<?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>Oats on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/oats/</link><description>Recent content in Oats on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/oats/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Riding Lessons 5</title><link>/stories/2014/10/10/riding-lessons-5/</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/10/10/riding-lessons-5/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="ridinglessons4.html"&gt;part four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been sometime since my beautiful mistress had placed a collar around my neck and that of my new ‘sister’ Sarah. I had effectively given up my work, however the money raised by an app I had created kept nicely filling my bank account as I toiled for Hilary as an unpaid stable hand and slave.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You see I was no longer Claire Fullerton, systems analyst and developer who had enjoyed a hobby riding and liveried my horse at the stables of a local event rider, I was now just ‘you’ or ‘slave’ to my mistress. I had let my house and lived, sharing the stable flat with Sarah.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>