<?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>Robinoff on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/robinoff/</link><description>Recent content in Robinoff on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/robinoff/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Bound for an Unknown Destiny</title><link>/stories/2009/01/19/bound-for-an-unknown-destiny/</link><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/01/19/bound-for-an-unknown-destiny/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I found myself standing in front of a full length mirror. My feet were bare and I was wearing jeans and a blue small-checked shirt over a white t-shirt and white cotton briefs which covered no more than they needed to. My mouth was filled with a large ball-gag pushed deep in and over that was wrapped the whole of a wide adhesive bandage, completely sealing my mouth. My arms were tied behind my back with ropes at wrists, forearms and elbows and the rope round my forearms was also wrapped tightly round my waist just above my waistband, immobilising my arms.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>