<?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>Michael B. H. on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/michael-b.-h./</link><description>Recent content in Michael B. H. on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/michael-b.-h./index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Tape, Zipties and Hopelessness</title><link>/stories/2026/04/05/tape-zipties-and-hopelessness/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/04/05/tape-zipties-and-hopelessness/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Finally, it was Saturday. I haven&amp;rsquo;t done a self-bondage session in months! But today was the day, I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be called to work overtime and I didn&amp;rsquo;t have to attend some hangout or other.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;An entire day, all to myself!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For some context, I rent a small apartment, which unfortunately sucks up a majority of my paycheck. I do not have the dough to indulge in much bondage equipment, but I did save up enough (money and courage) to buy a bog-standard red ball-gag, a thin collar and a venus butterfly a while back.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>