<?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>Bella_Bubby on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/bella_bubby/</link><description>Recent content in Bella_Bubby on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/bella_bubby/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Confidential Package</title><link>/stories/2003/06/10/confidential-package/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/06/10/confidential-package/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Confidential Package
by bella_bubby
Confidential Package
* * * * * * * *   PART 1   * * * * * * * *&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hear a knock at the door, answer it, but no one is there. I look down
and there sits a large box with my name stamped on top. With great difficulty
I drag the box inside. Across the wooden crate in big red letters reads
CONFIDENTIAL. I wasn’t expecting anything, maybe I won a competition or
something, but what sort of prize would be so secret. I go into the laundry
and grab my tool kit, grabbing the biggest claw hammer I have. I start
to pry the lid off, when I hear a faint noise come from within the box.
I try to peak in through the tiny gap, but its too dark inside to see anything
apart from the faint shine of something metallic looking. I can still hear
the faint noise, almost like breathing coming from inside that crate. That’s
it…I want to know whats in that box. So frustrated with not knowing, I
start laying into the box, ripping the lid off. As I do all four sides
of the box collapse revealing a cold metal cage…but its whats inside the
cage that interests me more… As I go in for a closer look, I hear another
knock at the door. I go out and there at my feet is yet another box, this
one much smaller and un-marked, only characterised by a large red ribbon.
I untie the ribbon and as it falls to the ground I open the box and peer
inside to see a large array of toys. Not toys a child would play with,
but adult toys, vibrators, nipple clamps, even an electrode kit. As I move
everything about in the box, having a look at the assortment, I see writing
on the bottom of the box. I move everything aside to see the note…’Do with
me as thou wilt…I am yours!’&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>