<?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>Lily on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/lily/</link><description>Recent content in Lily on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/lily/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>From Dom to Sub</title><link>/stories/2014/06/23/from-dom-to-sub/</link><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/06/23/from-dom-to-sub/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Twenty minutes to go. A few days ago I had posted an ad online looking for someone to come to my place so that I could, to quote my ad, “get treated like a tranny slut by a true Dom of a man.” I kept the ad low-key and photo-less to ensure none of my colleagues from work saw it of course, but more importantly, I was a Domme in my own spare time and did not want to tarnish my reputation.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>