<?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>Cravat on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/cravat/</link><description>Recent content in Cravat on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/cravat/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Cravat</title><link>/stories/2016/07/17/the-cravat/</link><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/17/the-cravat/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It had been delivered the morning Kim’s husband was leaving for a business trip. Kim ripped the package open and stared at the steel restraint she had begged him to get for her. Kim had always been fascinated by medieval restraints because of their simplistic brutalism. The standing stocks had been their first purchase and she had and still spent many hours with her head and hands trapped in the heavy wooden stocks while she was bent over at the waist. The bar across her waist keeping her standing while her ankles remain locked in the lower stocks forcing her legs wide apart. She loved every minute she stood with her legs shaking from the strain normally gagged with severe clamps attached to her nipples alone in the darkened room while he enjoyed a little quiet time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>