<?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>Qwert493 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/qwert493/</link><description>Recent content in Qwert493 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/qwert493/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Abandoned Slave</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/abandoned-slave/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/abandoned-slave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;An entry in the Erosboutique &amp;amp; Grometsplaza Latex story competition 2004&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I remember my first bondage experiences in early teenage years when
me and my friends played cops and criminals and we had those cheap plastic
handcuffs. Even if they didn’t actually hold anybody from escaping I still
liked to click them around somebody’s wrists or wear them myself. Later
I started playing with straps and belts, buckled my feet, restrained my
arms and then tried to get free. At some point, I started getting these
pleasurable sensations while being in bondage. At first I didn’t understand
nor even tried to understand these feelings, just enjoyed the ride. I started
collecting all sorts of stuff that could be used for bondage. For an example
if a nice strong leather belt came my way it was added to my collection
as well as chains, clips, metal rings etc.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>