<?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>O-2-B-Tied on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/o-2-b-tied/</link><description>Recent content in O-2-B-Tied on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2003 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/o-2-b-tied/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Out of Control</title><link>/stories/2003/04/08/out-of-control/</link><pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/04/08/out-of-control/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Out of Control
By O-2-B-Tied 
2003&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It all started when I arrived home from work one night.  I was
met at the door by my wife wearing a leather g-string and leather &amp;amp;
chain style bra that allows her ample breasts to be supported but exposed. 
She was sipping a glass of wine as I entered the house and announced that
tonight I would be her slave to do with as she pleased, that was if I didn’t
have anything else on for the evening.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>