<?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>Wicked Clown on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/wicked-clown/</link><description>Recent content in Wicked Clown on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/wicked-clown/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>My Session at Castle Diabolica</title><link>/stories/2014/04/27/my-session-at-castle-diabolica/</link><pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/04/27/my-session-at-castle-diabolica/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I walked up to the door of a mild mannered looking house, not really knowing what to expect, except for what I had seen on Mistress Amanda&amp;rsquo;s website. As I rang the doorbell, I felt nervous excitement come over me&amp;hellip; then I heard the door open and I was in awe. This moment started a very surreal experience, it was Mistress Amanda Wildefyre in person. Such a strong, powerful and confident woman was towering over me and invited me inside. She told me to walk up the stairs, take off my shoes and coat, then I got to the most heavenly yet evil place ever. I was in awe as I glanced around the entry room to Castle Diabolica. Mistress Amanda ordered me to have a seat and handed me a bottle of water, the first of many&amp;hellip; slaves must be hydrated afterall. We chatted about what I have tried, what I would like to try and I sensed her mind working out ways to give me the most blissful time ever and boy did she do just that!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>