<?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>Skirt on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/skirt/</link><description>Recent content in Skirt on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/skirt/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Promises, promises</title><link>/stories/2017/12/04/promises-promises/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/12/04/promises-promises/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is a True Story of my time with Master Chet, it contains bondage, submission and light bdsm - enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For my 48th birthday I went to dinner with one of my dearest and most trusted friends/Master, Chet, who is 66 years old and loves to keep me tied and wriggling for what seems an eternity as he continually teases me with promises of orgasms that may or not be given to me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Katja The Toy at The House of Lust 2: Sign in for the Duty</title><link>/stories/2017/09/12/katja-the-toy-at-the-house-of-lust-2-sign-in-for-the-duty/</link><pubDate>Tue, 12 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/12/katja-the-toy-at-the-house-of-lust-2-sign-in-for-the-duty/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from the &lt;a href="katja1.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2: SIGN IN FOR THE DUTY - STAY FOR GOOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Stately Welcoming Attire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The view inside the door makes Katja stop abruptly on her unsteady heels and also almost stop all her bodily functions. Except for the marble floor and supporting pillars and supporting structures, the walls are lined with rather posh, dark mahogany panels and some black, shiny and puffy upholstery that, in Katja’s eyes can only be - rubber. The furniture in the lobby are a combination of the same dark mahogany and rubber lining, some black but there are other accent colours as well. And to fit to the scene, two creatures that most likely are young and well-proportioned females under all that latex but by the looks, one would guess are kinky, life-size sex dolls instead. Except, one of them just spoke. Incoherently. By closer inspection, it’s a wonder she is still able to speak in the first place.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Katja The Toy at The House of Lust 1: Ready, Set, Squeak!</title><link>/stories/2017/08/15/katja-the-toy-at-the-house-of-lust-1-ready-set-squeak/</link><pubDate>Tue, 15 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/08/15/katja-the-toy-at-the-house-of-lust-1-ready-set-squeak/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from the &lt;a href="katja.html"&gt;prologue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1: READY, SET, SQUEAK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting Ready - And Nervous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In her scientific studies on finding if one can really overdose on orga&amp;ndash; Ehh. The passing days had gone by like molasses flow down the tree trunk: you wait for it to happen but get bored to watch. Katja has managed, surprisingly, somewhat keep up with her exercise schedule, visiting the gym and with the spring weather advancing, even prepping up her bicycle and going out for long rides. On Friday she had an earlier scheduled meeting for a “real” job in another software house and being the responsible person she did go and try her best - resulting with the usual “don’t call us, we’ll call you.” Finding a paying job would be vital in every way but seems the financial situation isn’t what it should be.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Perfect</title><link>/stories/2016/12/03/perfect/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/12/03/perfect/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ok, Miss Stanton, your request has been filed and will be carried out.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Good,&amp;rdquo; Mary Stanton replied. &amp;ldquo;But run through it one more time, please. I want to make sure you have the details exact.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, Ma&amp;rsquo;am. Per your request, electrical service to your residence will be shut off at precisely five this evening.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Precisely. I&amp;rsquo;m going on a trip, and that&amp;rsquo;s the exact time I&amp;rsquo;ll be leaving. I want the lights out when I lock the door.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Little Garden Time</title><link>/stories/2016/05/31/a-little-garden-time/</link><pubDate>Tue, 31 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/05/31/a-little-garden-time/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I have enjoyed self-bondage for such a long time. I try to be as creative as I can without putting myself into a position I don’t want to be in. I do have anxiety so it gets scary sometimes. We bought a new house and had just moved in. I was working from home and have been spending time scouting the new home for ideas. I could see an abundance in my opinion. This is a description of my first SB adventure in my new home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>From Top to Bottom 2: Getting to Know You</title><link>/stories/2015/12/01/from-top-to-bottom-2-getting-to-know-you/</link><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/12/01/from-top-to-bottom-2-getting-to-know-you/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="fromtoptobottom.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Two – Getting to Know You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Two more weeks went by, and we met each Saturday, got a room and pleasured ourselves, sometimes masked and sometimes not. We were now very comfortable with each other and our roles. We did pretty well everything we could, me only passing on the “buggeree” role. Ryan made no big deal of this, just laughing and saying I didn’t know what I was missing, and don’t knock it till you have tried it, and so on. But I could see that he was maybe a bit frustrated with it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Latex Reunion</title><link>/stories/2013/08/04/latex-reunion/</link><pubDate>Sun, 04 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/08/04/latex-reunion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Abstract: Kristin and Angie met in college, got deeply in
to a fetishistic lesbian relationship, then parted when they graduated. Now, several years later, they plan a reunion in New York City
where Kristin becomes the willing victim of Angie&amp;rsquo;s endless sadism.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2 id="chapter-1-preparation"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: Preparation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kristin had been shopping for weeks to find just the right items for the night she was to get together with an old girlfriend from college. Over the few years since their graduation, they had been in touch via E-Mail, and found the sexual interest they had in each other during college intensifying over time. They were both gorgeous young women, Kristin a 24 year-old blonde with a banking job, and her friend
Angie a 26 year old PhD student with long brown hair.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ready to Play?</title><link>/stories/2002/05/08/ready-to-play/</link><pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/05/08/ready-to-play/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A gift for Jennifer has unintended consequences
for Stacey as she discovers who her friends really are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was finally Friday afternoon. It was
almost time to go home and do nothing but relax. I would normally
go out with some friends for dinner and dancing but tonight I wanted to
do nothing. Nothing—it just sounded perfect. It had been a
long week and I was tired.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am a manager of an accounting office.
I started as a file clerk six years ago. I quickly became a secretary
and when Jennifer said she was leaving to get married, I was offered her
position as office manager. That was three long months ago.
There were two other women who had more seniority but Mark, the managing
partner of the firm, pushed hard for my promotion. The promotion
ended my friendship with the other women in my office. I overheard
them once too many times talking amongst themselves and offering suggestions
as
to why I was promoted over one of them. The rumors they spread were
not true but I knew the other partners had heard them and would occasionally
look at me with a wondrous eye.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>