<?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>Lara v Cataluna on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/lara-v-cataluna/</link><description>Recent content in Lara v Cataluna on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/lara-v-cataluna/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Self Bondage Humiliation</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/self-bondage-humiliation/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/self-bondage-humiliation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;There it was, the package I had been waiting
for so long… I was so excited I could hardly contain myself - I could
even feel getting wet. I was a bit scared though, I had used my credit
card for the mail-order again, which created a traceable link between me,
the ever-proper daughter of a rich businessman, and the downright sleazy
&amp;ldquo;Mr. BondageGear&amp;rdquo; of the web.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had to be scared a little bit… I could
feel my obsession for self-bondage and other kink taking over my conscience
in the past year or so. It worried me even though I had managed to
shield these fantasies from my otherwise decent life as an exceptional
student. I had quite a Jekyll &amp;amp; Hyde thing going on, member of
the student council, heading for one of the top Law Schools, voice of female
empowerment on the student paper - and a bondage fetishist whenever I find
the rare opportunity to engage in my not-so proper activities!!!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>