<?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>Sbr on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/sbr/</link><description>Recent content in Sbr on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/sbr/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Sounds Through a Thin Wall 2 Contact</title><link>/stories/2014/03/31/sounds-through-a-thin-wall-2-contact/</link><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/03/31/sounds-through-a-thin-wall-2-contact/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="soundsthroughathinwall.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2 Contact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday Morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anne wakes late, after a slightly restless night. Her dreams have been a mixture of kinky longings; with a masked lover doing all the things to her that she has desired for so long; or they were abstract dreams about a solitary life. In the last one she is dressed in vanilla clothes and pushing her shopping trolley down a supermarket aisle. But all the other customers in the store are happy kinky couples dressed in a variety of fetish outfits, all laughing and kissing. They turn and look at her in silence as she wanders alone looking for her groceries. She tries to shake this last dream from her mind and peels back the damp and clinging rubber bedclothes from her body. It’s time to clean up her fetish bed, and have another shower. Anne contemplates a full day enjoying total rubber coverage in the safety of her home, but decides that she is getting too insular, and must get out and talk to someone other than her few close friends and people at work. But she decides not to go out entirely dressed as a vanilla.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rules are Rules</title><link>/stories/2009/09/06/rules-are-rules/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/09/06/rules-are-rules/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A rainwear fetish story&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Training of Slave Selena 16: Last Night of Freedom</title><link>/stories/2009/06/12/the-training-of-slave-selena-16-last-night-of-freedom/</link><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/06/12/the-training-of-slave-selena-16-last-night-of-freedom/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 16: Last Night of Freedom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘S’ awoke still heavily rubberised, her corset holding her fast; she ached all over and felt the need for a long shower. The liquid in her suit had been re-absorbed whilst she slept, she lay wondering what time it was and where her beloved Master was. The room was night black and she realised that she had been blindfolded. She reached up to check only to realise that she was restricted; her hands would not move above her neck. The sound of chain confirmed her bondage; she lay back and would have smiled had not the breathe-through gag stopped her. There was nothing to do but wait for release by her Master.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Training of Slave Selena</title><link>/stories/2009/06/03/the-training-of-slave-selena/</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/06/03/the-training-of-slave-selena/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continued from &lt;a href="training_slaveselena7.html"&gt;Part 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Eight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 15: Training Resumes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘S’ lay quietly totally encapsulated in latex not one inch of her flesh exposed. ‘So here I am an animate being sealed inside an inanimate covering of my own choosing, latex rubber. The additional bondage of the straps and the tightness of them enhances the feeling of being contained and as such, I am covered and invincible and yet at the same time vulnerable. I am here until my Master releases me; I am in my element both as a slave to my Master as well as to the latex. The feeling of being in total bondage is amazing and the sensations are quite exquisite, it feels as if every nerve end is alive and sending messages to the pleasure centre in my brain. The feeling of being contained within the all covering latex and the all over squeeze of the rubber as it forms an impervious constraining layer is so physically and mentally satisfying. Here I lie in extreme bondage, my mouth filled with a fully inflated latex bladder with breathe through hole allowing me to gain enough air to breath. I can’t move a muscle and yet I am as happy as I could possibly be. I am fulfilled. I am at peace; I want this to go on for ever!’ ‘S’ began her mantra and eventually drifted off to a bondaged dreamless sleep.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Training of Slave Selena 15: Training Resumes</title><link>/stories/2009/06/03/the-training-of-slave-selena-15-training-resumes/</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/06/03/the-training-of-slave-selena-15-training-resumes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 15: Training Resumes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘S’ lay quietly totally encapsulated in latex not one inch of her flesh exposed. ‘So here I am an animate being sealed inside an inanimate covering of my own choosing, latex rubber. The additional bondage of the straps and the tightness of them enhances the feeling of being contained and as such, I am covered and invincible and yet at the same time vulnerable. I am here until my Master releases me; I am in my element both as a slave to my Master as well as to the latex. The feeling of being in total bondage is amazing and the sensations are quite exquisite, it feels as if every nerve end is alive and sending messages to the pleasure centre in my brain. The feeling of being contained within the all covering latex and the all over squeeze of the rubber as it forms an impervious constraining layer is so physically and mentally satisfying. Here I lie in extreme bondage, my mouth filled with a fully inflated latex bladder with breathe through hole allowing me to gain enough air to breath. I can’t move a muscle and yet I am as happy as I could possibly be. I am fulfilled. I am at peace; I want this to go on for ever!’ ‘S’ began her mantra and eventually drifted off to a bondaged dreamless sleep.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jillian's Mouse Trap 1: The Will</title><link>/stories/2009/05/25/jillians-mouse-trap-1-the-will/</link><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/05/25/jillians-mouse-trap-1-the-will/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: The Will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The office was dark and gloomy.  It exuded old stuffiness.  The walls lined with old law books on shelves.  The heavy mahogany desk sat in front of windows with drawn curtains to emphasize the gloom.  The only light came from a shaded lamp on the corner of the desk.  Two leather chairs sat near the desk for clients.  The larger leather chair behind the desk indicated the status of its occupant as compared to the lesser individuals who might grace the office.  A sofa and coffee table sat against the one open wall for informal discussions.  A small serving area had coffee pot, a small selection of very fine spirits, glasses and cups for serving.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Training of Slave Selena</title><link>/stories/2009/05/23/the-training-of-slave-selena/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 May 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/05/23/the-training-of-slave-selena/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continued from &lt;a href="training_slaveselena6.html"&gt;Part 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Seven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 13: Taking Control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was late by the time they returned to James’s flat and they were both happy and contented to be back, ‘S’ retreated to the bathroom to bathe her piercings. James wanted ‘S’ to stay the night, he couldn’t bare the idea of her being on her own in her own flat with sensitive piercings and no one there to comfort her. So he insisted; she put up little defence. She could leave for work on the morrow. She already had some street clothes in his wardrobe; so it was settled.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Training of Slave Selena 14: Public Meeting</title><link>/stories/2009/05/23/the-training-of-slave-selena-14-public-meeting/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 May 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/05/23/the-training-of-slave-selena-14-public-meeting/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 14: Public Meeting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;By the end of the week she had an offer on her flat; it was at the asking price so she accepted it. She began the process of closing one door in preparation of opening another. She took car loads of clothing to various charity shops as well as selling off many of the items she knew she would have no need for in her new life. Her collection of books together with her extensive music collection were packed and sent to her Master’s as was her collection of fetish items.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Training of Slave Selena 12: Stainless Steel Slave</title><link>/stories/2009/05/07/the-training-of-slave-selena-12-stainless-steel-slave/</link><pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/05/07/the-training-of-slave-selena-12-stainless-steel-slave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 12: Stainless Steel Slave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Taking the pad James read the note; his heart skipped a beat. Here was his lover the lady he had fallen head over heels in love with, whom he love beyond life and who also had an intense love of latex rubber; a true fetishist and who reciprocated his love. He couldn’t believe his luck. Here she was kneeling before him in supplication literally begging for an answer to her plea. He had been itching to tell her his innermost thoughts on the matter but now he saw, that her demeanour required a proper response; that of the Master. “Slave stand up and proceed into the play room. Stand in front of the cross. I am going to put you in to strict bondage before I give you any answer.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Training of Slave Selena</title><link>/stories/2009/04/26/the-training-of-slave-selena/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/04/26/the-training-of-slave-selena/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continued from &lt;a href="training_slaveselena5.html"&gt;Part 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Six&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 11: Selena&amp;rsquo;s Birthday Surprise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At work on the Monday Selena’s happiness was obvious as she busied herself with the project. At lunch time she slipped out early dressed in her SBR all tightly buckled and wearing her riding boots; she was off on a mission.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Entering ‘Regulation’ in Islington she went straight to the gag display and sought out the pump up inflatable with a breathing hole through the middle. It had two straps each side which would allow for fasting to her latex helmet. She spent some time perusing the various clothing and items on display and was consumed with curiosity with some of the more esoteric items. She noted that she was running with vaginal juices and was glad she was wearing her latex pants.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Training of Slave Selena</title><link>/stories/2009/03/24/the-training-of-slave-selena/</link><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/03/24/the-training-of-slave-selena/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continued from &lt;a href="training_slaveselena3.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 7: Tight &amp;amp; Tidy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Locking the door to the cottage James turned towards his love identically dressed as him in shiny black one piece PVC suit, crash helmeted and rubber booted with visor up showing just her eyes sparkling. Soon Selena was clinging to her lover two as one as they sped on there way to Selena’s flat in London. The journey was in growing darkness but the earlier rain had been replaced with dryness and the promise of a good day tomorrow. Selena snuggled into her lovers back with her arms tucked between her thighs and James’s hips. She was warm snug and in love, ‘yes’ she mused, this felt different from all the other times she had kidded herself that she was falling in love.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Training of Slave Selena</title><link>/stories/2009/01/04/the-training-of-slave-selena/</link><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/01/04/the-training-of-slave-selena/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continued from &lt;a href="training_slaveselena.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: The Weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Returning that evening from a busy day at work she immediately stripped and showered. Then with mounting excitement, got herself ready for James, first, she slid herself into her latex suit zipping up the back zip; she shuddered with mounting excitement. Next, she fitted her corset a constant companion, admiring the combination of red on the black of her suit. The suit fitted her like a second skin. The breast cups lifted and separated her firm breasts; her nipples hard and swollen showed through the obsidian covering. She was pleased with the effect; pulling on latex gloves she wished she could spend all her time like this.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Training of Slave Selena Chapter 13: Taking Control</title><link>/stories/2008/12/29/the-training-of-slave-selena-chapter-13-taking-control/</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/12/29/the-training-of-slave-selena-chapter-13-taking-control/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 13: Taking Control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was late by the time they returned to James’s flat and they were both happy and contented to be back, ‘S’ retreated to the bathroom to bathe her piercings. James wanted ‘S’ to stay the night, he couldn’t bare the idea of her being on her own in her own flat with sensitive piercings and no one there to comfort her. So he insisted; she put up little defence. She could leave for work on the morrow. She already had some street clothes in his wardrobe; so it was settled.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Training of Slave Selena</title><link>/stories/2008/02/28/the-training-of-slave-selena/</link><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/02/28/the-training-of-slave-selena/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continued from &lt;a href="training_slaveselena2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 5: The Cottage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The walk home was a thoroughly wet affair and they were both looking forward to a shower and a change of clothing. They were both wet under their latex suits from their love making but warm as toast.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Eventually, not before time, the cottage appeared through the steadily falling rain; a haven of rest for them both. James unlocked the door and led Selena into the small hall. They turned to face each other. “Let me help you off with your SBR sweet damsel.” He undid the buttons, belt and neck strap, then the thigh straps and relieved Selena of her trusty mackintosh. She stood latex suited, corseted and looking quite divine, although somewhat dishevelled! Her suit, where moisture had collected had ruckled up, creased into attractive collections of latex. James counted his blessings in having met such a lady.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>