<?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>Inveterate Kinkster on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/inveterate-kinkster/</link><description>Recent content in Inveterate Kinkster on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/inveterate-kinkster/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Object of Art</title><link>/stories/2025/10/14/object-of-art/</link><pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/14/object-of-art/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Come in! Come in. I’m so glad you were able to make it. Thank you for helping me out on such short notice.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He found himself in her studio, just off campus. Statues filled the space - all reflections of the human form, but suggestions. All of them were perhaps best described as “mummiforms” - the suggestion of human shapes beneath draped volumes, suggesting softly lain sheets and incalculably tight wrappings simultaneously. It was equal parts artistic and disturbing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>