<?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>Fit2btied on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/fit2btied/</link><description>Recent content in Fit2btied on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 04 Nov 2002 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/fit2btied/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Bound by Friendship</title><link>/stories/2002/11/04/bound-by-friendship/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Nov 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/11/04/bound-by-friendship/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I called my friend to come over on Saturday very bored thought she
might like to watch a movie or something. She came over about 30mins later
and we sat in the kitchen talking. I don&amp;rsquo;t remember how it came up, but
the next thing I realise is I’m telling her that I’ve always fantasized
about being bound in a chair by some one and that I loved the restriction
of being tied especially with tape. She thought this was very interesting
but then changed the subject to a new client she had at work, she was a
lawyer. She then got up and said she needed to go off to the supermarket
to get some things for dinner&amp;hellip; she was going to cook tonight.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>