<?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>Bbmf@cs.com on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/bbmf@cs.com/</link><description>Recent content in Bbmf@cs.com on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/bbmf@cs.com/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Witching Hour</title><link>/stories/2003/06/10/the-witching-hour/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/06/10/the-witching-hour/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Before we get into my sad tale, you need to have a little background
information. My name is Ted. I am a 33 year old, self employed, engineer
consultant. I am tall, 6-4, about 250 lbs., blue eyes with an athletic
figure. I have always been interested in bondage from as far back
as I could remember. I had always been interested in being put in
bondage mummification. I tried several times but could only do the
job about half way and it was not satisfactory. I was left to do
my self bondage games most of the time. I was lucky. For the
last 6 months I had been going with a lady named Linda.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>