<?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>Claws on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/claws/</link><description>Recent content in Claws on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 26 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/claws/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>He Earns His Wings</title><link>/stories/2021/09/26/he-earns-his-wings/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/09/26/he-earns-his-wings/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;He knelt before her, his Owner. It always began like this. She sat in the bondage chair, an image of perfection. Petite, with features he found captivating. Her lips, her eyes, everything. He worshipped her. He always had.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She wore knee high patent boots, that creaked with every tiny movement, sending cold chills up him. Then came fishnets, with large gaps in the net. Leading up to her latex bodysuit. Black, with red outlines. She wore it intentionally, to get his full attention.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>