<?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>Dick Chainy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/dick-chainy/</link><description>Recent content in Dick Chainy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2003 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/dick-chainy/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Pushing the Limits</title><link>/stories/2003/04/14/pushing-the-limits/</link><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/04/14/pushing-the-limits/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Pushing the Limits
by Dick Chainy
&amp;ldquo;Pushing the Limits&amp;rdquo; by Dick Chainy&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There was a sharp click as she attached the last of my hands to the
bedpost. The nylon strap was wrapped around the bedpost and attached to
itself by means of an &amp;lsquo;O&amp;rsquo; ring and clip. I was naked and spread-eagled
on the bed with a ball gag strapped securely around my head. The velcro
cuffs held my wrists and ankles comfortably and the strong wooden bed frame
would resist any force that I could exert. Around my waist I wore a belt
with a D-ring on each side.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>