<?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>Pendulum on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/pendulum/</link><description>Recent content in Pendulum on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/pendulum/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Cut Above</title><link>/stories/2012/02/09/a-cut-above/</link><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/02/09/a-cut-above/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Amy was a twenty-two year old blonde with a slim, shapely figure. She lay spreadeagled on a table wearing a string bikini that emphasised her thrust out chest and also fitted snugly round her thighs. She was bound to the table with ropes round her wrists and ankles. Her mouth was also taped.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She struggled. She flexed her fingers as though they would break the ropes. Her back rubbed against the flat surface but all she felt were the ropes round her ankles digging deeply into her skin. She stopped and felt the palms of her hands were sweaty. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed through her nose.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>