<?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>Azn_Selfbondage on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/azn_selfbondage/</link><description>Recent content in Azn_Selfbondage on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/azn_selfbondage/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Self Bondage Fantasy</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/self-bondage-fantasy/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/self-bondage-fantasy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;*
&lt;strong&gt;Self Bondage
Fantasy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Something was wrong the moment she tried to move
her arms.  She was cold and tried to move the blanket but for some
strange reason her arms would not respond.  As she open her eyes,
it was dark, pitch black dark, from there she knew something was terribly
wrong. She knew at that moment she was blindfolded, and from what she could
comprehend. She was tied up and it was really tight. Every muscle in her
body would not respond to any of her commands. She squirmed and struggled
but it seems like the ropes would not budge. In fact, it seems like it
tightens a little. She moved her wrist up and she felt the ropes pulling
tighter against her crotch. She let out a whimper as it rubbed against
her crotch. She pulled her wrist down and the pressure was looser, but
her wrist would not go down any farther, because it pulled on a rope around
her neck that tighten her elbows even tighter, to the point they were almost
touching each other. Her legs were useless as she tried moving them but
it moved as one like a mermaid.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>