<?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>InteractiveBDSM on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/interactivebdsm/</link><description>Recent content in InteractiveBDSM on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/interactivebdsm/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Lucy</title><link>/stories/2011/10/13/lucy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/10/13/lucy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My name is Lucy. I’m twenty-six years old, and for the past five years I’ve been a sex slave to a machine; a machine I created. This is the story of it’s inception and the beginning of my self-imposed slavery.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;1 - Japan&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I came into a large amount of money through the development of various popular software in my late teens, while studying at University. More than I knew what to do with, in fact, and a lonely life with it. Following my studies was a period of introversion for me, and I found myself regressing back to my teenage days, fantasising about almost everything imaginable. I used to read a huge number of erotic stories and spend hours browsing images and videos of countless fetishes. The stories were always what grabbed me though, and those were what I found myself drawn back to now I had the money to spend so much time to myself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>