<?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>Mike McGill on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/mike-mcgill/</link><description>Recent content in Mike McGill on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 09 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/mike-mcgill/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>How had I gotten here?</title><link>/stories/2002/06/09/how-had-i-gotten-here/</link><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/06/09/how-had-i-gotten-here/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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How had I gotten
here?
by Mike McGill&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is actually the 4th
bondage story i&amp;rsquo;ve written. I think its the better of the four. They were
originally for my girlfriend. I hope you enjoy this one, and i hope to
see it on your site.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; The hot morning sun
beamed down on the back of my neck. I came to with a massive headache and
a dry mouth. What had happened the night before? I couldn&amp;rsquo;t remember a
thing. The inside of my mouth tasted like it had been pressure washed with
some satanic mix of tequilla and gasoline. Man, did my head hurt. I was
sitting in a chair, wearing only my boxers, in the middle of a seedy hotel
room I had never seen before. I tried to get up but my hands and feet were
firmly handcuffed to the legs of the chair. How had I gotten here? Why
was I tied to a chair?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>