<?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>Bound Becky 2000 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/bound-becky-2000/</link><description>Recent content in Bound Becky 2000 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/bound-becky-2000/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Day in the Rain</title><link>/stories/2004/12/20/a-day-in-the-rain/</link><pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/12/20/a-day-in-the-rain/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Day in the
Rain&lt;/strong&gt;
by Bound Becky 2000
A Day in the Rain by Bound Becky 2000&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sarah and I were having a discussion about bondage one day and we shared
our thoughts of ways that we wanted to be tied.  After a long talk
and some laughs we decided to make our dreams a reality.  I was first,
which for some reason always seems to work out this way.  I�ve always
had this fantasy about being tied up outside while it was raining. 
The thought of being helpless while rain drops splash all over you just
seems so exciting to me.  I couldn�t wait!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Our Rack</title><link>/stories/2004/03/30/our-rack/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/03/30/our-rack/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Rack&lt;/strong&gt;
by Bound Becky 2000 
Our Rack by Bound Becky 2000&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We wanted a rack so why not build one right?  The 4 of us got together
and drew up some plans and threw out ideas on how to build it.  After
a few hours of brainstorming and arguing, we had it figured out. 
There was an old “come along”, at least that’s what I’ve heard it called,
in our garage.  It has a hook on both ends and a winch so you can
hook something to something else and crank the arm of the winch and pull
it forward.  We took it and cleaned it up nice.  We found 3 saw
horses in the barn that we could use too.  We needed a few 10’ long
2 x 4 pieces of wood and some other hardware so we borrowed Amy’s dad’s
truck and headed off to the store.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Price of Losing</title><link>/stories/2004/01/01/the-price-of-losing/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/01/01/the-price-of-losing/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Price of Losing&lt;/strong&gt;
by Bound Becky 2000
The Price of Losing by Bound Becky 2000&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After a few days of talking it over, the 4 of us had finally agreed
on the rules.  We would play cards for poker chips and once you ran
out of chips, you had to draw from the “fate” piles.  The fate piles
decided what you would wear, how you were to be tied up and also what torture
you would endure.  At first the torture part wasn’t included but Jenny,
one of us 4 girls playing the game, talked us into allowing it saying that
just being tied up would get boring.  We all agreed nervously, knowing
that any of us could be regretting that decision.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>