<?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>Rimming on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/rimming/</link><description>Recent content in Rimming on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/rimming/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Deep Down in the Depths of Servitude</title><link>/stories/2025/07/21/deep-down-in-the-depths-of-servitude/</link><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/07/21/deep-down-in-the-depths-of-servitude/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="foreword"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foreword&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When the paths of a strong and practiced BDSM Dominant and an adventurous and willing but green submissive collide, the result can be a fantastic and wild playdate, but it can also turn into a challenging, risky, and reckless one. Some would call what I allowed to be done to me as outright stupid. They are probably right. What follows is a journal transcribed into story style that details a five-day ‘submissive rental’ from my part-time best friend, part-time master aka Sir Michael to his BDSM Dominant buddy, Dr. D in Vegas in late October 2024.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Vegas Twelve to One</title><link>/stories/2024/12/08/vegas-twelve-to-one/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/12/08/vegas-twelve-to-one/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1-introduction-and-background"&gt;Chapter 1: Introduction and background&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Greetings. This is a true accounting of my recent long weekend in Las Vegas. It has been transcribed from the daily journal I was required to keep of my servitude along with additional documentation I was provided with afterwards. It was put into a story format at the request of my dominant, Sir Michael. The dialog is as best I can recall at what was said at the time, some of the conversations therefore are paraphrased when I cannot recollect the exact words. This is not enjoyable reading for the faint of heart.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Subspace - Emma's Fetish Cruise Adventure</title><link>/stories/2023/12/25/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</link><pubDate>Mon, 25 Dec 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/12/25/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-16-something-about-mary"&gt;Part 16. Something About Mary&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emma found herself in the shower but not alone. The petite, adolescent-looking Kit was suspended by the manacles in the shower. Her legs draped over Emma’s shoulder with Emma’s face buried in her kitten&amp;rsquo;s kitty. Emma was sure Kit was truly mewling over the pleasure she was receiving.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emma wasn&amp;rsquo;t the only one pleasuring Kit in the shower. Janice had been waiting for them along with Ophelia when they returned to the suite. Though Ophelia hadn&amp;rsquo;t joined them, Janice&amp;rsquo;s face was buried in Kit&amp;rsquo;s backside, her tongue buried inside the tight ring of her outer sphincter. Lady Chastity was still taking control of her damsel.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Servitium Amoris</title><link>/stories/2021/06/13/servitium-amoris/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/06/13/servitium-amoris/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-10--the-guessing-game"&gt;Chapter 10 – The Guessing Game&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Several hours later, Angela was laying in her bed, next to her Amy and Betsy were cuddled up and fast asleep. She slowly got out of bed so as not to disturb them and crept out the room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Downstairs she dressed in one of her leather catsuits, donned her high heeled boots and adjusted her hair into a tight ponytail. A look of thunder in her eyes, she walked down to the dungeon, which seemed deserted, except for two slaves bound as dolls. On the far wall, she pulled a lever revealing a secret door.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A New Direction</title><link>/stories/2014/06/30/a-new-direction/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/06/30/a-new-direction/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is a story I co-wrote with my kinky female friend SadiaX. We take turns adding from the point of view of our own character.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Spring exhilarates me. I love the new buds on the trees, the fresh breeze clearing out the cobwebs, the bulbs pushing up through the rich, dark earth into new, bright life. Lambs in the fields and everywhere a sense of optimism and hope.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I strolled along the road that evening, just as dusk was settling over the green fields I felt full of suppressed excitement. I suppose I was feeling frisky. I didn’t really consider it. Lou was an old friend. We’d known each other for years and we were old friends, but I had been away working for some years and was so looking forward to seeing her again. My step was light and quick on the ground. In deference to the warm spell I had on a thin summer dress and a light cardigan, with strappy heels. I already was beginning to regret it as the day grew colder, but there, up ahead was her house, out on a point of land looking over the sea. I turned off down the path and under some fruit trees, loaded with white and pink blossom already, and was in front of the door. As I stood there, about to knock a strange feeling of butterflies rose in my tummy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Fantasy made Reality</title><link>/stories/2008/08/03/fantasy-made-reality/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/08/03/fantasy-made-reality/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;There was still time before you arrived and I wanted to make sure everything was ready.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The clothes were all set out on the bed: the clear latex babydoll, thin black latex opera length gloves, latex stockings with suspender belt and of course the favourite strappy sandals with those killer stiletto heels. Everything was shiny black, apart from the babydoll. I was already getting hard at the thought of what was to come especially when I moved to the other accessories.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>