<?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>Toys Insert on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/toys-insert/</link><description>Recent content in Toys Insert on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/toys-insert/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Kingdom</title><link>/stories/2018/04/12/the-kingdom/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/12/the-kingdom/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="kingdom1.html"&gt;chapter one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2: The Hunt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I awoke abruptly to the sound of loud foghorn in the distance. Three consecutive blows to be exact. I shivered as I inhaled a deep breath of crisp morning air. I groaned inwardly as I felt my head pounding to the beat of my heart. My hearing was muffled as if my ears had seashells cupped over them. Fuck morning migraines, I thought, wincing in pain. I pressed my eyelids tightly together and turned to roll over. That’s when I first realized I wasn’t in my bed. Beneath me, the ground felt firm and damp. I opened my eyes in confusion, but everything around me was a bright blur.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Fetish.com</title><link>/stories/2016/08/25/fetish.com/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/08/25/fetish.com/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sarah had just found a new fetish website where people talked about their darkest and most extreme fantasies. Having read through some of the long and detailed dreams other people had placed on the site, she set to work writing her own deepest secrets.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She would split the fantasy over two stories and would go into great detail with everything she wanted.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Immobilisation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sarah wanted to be covered in thick rubber from head to toe and extremely well bound, before being put in an inescapable carbon fibre sarcophagus which was only just big enough for her to fit in. She would be very well gagged and hooded with a medical collar and neck restraint keeping her from moving her head. A gas mask would be locked over her head. Liquid food and water tubes would enter the gas mask go up her left nostril and into her stomach. The tube would be made from hard rubber and would not bend or fold inside her. She would breath through her right nostril and she wanted just breathing to be horrible. She wanted the air she breathed in to stink and make her gag. So the gas mask would have a long rubber tube going out from the sarcophagus and into a large rubber barrel. The barrel would be filled with something that made every intake of air a nightmare.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Girls Night</title><link>/stories/2015/08/16/girls-night/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/08/16/girls-night/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Cindy was spending Friday night with several of her girlfriends drinking and talking about past boyfriends and having a good laugh about their choices in men. Linda asked why Cindy always wore her clothes so tight and why they always looked shiny. Linda was right Cindy always wore very tight clothes to show off her severally corseted waist and firm ass. The corset supported her large breasts forcing them upwards making them seem larger than they already were and leaving Cindy with heaving breasts. It gave her a forced sway when she walked enticing every man who saw her and making women jealous. Cindy explained that most of the time she wore latex or PVC and that she always preferred them over regular clothes because of the tightness and the wonderful feelings they gave her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Taylor's New Job</title><link>/stories/2014/08/02/taylors-new-job/</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/08/02/taylors-new-job/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Taylor couldn’t hide her excitement if she wanted to. A local resort was opening up and the whisper was that there would be a very big fetish component. As if that wasn’t enough, they were advertising for staff and she had an interview today.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At 168cm, Taylor was one of those women whose legs just seemed to go on forever. A brunette with piercing green eyes and a curvy figure that caught people’s attention the instant she entered their peripheral vision. Yes, she knew she was beautiful and she was 100% sub.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Indecent Exposure: Female</title><link>/stories/2010/02/03/indecent-exposure-female/</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/02/03/indecent-exposure-female/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The southern Nevada desert was beautiful as though the earth had stripped naked for her lover.  I posed on a sun warmed but gritty rock with shiny black heels I could barely walk in, lace topped gleaming black nylon thigh highs, and a smile on my face.  Mike and Rodger were smiling as they walked about taking pictures of my naked exposed body with the breath taking vista behind me.  Some of the angles were artistic figure, but many were straight up the middle catching every drop of moisture oozing from my pussy.  We were all so fascinated by the subject matter with my nipples rock hard and their cocks trying to break free of their jeans that none of us noticed the car pull up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Quiet Friday Night In</title><link>/stories/2006/02/04/quiet-friday-night-in/</link><pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/02/04/quiet-friday-night-in/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Fresh from the shower, you pad almost silently across the shagpile carpet,
naked as the day you were born, short, mousey brown hair still glistening
with moisture.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Light glints from both breasts and from between your legs, the stainless
steel of your permanent piercings making it&amp;rsquo;s presence noticed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You stand before me, slender, small breasted, almost skinny, shivering
slightly in the cold air from the air conditioning, skin so pale from a lack
of sunlight, with head slightly bowed and arms at your side, quiescent,
obedient.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>