<?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>Splints on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/splints/</link><description>Recent content in Splints on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/splints/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Enforced Endurance 4: Caught in Her Web</title><link>/stories/2009/11/22/enforced-endurance-4-caught-in-her-web/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/11/22/enforced-endurance-4-caught-in-her-web/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="enforced_endurance3.html"&gt;part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: Caught in Her Web&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yes, she was going to get him fixed up real good for bed! And she had. He’d drunk the Gatorade, taken care of his bathroom business, showered, drunk more water with vitamins, and more Gatorade to replenish and re-hydrate after the incredible 21-hour chair mummification ordeal. Wife-Mistress had informed him he was on a liquid diet regimen for the duration of the ultimate bondage marathon weekend she had planned, so he was duly diapered, with extra-absorbency pads also stuffed in.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>