<?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>Fetter on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/fetter/</link><description>Recent content in Fetter on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/fetter/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Almost Caught</title><link>/stories/2004/03/20/almost-caught/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/03/20/almost-caught/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A True Story&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Something triggered my interest in bondage around eighth grade. I’ve
thought about it many times but I cannot narrow it any better than to &amp;ldquo;something&amp;rdquo;.
I do recall playing tie-up and escape with my best buddy and that meant
grammar school as we went our separate ways for high school (we would each
other and see if we could escape: he never escaped from my tying and I
never failed to escape his). Anyway, by the next grade, high school, I
was into bondage, but totally self. And I was ashamed for bondage always
seemed to result in ejaculation and I knew masturbation was a serious sin.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>