<?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>Container on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/container/</link><description>Recent content in Container on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 04 Apr 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/container/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Box</title><link>/stories/2019/04/04/the-box/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 Apr 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/04/04/the-box/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Carol was having second or even third thoughts about what she had done. She had let her wildest fantasies and kinks control her way of thinking. Her desire had led to serious trouble with no hope of escape or release. She sat there shaking in her full body bondage as the sun kissed her thick latex suit. She moaned quietly behind the massive gag she had given herself. She had just ended her life in many ways. All because her pussy was turned on by bondage, latex, gags, isolation, sensory deprivation and other sick and twisted ideas. Even going over it now was making her wet. For fuck sake why was she so disgusting and inhuman. As a tear rolled over her tightly rubberised face.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Fifty Litres</title><link>/stories/2014/12/30/fifty-litres/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/12/30/fifty-litres/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I found the heavy duty white nylon container at an auction; it was approx. 50 litres 2ft in diameter and probably 3ft deep with two handles built into it on the top. On seeing it my thoughts instantly turned to self-bondage applications. At the bottom was a nylon tap. I waited impatiently at the auction for the container to come round; it went for only a few pounds, I paid for it and rushed it home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tupperware Girl</title><link>/stories/2007/06/04/tupperware-girl/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/06/04/tupperware-girl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Ian undressed his little slave girl ready for her pre-bondage bath.
He liked to pamper her beforehand to give her that sense of belonging;
not merely one of his possessions. Kissing her passionately as he slowly
bathed her eager body. Every nerve jingling at the impending games. He
then wrapped Diane in a large fluffy towel and led her to the bedroom.
She felt like she was the most loved sex slave in the whole world as her
Master sat her down on the edge of the bed and held her tightly in his
strong arms. He kissed her again and told her he loved her. She looked
longingly into his passionate eyes, before surveying the equipment for
tonight’s play on the bed. Her eyes then drifted towards the open plastic
storage container at the foot of the bed. A shiver went down her spine
as she saw it gleaming in the light. Her thoughts turned to of how she
would possibly fit inside that small space, making her pussy twitch slightly.
Her Master had particularly made the point of telling her its dimensions
to further enhance the effect. Thirty-two inches long, seventeen inches
wide and a mere fifteen inches deep. It seemed almost impossible that her
little body could squeeze into such a space.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>