<?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>PV on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/pv/</link><description>Recent content in PV on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 16 Apr 2005 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/pv/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Andrea’s Selfbondage</title><link>/stories/2005/04/16/andreas-selfbondage/</link><pubDate>Sat, 16 Apr 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/04/16/andreas-selfbondage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Andrea&amp;rsquo;s Selfbondage by PV
My name is Andrea, and I&amp;rsquo;m an attractive blond in my early twenties
who lives alone in an area known as Timber Coulee in southwest Wisconsin. 
It is a beautiful place with woods all around and numerous large hills. 
Recently, I went through a self bondage ordeal that was so exciting, I
simply had to write about it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;  On a Friday morning in late August, I awoke and saw that it was
gently raining outside and the temperature was 71 degrees.  Warm,
rainy days make me extremely horny so I decided to call in sick to work
and do something I had wanted to do for the past couple of weeks. After
quickly eating, washing up, and getting dressed in jeans, a white T-shirt,
and white tennis shoes, I placed my necessary bondage gear in a small backpack
along with a bottle of water and some insect repellant.  Then I headed
outside towards an abandoned farm about two miles away.  The farm
had been for sale for over a month, and I had previously inspected the
property and found it to be ideal for self bondage.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>