<?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>Multi-Layered on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/multi-layered/</link><description>Recent content in Multi-Layered on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 18 May 2001 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/multi-layered/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Cocoon</title><link>/stories/2001/05/18/cocoon/</link><pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/05/18/cocoon/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I might have mentioned that I am into a few fetishes.
I guess I got involved because I had some submissive tendencies for which
I sought help from a West Coast dominatrix (Sylvia) whom I see often. This
story is about latex, and how she got me to love it!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sylvia advertises in adventurous tabloids on the
West Coast. It is clear that most&amp;ndash;if not all&amp;ndash;of her clients are men,
at least before I met her. But I wanted to resolve some deep, nagging fantasies
about bondage, and she agreed to take me on. I did pay her fee (which is
very reasonable, by the way), and so she gave me a session. I will surely
describe the many sessions we had if you wish, but one which we did recently
was very powerful.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>