<?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>Vibrate on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/vibrate/</link><description>Recent content in Vibrate 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/vibrate/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>'Layers of Love' Doll</title><link>/stories/2019/05/20/layers-of-love-doll/</link><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/05/20/layers-of-love-doll/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="layersoflovedoll.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layers of Love 2: Play Partner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What am I doing here?” I wondered aloud as I pulled the car into the mansion’s driveway. “Even if he answers, it’s not like he has any reason to take me back.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At the top of the driveway, the mansion sat dark and uninviting. Between the darkness behind the large windows, and the dreary afternoon rain, it couldn’t have mirrored my mood any better. Regardless, I drove up to the front doors—I didn’t know why, but I felt compelled to come back.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Attic</title><link>/stories/2019/03/01/the-attic/</link><pubDate>Fri, 01 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/03/01/the-attic/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi DPGSM here,
After some thought, I&amp;rsquo;ve decided to try to write another story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Story / old Victorian mansion attic, Aunt, mischievous Niece and BFF.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Premise / Aunt has to go out of town on business asks Niece to house sit for a long weekend, Niece asks to bring BFF with her Niece to keep company.
Niece tells BFF about the old Mansion and her Aunt and Uncle and the summers she spent with  them at the house.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Yoko's Experience</title><link>/stories/2018/07/13/yokos-experience/</link><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jul 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/07/13/yokos-experience/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="yokosexperience4.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoko&amp;rsquo;s Experience 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoko&amp;rsquo;s Experience #5: A Prisonic Fairytale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;&amp;hellip;and according to the latest changes in our law, all the citizens are obliged to visit their nearest prison, to experience first hand what does it mean to be a prisoner. The knowledge obtained there is supposed to lower the crime factor, especially amongst the youngsters.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yoko turned off the TV and just a moment later the telephone rang. It was Hikaru. &amp;ldquo;Have you seen the news?&amp;rdquo;, she asked. &amp;ldquo;Yes, I have.&amp;rdquo;, replied Yoko. &amp;ldquo;When are we doing this? I simply can&amp;rsquo;t wait - just try to imagine all the fun we&amp;rsquo;re going to have there!&amp;rdquo;, Hikaru&amp;rsquo;s voice sounded simply ecstatic. &amp;ldquo;Well, why am I not surprised even one bit, you little bondage slut&amp;hellip; But well, a must is a must. Let&amp;rsquo;s do it next Friday, right after work.&amp;rdquo;, said Yoko. &amp;ldquo;I love your attitude. Here I was, thinking that I&amp;rsquo;ll have to drag you to your destination, but it seems that our little miss scaredy cat likes the idea of being a prisoner too.&amp;rdquo;, laughed Hikaru. &amp;ldquo;Of&amp;hellip; Of course I don&amp;rsquo;t! How can you even suggest something so ridiculous?&amp;rdquo;, opposed Yoko. &amp;ldquo;Yeah, yeah, whatever. So this Friday, 4 PM, at my place.&amp;rdquo;, said Hikaru and hanged up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Girl Power</title><link>/stories/2018/04/16/girl-power/</link><pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/16/girl-power/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;In 2035, the science department of Atwater College, a small and
prestigous New England school, was shaken up by the arrival of a shy
exchange student from Poland named Malgorzata. Not that Malgorzata was a
disruptive presence: she was a pleasant-looking but unspectacular blonde,
short and slender, mild-mannered, and very quiet. The reason that
Malgorzata shook up Atwater was that the science department there was
world-class and fiercely competitive, and Malgorzata had been doing some
amazing things with the new techniques in botanical gene-splicing. One by
one, the other students dropped by her lab station to see what she was up
to, and came away buzzing with stories of amazing organic transformations,
far more sophisticated than the college-level work of her peers.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Yoko's Experience 4: The Space Trip</title><link>/stories/2018/02/24/yokos-experience-4-the-space-trip/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Feb 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/02/24/yokos-experience-4-the-space-trip/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="yokosexperience3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoko&amp;rsquo;s Experience 3: The Escape Pod&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoko&amp;rsquo;s Experience #4: The Space Trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Here&amp;rsquo;s your flight suit.&amp;rdquo;, said Hikaru, handing Yoko a bag. &amp;ldquo;You should get changed into it before entering the bridge, otherwise you won&amp;rsquo;t be able to fit into your seat. It has been lubed already. I&amp;rsquo;ll be back in fifteen minutes, so take your time.&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The suit in question consisted of some kind of a one piece body suit with very short sleeves and legs ending at thighs, a pair of long gloves and thigh high boots. Both gloves and boots ended with zippers, suggesting that they can be permanently attached to the main part of the suit. And the boots had a very strange kind of heels. Actually they looked more like a connection between heels and wedges: they started at the insteps, like any kind of standard wedges, but were only 1 cm thin and 10 cm high. They also had two holes at the back: first one just below the heel and the second at the bottom.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rats</title><link>/stories/2017/10/07/rats/</link><pubDate>Sat, 07 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/07/rats/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;So you think it is okay?&amp;rdquo; Robin asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jeanie smiled and said, &amp;ldquo;Oh sure, wipe it out with alcohol, I mean if you are sure that you want to go through with it.&amp;rdquo; She carried a box containing several white rats to the glass habitat. &amp;ldquo;You really have no idea who sent it?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, not at all. It looks like a really nice swimsuit, expensive looking.&amp;rdquo; Robin made some notations on the computer terminal. &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;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?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Forbidden Book</title><link>/stories/2017/01/28/the-forbidden-book/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/01/28/the-forbidden-book/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Gloria has a different interpretation of The Forbidden Book
What would you do if you knew that a book that everyone else thought was mindless pornography was actually a communications handbook?
If you ain’t a Sci-Fi Geek, you ain’t going to like this one. Mild erotica, but very interesting Sci-Fi concept.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Wife on Display</title><link>/stories/2015/11/14/wife-on-display/</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/11/14/wife-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;From time to time I have these erotic/bdsm dreams or fantasies and every once and a while I want to act out one of them. Last month I told my husband, Techster, about a dream that I had where I was naked on a rotating pedestal before a group of artists. Techster will always help me make my dreams come true, especially if it has me being naked, teased sexually and begging for him to give me an orgasm. This dream came a reality when he spotted a four-foot long piece of the three foot diameter round thick walled tubing that was being used as a form for concrete columns during construction. He tossed the tube in the back of his trusty old diesel pick up truck and brought it home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Body Mold Mistake</title><link>/stories/2014/05/04/body-mold-mistake/</link><pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/05/04/body-mold-mistake/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lori had been dating Jim for a few months and both had enjoyed each other’s fascination with bondage since they met, when Lori had replied to an ad Jim had run looking for models to make body molds for his art. She responded mostly because she wanted to experience being cast in some form of restricting material unsure of what exactly he would use but willing to try anything, she got along with Jim immediately and over the next few weeks Jim had casted her hands then her legs as they both flirted and teased each other about going further with the casting process and Lori teasing him about not taking long enough before releasing her, indicating she wanted to stay in the cast longer. Jim had asked her to do a lower body and leg cast and when she quickly agreed without asking how much he knew she was really into the restriction of the process and was going to see just how much.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Body Mold Mistake</title><link>/stories/2014/05/04/body-mold-mistake/</link><pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/05/04/body-mold-mistake/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lori had been dating Jim for a few months and both had enjoyed each other’s fascination with bondage since they met, when Lori had replied to an ad Jim had run looking for models to make body molds for his art. She responded mostly because she wanted to experience being cast in some form of restricting material unsure of what exactly he would use but willing to try anything, she got along with Jim immediately and over the next few weeks Jim had casted her hands then her legs as they both flirted and teased each other about going further with the casting process and Lori teasing him about not taking long enough before releasing her, indicating she wanted to stay in the cast longer. Jim had asked her to do a lower body and leg cast and when she quickly agreed without asking how much he knew she was really into the restriction of the process and was going to see just how much.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Candle Factory</title><link>/stories/2008/04/30/the-candle-factory/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/04/30/the-candle-factory/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Julie would never have gotten caught if she had thought about the system backups. And I never
would have done anything about it if she hadn&amp;rsquo;t lied to me about messing with my machine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I work for Julie&amp;rsquo;s father, or I should say I am a one-fourth partner with her father in a candle
factory. We specialize in &amp;ldquo;hand dipped&amp;rdquo; candles. Actually it is only the outer two or three layers
of colored wax that are hand dipped. The rest is done by a machine which I invented. We supply
these &amp;ldquo;hand dipped cores&amp;rdquo; to a wide variety of small candle companies throughout the United
States and Canada.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Yoko's Experience 1: The Massage Center</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/yokos-experience-1-the-massage-center/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/yokos-experience-1-the-massage-center/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoko&amp;rsquo;s Experience #1: The Massage Center&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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&amp;rsquo;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&amp;rsquo;t get disappointed. Being curious by nature, Yoko decided to check it out at the next weekend.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Yoko's Experience 2: The Extended Program</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/yokos-experience-2-the-extended-program/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/yokos-experience-2-the-extended-program/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="yokosexperience.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoko&amp;rsquo;s Experience 1: The Massage Center&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoko&amp;rsquo;s Experience #2: The Extended Program&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Two months have passed since Yoko&amp;rsquo;s first visit to the massage center near the station, a visit which left quite an impact in her everyday life. Yoko couldn&amp;rsquo;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&amp;hellip; 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. &amp;ldquo;They may not be very high, but there&amp;rsquo;s no rush, I&amp;rsquo;ll just take things slowly.&amp;rdquo;, she thought practicing in them as often as she could.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>