<?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>Waistcincher on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/waistcincher/</link><description>Recent content in Waistcincher on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/waistcincher/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>More Than I Wanted</title><link>/stories/2014/04/15/more-than-i-wanted/</link><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/04/15/more-than-i-wanted/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;What the fuck was I thinking? How could I trust a perfect stranger to do this to me? I’m not sure how long I’ve been here since he left me in the bondage I desired to be in. All sense of time has left me. Has it been just minutes? Hours? Feels more like days. It really doesn’t matter, though. I no longer desire to be here. I desire freedom. But, how far is that from now? I just wanted out!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>