<?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>Feles on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/feles/</link><description>Recent content in Feles on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/feles/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Dollyland</title><link>/stories/2010/02/16/dollyland/</link><pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/02/16/dollyland/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Dolly lay there eyes masked by a blindfold, mouth enclosed completely in thick gaffa tape.  She was imprisoned on the table completely helpless in her bonds.  Her arms were chained to in front of her, her legs helplessly chained to the table too.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dolly felt like a very helpless dolly indeed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dolly had been dressed in her favourite red corset, the one that makes her shiver with anticipation when it is put on her, as her dolly titties stick right out of holes in the front, and dolly knows that she is going to be used and played with when she wears her special dolly corset.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>