Bagging on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Playtime with Linda

Sun, 28 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000

With thanks to Linda (dirty_trashbag_girl)

I met Linda through Fetlife and a couple of other trashbagging groups, we began just by messaging about our mutual interests in bags, trash and compactors, then we started roleplaying and developed a few good scenarios that we played out online. Linda or myself would get into a trashbag and play what the other directed, it was all great fun and we developed a rapport and trust over time that eventually allowed us to meet in person.

All Taped Up

Tue, 12 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000

In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies.

It had been a while since Ian had taken his little slave girl to the edge and he thought it was about time she had a work out. That evening when he returned from work he whispered in Diane’s ear that tonight was going to be special and throughout dinner her mind wandered to thoughts of breath play. Ian left the table early to go upstairs and prepare for Diane’s play. He had a surprise for her too, which he had purchased that very afternoon from the local sports shop; he looked forward to seeing the look on her face when she saw what he had bought for her.

Cupboard Play

Thu, 05 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Master leads Diane his slave girl to the bedroom, he can see the excitement in her eyes as he crushes her soft hand in his. He has all the equipment ready laid out on the bed and she looks at this with trepidation at first but then a quiver runs through her whole body as she realises how good this will feel.

Tales of Green Valley

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

Previous Green Valley Tale: Part 12: Just Walking Home

Tales of Green Valley #13: Last Halloween (Specially written for the Hallloween Special 2014)

Samhain is coming. Ok, you probably just know it as Halloween. It’s a bit more to a witch as its New Year’s Eve. It’s also the time of the year when the veil separating the living from those who have passed is weakest. That means that those of us on the living side can use our knowledge and powers to make contact. And that makes it possible to borrow strength or even enlist the aid of those beyond. And that’s where the trouble starts. As is true in all living creatures with any power to reason, some choose to be good and others choose a darker path. Obviously humans do. But many animals make decisions and behave accordingly. But I am not going to bore you with how all that works. Just wanted you to know that the scary Halloween witches are not all there is. You see, I’m a good witch and a novice at it. I try to use my limited powers and skills to nudge nature to help good people. There are good people on the other side too. Halloween gives the good guys a chance to balance things. Who do you think guided people to turn the mundane Halloween into a time for candy and treats? And got parents to have fun and protect the kids? The GOOD witches, that’s who. Which has not gone over well with the bad ones as you might expect Like most witches, I don’t reveal myself. It’s not Salem, but we do have those who think all witches are bad. I don’t wear a lot of black or a pointed hat. I can’t fly a broom, and although quidditch sounds like fun, I don’t think it’s real. I don’t have a web site or store offering love potions. If you need my help and know and believe in natural magic, like will attract like. And of course a bad witch can spot me fairly easily. It’s the glowing spectral aura and all that. Unfortunately, the bad ones are more of a dark blur, a hole, so if I don’t pay attention it’s easy to miss one, and I am new at this. Karlina fooled me totally. Karlina was a girl I met in college when I considered pledging her sorority. I didn’t join hers, and now I know how BAD that would have turned out. But she stayed friendly and we had a similar schedule and studied together a lot. We drifted apart when I got involved with a French Canadian guy named Henri. I missed it totally, but the bitch thought I had stolen him. She thought my trashbagging kink was how I had hooked him. Totally backwards. He awoke that desire in me. And a lot more desire for sex as well. I learned last year, she was one of those revenge is a dish best served cold types. So last year in early October, Karlina gives me a call. She’s back in school working on an MBA and remembered I had gone to work for Disposal Solutions. She wanted to interview me for her thesis about investing in privately held companies. I had actually recently quit working for Disposal Solutions and become Jack Morgan’s “kept” woman to use to old fashioned term. But he was a manager for the company and we lived in Green Valley, the company town. So I still knew enough or Jack did, to help her. I got her an invitation to visit Green Valley and arranged for her to stay at the old Hotel Heaven. I now understand why she hesitated when she heard that name. I met her train and we had the friendly hug like we used to. Well we had done a lot more than hug during some of those all-nighter study sessions but none of the old exploratory fires were burning, at least for me. We spent that afternoon giving her a tour of Green Valley and the Disposal Solutions facilities. Jack would not be back till tomorrow as he spends a couple of days each week outside the Valley at the company headquarters.