<?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>Ankle Straps on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/ankle-straps/</link><description>Recent content in Ankle Straps on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 23 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/ankle-straps/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Dressed to Thrill</title><link>/stories/2010/08/23/dressed-to-thrill/</link><pubDate>Mon, 23 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/08/23/dressed-to-thrill/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It all started innocently enough. When ever I got together with my play partner/booty call girl Sharon I always insisted she dress for the occasion. Her highest high heels, stockings, garters, half bra or push up bra, choker or collar, gloves and exotic makeup, etc. If I was out at the mall and saw a new hot pair of heels or something else that would go good for fetish play wear, I would buy it and give it to her. I was always the one in charge and allowed her to be the dom once or twice but it didn’t really do that much for me but made her happy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>