<?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>Inabind69 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/inabind69/</link><description>Recent content in Inabind69 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/inabind69/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Got What I Asked For</title><link>/stories/2006/10/26/got-what-i-asked-for/</link><pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/10/26/got-what-i-asked-for/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I have been into self bondage for years,
since I hit puberty. Due to not having a trusted partner, self bondage is a
must. I remember a gradual descent into different bondage situation, like a
cloth gag from the Detective Stories and the movies, to rope and ball gags. I
really never was able to “get stuck” without some help. I did not like the
feel of handcuffs, because there is no real hope with them, you click, they
stick, and you need a key to get out. I have always liked the feel of rope on
my skin, the struggling with the ropes being defiant, to me that is bondage! I
would always tie myself up and easily get out after I had “finished.” and
cleaned up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>