<?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>Bob N on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/bob-n/</link><description>Recent content in Bob N on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/bob-n/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Better Knot</title><link>/stories/2014/03/05/better-knot/</link><pubDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/03/05/better-knot/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is a true story - it happened to me just yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I decided to have a short session of self-bondage. I froze string near both ends into a small ice cube, and even melted down the ice cube to a smaller size by running it under the tap. I then attached the handcuff key to one end of the string, and tied the other end to a fixture above the stairwell of our house. My wife was at work, it was 1:00, and she wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be home until 6pm at the earliest - probably later. With the size of the ice cube, I was expecting to be free in less than an hour. My wife definitely doesn&amp;rsquo;t know I play these games from time to time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>