<?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>Ballet Slipper on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/ballet-slipper/</link><description>Recent content in Ballet Slipper on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/ballet-slipper/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>My Self Bondage Experience</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-self-bondage-experience/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-self-bondage-experience/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had just moved into my first apartment, a small one bedroom on the
first floor of a twelve story building. I had done a couple of self-bondages
since moving in but they had been in the safety of my bedroom and I had
decided to spice things up a little. Add an element of danger so to speak.
Not too much, mind you but some none the less. I minimized the danger by
choosing to perform my little stunt after midnight. Granted it was a Saturday
night, but still the risk would be minimal.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>