<?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>Weight on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/weight/</link><description>Recent content in Weight on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/weight/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Rubber Ducky</title><link>/stories/2016/06/27/rubber-ducky/</link><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/06/27/rubber-ducky/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Why do I do things like this to myself pondered Diane as she gazed down at the rubber ducky at the bottom of the 10 gallon trashcan? The answer to that was self evident. Diane was a pain slut who loved coming up with unique ways to torment herself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She might have out done herself this time. The key to her self imposed bondage was the key that hung around rubber ducky’s neck on a string. It would be an easy thing to reach down and retrieve rubber ducky if she wasn’t so confined. Her wrists were held in place by manacles padlocked to rings on either side of her favorite chastity belt, the one with oversized vibrating plugs fore and aft.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hospital Walk</title><link>/stories/2016/06/14/hospital-walk/</link><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/06/14/hospital-walk/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The old hospital was dark. The faint aroma of antiseptic cleaners still lingered in the stale air. This disused four story, plus basement, facility was going to be my next self bondage venue.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A little back ground info just to set the stage for you. I live in rural Canada. In the small town in which I reside stands the above mentioned hospital. Here, the government owns an operates the regional health districts which over see the medical facilities in their area. The hospital in my town was closed two years ago in a politically motivated “stream lining” of the health care system. The bad news is we have to drive fifteen miles to the neighboring town for a hospital. The good news, for me anyway, is that I was hired to be caretaker \ watchman of the mothballed building. This means I have the keys and the right to enter and move around the empty building and grounds.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Fifty Litres</title><link>/stories/2014/12/30/fifty-litres/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/12/30/fifty-litres/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I found the heavy duty white nylon container at an auction; it was approx. 50 litres 2ft in diameter and probably 3ft deep with two handles built into it on the top. On seeing it my thoughts instantly turned to self-bondage applications. At the bottom was a nylon tap. I waited impatiently at the auction for the container to come round; it went for only a few pounds, I paid for it and rushed it home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>