<?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>Kitn on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/kitn/</link><description>Recent content in Kitn on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/kitn/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Fantasy of a Kat</title><link>/stories/2003/02/05/fantasy-of-a-kat/</link><pubDate>Wed, 05 Feb 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/02/05/fantasy-of-a-kat/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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&lt;strong&gt;Fantasy of a Kat&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;by kitn&lt;/strong&gt;
Yet
another of Kats Creations
Fantasy
of a Kat
Entering the room she moved
upon all fours to her favourite place, the sheepskin rug, warmed by the
suns rays she turns about a few times before laying down upon it. 
Closing her eyes against the suns light, she feels her chains heating up
gently warming her skin wherever they touch her.  With a soft sigh,
she visibly relaxes there in the sun on her rug, awaiting the return of
her Master.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Long Road Home</title><link>/stories/2003/02/05/the-long-road-home/</link><pubDate>Wed, 05 Feb 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/02/05/the-long-road-home/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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&lt;strong&gt;The Long Road
Home&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;by kitn&lt;/strong&gt;
Yet
another of Kats Creations
The
Long Road Home 
She walked down the winding
desert road her blue denim shorts hugging her tight, so short they could
have passed as underwear. Her shirt if you could call it that consisted
of a brief bikini top chosen for its white color, which set off her sun
darkened skin to perfection.  The top itself barely consisting of
enough fabric to cover her nipples let alone contain her pert ample breasts. 
Her legs long and lean ended in a pair of canvas boat shoes and no socks. 
She reaches up to impatiently brush at a long strand of auburn hair that
has been blown into her grey eyes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Stable</title><link>/stories/2003/02/05/the-stable/</link><pubDate>Wed, 05 Feb 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/02/05/the-stable/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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&lt;strong&gt;The Stable&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;by kitn&lt;/strong&gt;
Yet
another of Kats Creations
The
Stable
The day dawned bright, sunshine
streaming through the window bathing her face in warmth.  Opening
her eyes she rolls over and looks at the clock a smile lighting her face
as she jumps up and stretches. &amp;ldquo;Today is the day,” she thought as she headed
off to the shower.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Entering her bedroom after
her shower she begins rummaging for her Riding apparel when her phone begins
to ring.  Rushing to answer the phone her greeting a clipped &amp;ldquo;Yes?&amp;rdquo;
the voice on the other end easily identifiable she listens. &amp;ldquo;No Sir My
riding lesson is this Morning&amp;rdquo; pausing &amp;ldquo;Yes Sir i will be home on time&amp;rdquo;
another pause as she listens &amp;ldquo;Yes Sir .. Goodbye&amp;rdquo; skipping back to her
room dons her riding gear and leaves her home a smile on her face.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Making of a Model</title><link>/stories/2003/01/10/the-making-of-a-model/</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jan 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/01/10/the-making-of-a-model/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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&lt;strong&gt;The Making of
a Model&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;by kitn&lt;/strong&gt;
Yet
another of Kats Creations
THE
TELL TALE COLLAR
It started out as a lousy
day and just seemed to get worse.  Clients not satisfied with their
vacation came into the office trying to get a refund&amp;hellip; the reason&amp;hellip; lousy
weather.  Shaking her head she promised them that she would do her
level best to get the tour company to give to give them compensation of
some sort.  Of course, she knew that the company would laugh in her
face, but hey, in a customer service oriented company the Client is always
right.  With a sigh, she dialled the tour operator knowing the response
before anyone picked up the line.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Tell Tale Collar</title><link>/stories/2003/01/10/the-tell-tale-collar/</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jan 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/01/10/the-tell-tale-collar/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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&lt;strong&gt;Master’s Snack&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;by kitn&lt;/strong&gt;
Yet
another of Kats Creations
THE
TELL TALE COLLAR
She awakens and sits upright
in the bed, listening, craning her head straining against the darkness
of their room.  Eagerly she slips onto the cool floor her feet making
little sound as she pads through the quiet hallways of the house. 
She sighs softly thinking it must have been her mind playing tricks as
she awaits her Master&amp;rsquo;s arrival home.  Moving into the kitchen she
opens the refrigerator and removes the gallon of milk nearly dropping it
as His soft authoritative voice sounds behind her.  &amp;ldquo;A Midnight snack,
my kitn?&amp;rdquo; Spinning and nearly dropping the milk in her haste she smiles
and throws herself into His arms kissing him tenderly at times .. and passionately
at others. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve missed you so Master&amp;rdquo;, she smiles up at Him then giggles
as she realizes she is still holding the cold carton against His back. 
Shrugging sheepishly she places the carton on the table behind Him and
stand before Him drinking in His appearance. &amp;ldquo;How was your trip?&amp;rdquo; Curling
close against Him and listening to His heart beat a moment or two longer
before stepping away and pouring two glasses of milk and pulling His cake
out of the refrigerator.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lonely Hearts</title><link>/stories/2002/12/20/lonely-hearts/</link><pubDate>Fri, 20 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/12/20/lonely-hearts/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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&lt;strong&gt;Lonely Hearts&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;by kitn&lt;/strong&gt;
Yet
another of Kats Creations
Lonely Hearts&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sitting curled up on the sofa in the rented beach cottage staring into
the fire her thoughts a million miles away she rises and paces slowly from
the fireplace to the sliding glass doors.  The rain was thundering
against the roof making her more restless, the silence that she craved
making her stir crazy.  Pausing at the doors she grabs  the handle
and in one decisive movement pulls it open.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mine</title><link>/stories/2002/12/20/mine/</link><pubDate>Fri, 20 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/12/20/mine/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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&lt;strong&gt;Mine&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;by kitn&lt;/strong&gt;
Yet
another of Kats Creations&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The dim interior of the Den
was relieved by only a single lamp on the table next to her Masters chair,
his back to the door his leather chair creaking softly as he shifted his
weight from one side to the other.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Standing in the doorway holding
a serving tray with his dinner, she begins to move with stealth. 
Silently approaching the master from behind, laying the tray on the table
beside his chair.  Praying that you were not heard as the lesson of
silence both in voice and movement was one hard learned.  Placing
long slender fingers on the back of his neck rubs gently her forefingers
reaching for his temples.  The small bells attached to her nipple
clamps jangle unexpectedly causing her to jump back in shock, realizing
what she had done immediately resumes her position and task.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>House Painting</title><link>/stories/2002/12/10/house-painting/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/12/10/house-painting/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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&lt;strong&gt;House Painting&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;by kitn&lt;/strong&gt;
Yet
another of Kats Creations
THE
TELL TALE COLLAR
He stood upon the steps in front of her house watching her work. 
She moved to the music playing in her headphones obviously a country tune
by the occasional bits and pieces she sang out loud.  He smiled as
He stood there waiting to be acknowledged.   He took in the drop
cloths the paint and the rolls of tape stacked about the front porch. The
house would be painted he mused to himself as he waited, watching her begin
to mask the windows.  Out loud he muttered, &amp;ldquo;What a waste of tape!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gift</title><link>/stories/2002/12/10/the-gift/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/12/10/the-gift/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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&lt;strong&gt;The Gift&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;by kitn&lt;/strong&gt;
Yet
another of Kats Creations&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When the day dawned bright
she awoke the sun streaming through the bars of her cage she waited in
silence her hands cuffed to the bars of her prison but even the gag in
her mouth could not dampen her spirits today as she waited for her Master
to come and release her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He enters the room and immediately
she is aware of his presence, his strength, his control.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Tell Tale Collar</title><link>/stories/2002/12/10/the-tell-tale-collar/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/12/10/the-tell-tale-collar/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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&lt;strong&gt;The Tell Tale
Collar&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;by kitn&lt;/strong&gt;
Yet
another of Kats Creations
THE
TELL TALE COLLAR&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Standing there in her bedroom
looking frantically for the misplaced keys she groaned as her search was
interrupted by a knock at her door.  &amp;ldquo;COME IN&amp;rdquo; she yelled, hoping
it would be friend not foe as she resumed her search.   The steps
sounding on the stairs lent her security as she recognized the tread of
her lifelong friend and confidant.  &amp;ldquo;Hello Chris, pardon the mess.
If you can bulldoze your way to my chair have a seat&amp;rdquo;, she joked after
hugging and releasing him.  Laughing at the mess she had created he
strode to her desk chair avoiding various piles of &amp;ldquo;stuff&amp;rdquo; sitting down
he glanced into her open closet and chuckled at the mess she was making
there as well.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>another story from a kats life</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/another-story-from-a-kats-life/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/another-story-from-a-kats-life/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Yet
another of Kats Creations
The Tell Tale Collar&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sighing softly as she looked
at her financial mess she grimaced and swept all the papers off the table
to the floor.  How am i ever going to make my ends me she wondered
briefly before going to her computer and turning it on.  Signing into
her account she worried that she would have to get rid of it too soon,
and forget about her possessions in storage.  Pushing all those thoughts
aside she signed into the chat software she was using and found several
of her friends .. male and female dom and sub alike.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>