<?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>Gaslighting on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/gaslighting/</link><description>Recent content in Gaslighting on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/gaslighting/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Natalie’s Room</title><link>/stories/2025/09/28/natalies-room/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/09/28/natalies-room/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="natalies-room-where-boyfriends-go-to-obey"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natalie’s Room: Where Boyfriends Go to Obey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-1-meeting-natalie"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: Meeting Natalie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Logan met Natalie at a party. He was attracted to her instantly, in her white sneakers and skimpy clothes. She was tiny, barely coming up to his chest. Her tanned skin was peeking through the gaps between her clothes, the skin of her flat stomach under her crop top, tight thighs, smooth calves. He watched her from a distance for a while, seeing her chat with her friends, her mouth turned upwards in a mischievous grin. She turned her doe-like eyes to a guy in the group who quickly went to bring them all drinks. She didn’t even thank him, just waved him away, sending him away from them like a slave.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>