<?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>Sheath on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/sheath/</link><description>Recent content in Sheath on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/sheath/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Latex Skin</title><link>/stories/2023/06/06/latex-skin/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/06/latex-skin/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the slightly dim room the streamer sat with her legs tucked and her head lying in her lap. There was a neon-lit computer on the table, several monitors illuminated the streamer with a blue glow, a Blue Yeti microphone stood next to the RGB keyboard and mouse that was smoothly controlled by a woman&amp;rsquo;s hand covered in black nylon. If someone went into this room, he could immediately say that a gamer nerd lived here, but if there wasn&amp;rsquo;t a bunch of different women&amp;rsquo;s clothing scattered around, it would mostly be hosiery of various colors and thicknesses. The webcam&amp;rsquo;s lens caught a slightly open wardrobe, in which could be seen even more clothes, shown only to VIP users.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Impulsive Purchase</title><link>/stories/2023/05/14/impulsive-purchase/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/05/14/impulsive-purchase/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was an impulse purchase to say the least. Kelly had also been drunk as hell. Yet she had managed to go online and purchase the kinky costume. The price on the package’s invoice read $160.50 and there were no returns. She was a little depressed about the loss of her money, but at least shipping had been free.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The label on the box had a picture that showed a very well proportioned woman in a skintight black rubber suit covering every single inch of her body except her mouth. It showed off every curve on the woman&amp;rsquo;s body, but that wasn&amp;rsquo;t what made it kinky. The suit had crimson red nipples and a very realistic looking red vagina at the crotch. If that wasn&amp;rsquo;t kinky enough, the one opening, the mouth, was surrounded by a set of very large juicy red lips that left an inch between the suit and wearer’s lips. It was somewhat comical and very kinky to her. There were no eyes on the suit, but there were supposed to be hundreds of tiny holes where the eyes were so the wearer could see well enough to party.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Be Prepared</title><link>/stories/2021/11/25/be-prepared/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/11/25/be-prepared/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="1"&gt;1.&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My phone beeps. I read the text message. One word ‘Prepare’. I quickly finish up my work for the day and log off, then head up to the bathroom. Using the douche bulb already prepared I clean out my arse until the expulsion runs clear. Next I shower and dry myself, then rub dressing aid all over.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The clothes I am to wear are already laid out for me, shiny and slick. On top of the pile is an anal plug, 15cm long and nearly 10cm round the widest part. I lubricate it thoroughly, then rub lube into the cleft of my ass and into my anus. Kneeling, I lean forward, sticking my ass backwards and relaxing my muscles. As I push the plug I feel myself give, and slowly encompass its girth. Once past the widest point it slides home, the t-bar base sitting snugly between my cheeks. Next I rub lubricant on my hairless genitals. I am already erect. I take the cock and ball sheath and rub a little lube inside it, then pull it on. My erection fills it completely, and when I have pulled it over my balls it exerts a uniform pressure on my entire genitals. When I stand I feel them hanging heavily between my legs, and swaying when I walk. The feeling is unbelievably erotic, and I feel myself growing larger, adding to the pressure.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hosed Honeys</title><link>/stories/2020/04/20/hosed-honeys/</link><pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/04/20/hosed-honeys/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1-bored"&gt;Part 1: “Bored”&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I swiped my student card as I passed the cashier in the canteen. Around dinner time it was usually quiet, with only a few students left, dispersed around the establishment. I liked it here. The food was on par, and we were on good terms with the staff. Isabelle followed me with her tray and we sat down at one of the corner tables.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Quite a shitty exam. I don’t think I’ll pass this one” I talked with a mouthful of spaghetti.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Summer Of Dares 12: Embracing my Canine Transformation</title><link>/stories/2017/09/04/my-summer-of-dares-12-embracing-my-canine-transformation/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/04/my-summer-of-dares-12-embracing-my-canine-transformation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mysummerofdares11.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Summer Of Dares 11: My Full Dogification&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 12: Embracing my Canine Transformation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t try the stairs yet, they&amp;rsquo;re likely to be a little tricky with your new legs&amp;rdquo; Gregory warned.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I made respectful eye contact by way of an answer, I not needing to be told that words were reserved for the humans in the room and not I. I had dreamed about this level of control, although in those I had been bound in more traditional ways, still being &amp;ldquo;forced&amp;rdquo; to walk around on my padded knuckles and knees was a submissive turn on. I was free to move about, but not humanly so with my legs trapped by my new toys, being both bound and free at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Shimmerdance</title><link>/stories/2016/01/13/shimmerdance/</link><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/01/13/shimmerdance/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Short description: After a college girl Sarah accidentally sees the private pantyhose encasement video starring her dance instructor Janet, she gets intrigued by the fetish and decides to explore it fully by asking the same instructor for guidance.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Yes my dears, and to learn the technique properly I’ll give you my private recordings of dance performances when I was your age. Luckily I still kept the footage at the bottom of some old stash. I know that you attend my classes for the fitness aspect, but try to learn some pro moves too.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sushi Bar of Kink</title><link>/stories/2014/07/16/sushi-bar-of-kink/</link><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/07/16/sushi-bar-of-kink/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is a fictional story, about a young man named Pat, about 22 years of age, going to a sushi restaurant unlike any other with friends. The story is open-ended to the point where others can write themselves into the story. There are a few clues as to what to do and most of all I hope you enjoy the story.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My friends and I all decided to get sushi the other night. This is one part of the tale from that night. This sushi place was like no other restaurant in the area. There were quite a few sushi and hibachi restaurants, but this one brought the kink out of all of us. I personally, had no idea what we were going to, but I was fortunate enough to bring along several zentai suits, like I always do. I had chosen to wear a shiny black spandex zentai suit with a cock sheath underneath my vanilla clothing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><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>Turn of Events 5: Departing Events</title><link>/stories/2008/04/03/turn-of-events-5-departing-events/</link><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/04/03/turn-of-events-5-departing-events/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is a continuation of &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="turnofevents4.html"&gt;Part 4: Another Turn of Events&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;rdquo; which you&amp;rsquo;ll find posted here. This is a work of fiction of a sexual nature with mature themes. If that&amp;rsquo;s not your cup of tea (we&amp;rsquo;ll ignore the obvious question as to why you&amp;rsquo;re visiting this site), read something else. If you think this is you - it&amp;rsquo;s not because I don&amp;rsquo;t know anyone that&amp;rsquo;s ever had this happen to them. Copyright remains with me unless specifically released, although reposting to sites without any membership fees is permitted.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Summer Of Dares 11: My Full Dogification</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-11-my-full-dogification/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-11-my-full-dogification/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mysummerofdares10.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Summer Of Dares 10: With Friends Like These&amp;hellip;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 11: My Full Dogification&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I was having a dream Gregory. Your not going to rat me out to the girls for that, are you?&amp;rdquo; I asked reasonably in the same silent whisper as he had used. I was angry, or perhaps frustrated at being interrupted so close to relief and I knew it came out in my tone.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Leather Twins Part 10: Masterpiece</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-leather-twins-part-10-masterpiece/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-leather-twins-part-10-masterpiece/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="leather_twins09.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Leather Twins Part 9: Drink Your Milk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Ten - Masterpiece&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 19 – “Wheeled
Clean Outs!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Chinese beauties were now tolerating harsher and more complex bondage
situations as Karen and I used all our ingenuity to train them.  Our
current project was a lead up to a masterpiece and we had spent a long
time planning how it would be done.   Early in the day they had
both been fed and showered and now sat in the playroom, bound hand and
foot, watching our preparations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Leather Twins Part 11: It Never Rains but It Pours</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-leather-twins-part-11-it-never-rains-but-it-pours/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-leather-twins-part-11-it-never-rains-but-it-pours/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="leather_twins10.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Leather Twins Part 10: Masterpiece&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Eleven - It Never Rains but It Pours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 21 – It Never
Rains But It Pours!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;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.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Secret</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-secret/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-secret/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Looking at what happened yesterday, I realized that my life would never
be the same. Curt had phoned me at the office and wanted to see me at lunch.
He asked me to meet him at the Wilshire Room, a pretty exclusive spot about
ten minutes walk from the office. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t really sure what was up as I
picked up my bag and headed for the door. Walking out into the bright sunlight,
I headed for the restaurant. Each step produced a swishing sound as the
latex legs of the bike shorts I was wearing under my dress brushed against
one another. I looked furtively about wondering if passer-by&amp;rsquo;s heard the
sound and guessed my secret. I shouldn&amp;rsquo;t have been concerned. I did begin
to worry a little that sweat may find its way out from the bottom of the
shorts and spot my dress. I remember the giggles from kids one day when
I had made the mistake of jogging with just the shorts under my fleece
suit and the sweat spread about my legs. I never made that mistake again;
I wear full latex coverage when I jog now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>