Swimsuit on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Leon City Stories

Sat, 07 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000

23: Summer at Bondage School Part 2

“Mom, Mom, look what I drew!” my daughter’s bright voice called after me and I looked up from my breakfast. She held up the drawing she had been working on all Sunday morning.

“That looks wonderful, Tamara,” I said, beaming with joy and carefully took the picture from her to spread it out on the table in front of me.

“Honey, look what our daughter has painted!” I said to Bruce, who immediately put his newspaper aside and picked up our daughter so that we could admire her work of art together.

The Sorcerer's Apprentice

Wed, 28 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Part 5

There was something strangely relaxing about being bound, a curious kind of serenity that came from submitting to the inescapable embrace of skillfully applied bondage. Or at least that had always been Brianna Wilde’s experience. It was a lesson she had learned long ago, a thesis written night after night as she experimented with binding herself, studying the intricacies of rope and fantasizing all of the while of the exotically beautiful women next door she’d wished were tying her down. Of course, in those days she had never daring to dream that those fantasies could ever become reality and, looking back now, it brought a tiny and almost rueful smile to her face. Not only had her fantasies become reality but she was even lucky enough to live openly with the women she had desired for so long. Welcomed into their home as their lover, their plaything, their… theirs. Fact really was stranger than fiction it seemed. But, whatever the case may be, the sheer joy she took in submission remained. It was more than just the deep and sensuous eroticism that she had found in yielding to Sofia and Roxanna’s touch, the shiver that traveled down her spine at being their plaything. No, when the kiss of leather or the bite of the rope touched her skin her entire being seemed to find its center, tension and stress flowing from her body as she gave herself over to her bonds. A sense of peace and calmness that seemed to envelope her in its entirety. Beyond the thrill of being made helpless, there was something almost inexplicable about it. The strange juxtaposition that the tighter her body was restrained the freer she seemed to become. There was a pleasure in giving up control, a pleasure that was almost sexual in its own right and in every touch, every knot she could feel her mistresses’ love, the reward for the absolute trust she held in them that she willingly and eagerly allowed them to do this to her. Even now, after all she had experienced, thinking about it brought a smile to her lips and a blush to her cheeks.

Lindsey Stirling And The Mistress Of Tides

Sat, 02 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Lindsey Stirling had woken up that morning in a lovely little beach cabin she had rented. From the bedroom window she could see the wonderful waters of the Mediterranean Sea. As she gazed at the waves from the soft plush bed she was laying in she suddenly felt the inspiration to go and play a song of hers on her violin. She quickly hopped out of bed slipping into a simple black one piece swimsuit that was modest and showed very little skin. What it lacked in the showing skin department it made up for by enhancing and glorifying her every curve.

Rats

Sat, 07 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000

“So you think it is okay?” Robin asked.

Jeanie smiled and said, “Oh sure, wipe it out with alcohol, I mean if you are sure that you want to go through with it.” She carried a box containing several white rats to the glass habitat. “You really have no idea who sent it?”

“No, not at all. It looks like a really nice swimsuit, expensive looking.” Robin made some notations on the computer terminal. “You’re missing a few rats. It is not made of anything I have seen before, almost like latex. Have you ever worn latex garments before?”

Stop Yer Tickling!

Tue, 27 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a sequel to “Drip, Drip” featuring the same characters. It can be read as a stand-alone story though.

STOP YER TICKLING!

Will you stop yer tickling, Jock! Oh, stop yer tickling, Jock! Dinna mak’ me laugh so hearty, Or you’ll mak me choke. Oh, I wish you’d stop yer nonsense, Just look at all the folk. Will yer stop yer tic-kle-ing, tic-kle-ic-kle-ing. Stop yer tickling Jock!

Drip, Drip

Tue, 03 May 2011 00:00:00 +0000

DRIP, DRIP

Geoffrey was laid out naked on a table: secured firmly to it by a broad metal band that covered his middle and pressed his arms against his sides. The room the table was in was well lit by lamps in the corners of the room and five feet above him was a small water tank with a tap suspended over his forehead. Splash! The water dripped down on him, causing his body to jerk. He counted one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine … Splash! The water dripped down and Geoffrey spasmed again. He counted the seconds and the water dripped down a third time. It must have been an hour or more since he was put in here. Geoffrey couldn’t tell as his watch had been taken away with his clothes. Sometimes the droplets of water splashed into his eyes and ran down his cheeks. The idea being to wear down his stamina. He’d also heard that it was also to wear a groove in his forehead. Why, he thought. He had two holes in his head for his nostrils; two for his ears; two for his eyes; one for his mouth and the one his brain leaked out of. The dripping water had been disconcerting at first, but he’d eventually got used to it. He’d even been able to doze for a short time; still feeling the drops on him. He was also enjoying the thrill of being naked and tied up. Especially when Su - Lin came in. Geoffrey felt his restrained penis swell. She was Chinese and had a shapely figure highlighted by the strapless, floral-print swimsuit she wore. She wore her brown hair in a fringe and her heart-shaped face had wide brown eyes and full lips. “How old are you?” he’d asked her as he was stripped and tied up. “Twenty-two,” she’d told him, before postioning the water tank overhead on a rail and leaving, locking the door behind her. She bent over him; making sure he had had a full view of her clevage to torment him more. “Little slant-eyed bitch,” Geoffrey thought, “I want you but you’ve got me.” “How are you getting on?” she purred. “All right thank you,” Geoffrey answered chirpily. “Thanks for the water. I haven’t been thirsty.” The girl smiled. “Are you ready to talk?” “Talk about what?” Geoffrey asked. Su - Lin put her hands on his chest and massaged his breasts; kneeding his nipples between her fingers. Geoffrey tensed and wished he could be released. “You know what you want to tell me,” she cooed, “Whether you want this to go on, or do you want it to stop?” “Give me a big kiss and I’ll tell you,” Geoffrey smiled. Su - Lin smiled back: “You know I can’t do that. Not yet.” She pinched his nipples causing him to wince.

Yoko's Experience 1: The Massage Center

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

Yoko’s Experience #1: The Massage Center

Yoko heard about this new massage center by the station, which opened one month ago, from her friend Hikaru. Already being a regular there, Hikaru just couldn’t stop talking about how great she felt after each session. But when asked directly what makes them so pleasurable, she just gave a mysterious smile and said that Yoko should try it for herself and she won’t get disappointed. Being curious by nature, Yoko decided to check it out at the next weekend.

Yoko's Experience 2: The Extended Program

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

(story continues from Yoko’s Experience 1: The Massage Center)

Yoko’s Experience #2: The Extended Program

Two months have passed since Yoko’s first visit to the massage center near the station, a visit which left quite an impact in her everyday life. Yoko couldn’t fully understand that herself, but this unforgettable time, which she spent being totally helpless in the clutches of that crazy tickling machine, changed her routines a lot. Most important changes concerned her personal dress code: she stopped wearing her favourite thigh high socks. Well, in fact she stopped wearing any kind of socks or other legwear, preferring to walk barefoot in every type of shoes - be it sneakers, school loafers, mary janes, ballerinas or even rain boots. She also started wearing high heels. Alright, actually they were wedges with 0,5 inches platform at the front and 3 inches at the heel, but still… They were red and looked like standard flips-flops, but had an additional straps over the toes, which greatly added to their stability. Yoko fell in love with them as soon as she tried them on at the shop and bought them instantly. “They may not be very high, but there’s no rush, I’ll just take things slowly.”, she thought practicing in them as often as she could.