<?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>IronHawk on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/ironhawk/</link><description>Recent content in IronHawk on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/ironhawk/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Summer Nights Torture</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/summer-nights-torture/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/summer-nights-torture/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A
SUMMER NIGHT’S TORTURE&lt;/p&gt;
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stop reading now.  This story may be posted and distributed freely,
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&lt;p&gt; My plans were done, designed weeks in advance.  I have practiced
self-bondage ever since I was a 5 year-old boy and, as I got older, the
scenes just got more and more intricate.  This time, I was going to
be locked outside for most of the night, and if I didn’t recover the keys
by dawn, I’d have to stay outside all day in the most compromising of positions!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>