<?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>Arceye on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/arceye/</link><description>Recent content in Arceye on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/arceye/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Steel Collar</title><link>/stories/2009/07/20/the-steel-collar/</link><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/07/20/the-steel-collar/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Part of this story is true. Part of it is doable. Part of it is fantasy. The exercise, Dear Reader, is for you to work out where one stops and the others continue&amp;hellip;..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-One-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hello and let me introduce myself. My name is Mike, I&amp;rsquo;m 50 years old, and I&amp;rsquo;m a BDSM switch from the good ol&amp;rsquo; UK. I like to dress fairly outlandishly, &amp;lsquo;Ageing Punk&amp;rsquo; was one fairly apposite description, and I wear something that is unique, and I have no choice whether I wear it or no.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>