<?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>Mr. Deel on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/mr.-deel/</link><description>Recent content in Mr. Deel on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 26 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/mr.-deel/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Submissive Future</title><link>/stories/2014/02/26/submissive-future/</link><pubDate>Wed, 26 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/02/26/submissive-future/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;He was naked. He felt naked, exposed, and vulnerable, it was as if he was being judged sitting there on the stool. In a way he was, his commitment was being judged, how far was she going to take him this time? They had discussed the possibilities, but previous sessions were more&amp;hellip; relaxed. Tonight, she was demanding, not harsh, but demanding, Her tone, her body language, everything. Tonight was not going to be about him at all, tonight was going to be about her and her needs. He was okay with that. She was somewhat intimidating, as she was slightly taller than he was, about five foot ten. Black corset with red lace outline, and matching leather boots, Her long black hair had a slight curl to it and was pulled back into a high ponytail, and even then it still fell to well below her shoulders. This woman meant business and he was salivating at the very sight of her. In a sense, she was his perfect woman.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>