<?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>DTPVC on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/dtpvc/</link><description>Recent content in DTPVC on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 19 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/dtpvc/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Night in the Salon</title><link>/stories/2014/01/19/a-night-in-the-salon/</link><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/01/19/a-night-in-the-salon/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Bondage as always a funny one for me. It was something I never spoke about or admitted I was into, being bound dressed in female clothing was always one of my top things to do when I was alone, how ever the opportunities that I got were rare.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When going through a dark patch in life I ended up speaking about my issues to a friend who was a mental health nurse and could understand and help out when I was feeling low. We spoke for about 3 hours on my situations before finally admitting my hidden hobby and expecting her to tell me I was a freak and that she never wanted to talk to me again. To my surprise she wasn&amp;rsquo;t freaked out at all, instead she said she was fine with it, but would never tie me but if I ever needed help in anyway just to ask her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>