<?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>Isolation-Tank on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/isolation-tank/</link><description>Recent content in Isolation-Tank on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/isolation-tank/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Tales of the Tinkerer</title><link>/stories/2016/11/11/tales-of-the-tinkerer/</link><pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/11/11/tales-of-the-tinkerer/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1: A Trial Run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was a tinkerer. She liked to make things. She loved to make little gadgets just to amuse herself. Her favorite thing to make was gear for her hobby: BDSM. She was always coming up with new bondage gear to make the experience even more enjoyable. Sometimes inspiration would hit her in the strangest places.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was shopping at Walmart during back to school season. Strolling down the aisle she came across an amusing little device called a slap ruler. It was a brightly colored silicone ruler with a flexible steel core that wrapped itself around your arm becoming a bracelet. Now there was an idea.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>