<?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>Tycord on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/tycord/</link><description>Recent content in Tycord on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/tycord/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Timed Trial</title><link>/stories/2012/11/12/timed-trial/</link><pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/11/12/timed-trial/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I discovered my love of bondage as an adolescent and have enjoyed self-bondage ever since. Of course, ensuring that there will be an out can be challenging while still obtaining the thrill of the predicament. The possibility of discovery also adds to the rush.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The lower level in my last home included a narrow hallway ending in the door to the garage. On either side of the hallway were doors to the laundry room and a bedroom. Let me describe a favorite self-bondage scenario. I dressed in comfortable clothing, usually a tee shirt, corduroy jeans, leather vest and cowboy boots. Next, I put on a leather jock strap over the jeans, locking leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a leather hood, a locking leather bondage collar and locking leather bondage belt. Next, I inserted handcuffs through the ring on the back of the belt.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>