<?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>Hog Sack on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/hog-sack/</link><description>Recent content in Hog Sack on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 07 May 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/hog-sack/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Into Your Birthday Suit...!</title><link>/stories/2011/05/07/into-your-birthday-suit.../</link><pubDate>Sat, 07 May 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/05/07/into-your-birthday-suit.../</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Happy birthday darling!&amp;rdquo;
I unwrapped the rather heavy package left at the end of the bed, &amp;ldquo;hope you like it&amp;rdquo; came from the bathroom.
The paper fell away revealing a thick plastic bag, I unwrapped this, and to my surprise, a large pile of heavy thick shiny rubber poured through my hands into my lap. It felt so smooth, so so smooth and soft.
&amp;ldquo;Well what do you think?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;What is it?&amp;rdquo; I asked.
She grabbed the super shiny pile, shook it out and there and behold she held up a suit, a very shiny rubber suit, but with a difference.
&amp;ldquo;&amp;hellip;and guess what birthday boy, you are going in it now!&amp;rdquo;
I looked at her questioningly, &amp;ldquo;Its quite simple, its your turn to play slave, i&amp;rsquo;ve had enough of the chains and cuffs, its your turn or no more games, understand?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>