<?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>Young and Hung on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/young-and-hung/</link><description>Recent content in Young and Hung on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 29 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/young-and-hung/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Sticky Situation</title><link>/stories/2014/01/29/sticky-situation/</link><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/01/29/sticky-situation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I’ve always loved bondage, whether it be rope, plastic, or any other kind, but my favorite has always been self bondage. The kind that you do to yourself for pleasure, or for pain. I ’ve recently been having this fantasy of being encased in concrete, completely immobilized, being forced to wait for someone to rescue me. I played this fantasy out in my mind until one day, the opportunity presented its self and I took a chance.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>