<?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>Inflat on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/inflat/</link><description>Recent content in Inflat on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/inflat/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Five Senses</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/five-senses/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/five-senses/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Well here we go my first delve into the bound story world&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A special day today, all 5 of us were going to be there and we were all told to leave our ballet shoes at home – that could only mean one thing – endurance.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We were all given times to arrive and whoa betide anyone who arrived at the wrong time, so at 12.35 I walked up to the front door and rang the bell, the door was open by the slave who ordered me into the changing room. Hanging there was my black catsuit and my favourite dildo which I gladly slipped in and pulled my catsuit on swiftly and went through to the holding room where the other girls were already.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>