<?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>Waist-Cincher on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/waist-cincher/</link><description>Recent content in Waist-Cincher on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 02 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/waist-cincher/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Self-bondage Adventures</title><link>/stories/2017/12/02/self-bondage-adventures/</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/12/02/self-bondage-adventures/</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;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Self-bondage Adventures Part 1: Keyholding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i. the background&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Before I begin, I’d like to give a little background information about my self-“bondage” habits. I put bondage in quotes because I like it a little different than the ordinary. I like to put on corsets among layers of tight compression-wear, and then lock it all on with a padlock through the zipper of a unitard/catsuit.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>