<?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>The Mouster on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/the-mouster/</link><description>Recent content in The Mouster on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/the-mouster/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Mouse Will Play</title><link>/stories/2006/10/10/the-mouse-will-play/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/10/10/the-mouse-will-play/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;There is a saying in the UK that
“Whilst the Cat’s away the mice will play. 
This is a true story about the afternoon I have just had.  I hope you like it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have been into BDSM for some time, but
being married to a lovely wife who doesn’t share my interest in the slightest
the only avenues I have available are either professional dominatrix or self
bondage.  Pro doms cost money, so
are a rare treat…..leaving self bondage!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>