<?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>Weird Thoughts on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/weird-thoughts/</link><description>Recent content in Weird Thoughts on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/weird-thoughts/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Rubber Ducky</title><link>/stories/2016/06/27/rubber-ducky/</link><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/06/27/rubber-ducky/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Why do I do things like this to myself pondered Diane as she gazed down at the rubber ducky at the bottom of the 10 gallon trashcan? The answer to that was self evident. Diane was a pain slut who loved coming up with unique ways to torment herself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She might have out done herself this time. The key to her self imposed bondage was the key that hung around rubber ducky’s neck on a string. It would be an easy thing to reach down and retrieve rubber ducky if she wasn’t so confined. Her wrists were held in place by manacles padlocked to rings on either side of her favorite chastity belt, the one with oversized vibrating plugs fore and aft.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>