<?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>Biketards on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/biketards/</link><description>Recent content in Biketards on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 27 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/biketards/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Self-bondage Adventures 4: Punishments</title><link>/stories/2018/01/27/self-bondage-adventures-4-punishments/</link><pubDate>Sat, 27 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/01/27/self-bondage-adventures-4-punishments/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s Note: The following is a previous account of true events I’ve discussed as posts and comments in the &lt;a href="https://forum.grometsplaza.net/index.php"&gt;Gromet’s Plaza Forum&lt;/a&gt;. I have attempted to edit the content slightly to make it more readable in story-form. The following story is 100% true.
&lt;a href="selfbondageadventures3.html"&gt;continued from part three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Self-bondage Adventures Part 4: Punishments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i. the routine&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had been sleeping in a cage regularly, and one weekend was no exception. Sometimes I’d wear my corseted outfit, sometimes I’d lock myself in.  It was a Saturday night and I promised myself I&amp;rsquo;d sleep locked in the cage again, and I did.  But this time, I wasn&amp;rsquo;t just in my PJs, I decided to wear an outfit.  Not necessarily my usual outfit, but just something more cage-cozy yet still simple.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Self-bondage Adventures 2: Caged</title><link>/stories/2018/01/04/self-bondage-adventures-2-caged/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/01/04/self-bondage-adventures-2-caged/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s Note: The following is a previous account of true events I’ve discussed as posts and comments in the &lt;a href="https://forum.grometsplaza.net/index.php"&gt;Gromet’s Plaza Forum&lt;/a&gt;. I have attempted to edit the content slightly to make it more readable in story-form. The following story is 100% true.
&lt;a href="selfbondageadventures.html"&gt;continued from part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Self-bondage Adventures Part 2: Caged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i. the hunt&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A friend of mine recently went on vacation and I was watching their dog for them. I realized very quickly that I was going to need a kennel, even though my friend said she wasn&amp;rsquo;t very active at night and didn&amp;rsquo;t need one. So I started looking online for one with full intention of just reselling it on eBay or Craig&amp;rsquo;s List afterward. But of course, I got to thinking: why not just keep it and use it for fun? And if anybody asked, I could just say I never got around to selling it, or finding a buyer at a reasonable price! So I bought the first one I could find that looked like it could be easily locked.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>