<?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 Dave on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/bound-dave/</link><description>Recent content in Bound Dave on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 29 Apr 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/bound-dave/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Time Flies</title><link>/stories/2017/04/29/time-flies/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Apr 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/04/29/time-flies/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Ed: We&amp;rsquo;d been into bondage for a long time, since the start of our relationship. And it wasn&amp;rsquo;t long before bondage was more than just part of sex play. The evenings and weekends would see Sue restrained one way or another - sometimes simply a pair of handcuffs, other times a full hogtie and harness gag.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sue: Finding someone to share my fantasies with was as much a relief as it was excitement. Years of secret thoughts and clumsy, awkward scenes fell away when we met. Not that is happened right away, it took time to build trust and experience for both of us, but we understood each other.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>