to expect when Walter came back for his lesson. She was wearing some of her rubber pants under her normal dress and every time she moved she felt the material touching her naked pussy.

The Leather Twins Part 11: It Never Rains but It Pours

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Leather Twins Part 10: Masterpiece)_

Part Eleven - It Never Rains but It Pours

Chapter 21 – It Never Rains But It Pours!

I was playing gentle tongue tag with Susan and gradually building towards yet another explosive release. As we lay facing each other on my bed I chased her studded tongue around behind the ring gag that kept her mouth wide open for me and fondled her erect ring pierced nipples with one hand. My other arm was under her neck holding her head close to me and the belt around our waists made sure that the lower part of our bodies were snugly melded together.