<?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>J Bren on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/j-bren/</link><description>Recent content in J Bren 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/j-bren/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Rack</title><link>/stories/2002/11/04/the-rack/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Nov 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/11/04/the-rack/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Here&amp;rsquo;s a story about one of my recent self-bondage adventures. It actually
turned into a misadventure. I had the day and house to myself and was in
the mood for a little self-bondage. In my basement I have installed above
the ceiling panels a series of eyehooks that go thru the beams for extra
support (I&amp;rsquo;m 6'3&amp;quot; and 215lbs). I often use them for suspension with a frozen
chain release. Today, I felt like a stretch instead.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>