<?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>Asudem on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/asudem/</link><description>Recent content in Asudem on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 30 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/asudem/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Focussed</title><link>/stories/2011/09/30/focussed/</link><pubDate>Fri, 30 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/09/30/focussed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;All she could do now was too look ahead, the deep trance her Mistress had put her in barely let her blink on her own, she was totally frozen in her own body while the make-up artist finalised the last details of her new &amp;rsquo;look&amp;rsquo; that she&amp;rsquo;d have for a very long time.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Asudem had met her Mistress while shopping at some adventurous boutique in the city, she knew more than the shop assistant did about their range and definitely had better taste. As if by magic she pulled out the dress she wanted (a japanese elegant black and white gothic lolita styled affair) which the shopgirl didn&amp;rsquo;t even know they stocked. It was a perfect fit and Mistress smiled warmly in appreciation. Her small frame barely reaching 5 foot in her cute black patent ballet shoes made it hard to find designer clothes and the Japanese dress was perfect. She was treating herself for working so hard by blowing a month’s salary on the imported dress and it just had to be perfect.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Clinic</title><link>/stories/2011/09/10/the-clinic/</link><pubDate>Sat, 10 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/09/10/the-clinic/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story is based on an  illustrated cover done for me by &lt;a href="http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andy.Latex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The expensive envelope arrived with the rest of her mail and no stamp, it must have been hand delivered although she never heard it arrive. It was simply marked as being from &amp;lsquo;The Clinic&amp;rsquo; in golden ink. In it the graceful penmanship the short letter offered Asudem a way to fulfil her deepest fetish desires if she would trust them utterly and to be at a specific corner in the city three days from now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>