<?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>Leashed on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/leashed/</link><description>Recent content in Leashed on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/leashed/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Mistress Latexa's Rubberdoll 4: The Wedding Album</title><link>/stories/2015/04/05/mistress-latexas-rubberdoll-4-the-wedding-album/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/04/05/mistress-latexas-rubberdoll-4-the-wedding-album/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="mistresslatexasrubberdoll3.html"&gt;part three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: The Wedding Album&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Where to begin? Each detail of that day is embedded deep within my consciousness, for it was the signal turning point in my existence. There was my life before, which seems drab and pointless now; and my life after, the thrilling, extraordinary life of a rubber slave doll that I had secretly craved long before I could even put words to it. It seems more than a union of two souls, more than a troth that was pledged; it was a kind of rebirth of body of spirit, the razor-sharp demarcation of a life begun anew, the destiny I have always been fated to fulfil at the hands of my beloved Mistress Latexa.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>