<?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>Legcuffs on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/legcuffs/</link><description>Recent content in Legcuffs on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/legcuffs/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Vicki &amp; the Straitjacket</title><link>/stories/2015/07/31/vicki-the-straitjacket/</link><pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/07/31/vicki-the-straitjacket/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a cold dark Thursday afternoon. I had been quiet at work so was at home tidying up our bedroom. We have a whole load of toys and recently we had become a little remiss in putting them away! So we lived in constant fear of the doorbell, just in case we had left something lying around!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had done pretty well, and had put most of the stuff back just leaving a few straitjackets on the bed as we really did need to have a bit of a clear out! My wife returned home and inspected my progress, she was very happy that we now had a tidy bedroom again that a casual visitor could see without knowing our secrets! She looked at the mass of jackets and straps strewn across the bed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>