<?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>M2f-Object on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/m2f-object/</link><description>Recent content in M2f-Object on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/m2f-object/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Revenge of the Punching Bags</title><link>/stories/2016/07/18/revenge-of-the-punching-bags/</link><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/18/revenge-of-the-punching-bags/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;No one would have believed that I would end up as the plastic prisoner of an inflated punching bag. More precisely I was the inflated plastic slavedoll of the Bobo the Clown character that had been printed on the punching bag that I had owned and used as a masturbating toy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had received an all-expenses-paid vacation on a semi-tropical island and, though caution would have dictated that I check out the organization offering the trip, I couldn&amp;rsquo;t resist going. So I packed my bag and went to the airport at the designated time. There were only about a dozen people on the flight and the flight seemed to go quickly, though we had a long way to go. From the island&amp;rsquo;s small airport we were taken to a plush hotel. There I was taken to a suite that consisted of a sitting room, a bedroom, and a bathroom.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>