<?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>Hogtie, Toys, Denial on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/hogtie-toys-denial/</link><description>Recent content in Hogtie, Toys, Denial on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/hogtie-toys-denial/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Construction Season</title><link>/stories/2012/01/19/construction-season/</link><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/01/19/construction-season/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I stared at the black lid inches over my face&amp;mdash;sealing me into the container. I didn&amp;rsquo;t have a choice. Being securely tied and gagged made it difficult to move. But the sand packed around me made it impossible. I was buried so deeply that only my forehead, eyes, and nose were free. I was forced to stare upwards so that I could breathe through my nostrils&amp;mdash;a few millimeters above the level of the sand. As promised, the hours of struggling have been fruitless: escape was precisely as distant a goal as it was when I started. Perhaps it&amp;rsquo;s even further than before given how tired I was. Securely bound, gagged, and not knowing when my girlfriend would come to free me, I was reminded that dating a woman stronger than you can be rather dangerous.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Construction Season</title><link>/stories/2012/01/19/construction-season/</link><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/01/19/construction-season/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I stared at the black lid inches over my face&amp;mdash;sealing me into the container. I didn&amp;rsquo;t have a choice. Being securely tied and gagged made it difficult to move. But the sand packed around me made it impossible. I was buried so deeply that only my forehead, eyes, and nose were free. I was forced to stare upwards so that I could breathe through my nostrils&amp;mdash;a few millimeters above the level of the sand. As promised, the hours of struggling have been fruitless: escape was precisely as distant a goal as it was when I started. Perhaps it&amp;rsquo;s even further than before given how tired I was. Securely bound, gagged, and not knowing when my girlfriend would come to free me, I was reminded that dating a woman stronger than you can be rather dangerous.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>