<?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>Pegslave on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/pegslave/</link><description>Recent content in Pegslave on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/pegslave/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Pipe Dreams</title><link>/stories/2009/12/10/pipe-dreams/</link><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/12/10/pipe-dreams/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Rope&amp;rsquo;s not my thing. I&amp;rsquo;m more into the potential for humiliation and getting caught. Why does one always have to be hobbled or tied when on an adventure? So here&amp;rsquo;s the tale of how I got myself into a pickle, just to get my jollies.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The whole idea of what my aroused mind wanted to do seemed like too much work for me, so I managed to convince myself one step at a time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>