<?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>Brahmzdog on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/brahmzdog/</link><description>Recent content in Brahmzdog on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 28 Jun 2013 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/brahmzdog/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Sister's Revenge</title><link>/stories/2013/06/28/sisters-revenge/</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Jun 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/06/28/sisters-revenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;How did I get here? How did things go so wrong? That’s what I have been asking myself as I silently lay here listening to the party music cranking above my head. It’s not like I have a choice though. You see, I returned home from college three weeks ago for summer break and my little sister, whose 2 years younger than me and now just finished her senior year in high school, has been more miserable to me than ever. So I decided that it was time for a little payback. I took some left over wood and supplies from my dad’s woodworking shop and created my little gift for her. Unfortunately, I am currently strapped to my “gift”, not HER. I am on my knees, bent over forward with my belly on the “table” portion with my thighs wide apart and strapped to the legs of this table with the leather restraints that I had attached to the table legs. My ankles are also strapped to the boards that I attached to the bottom of the table legs keeping my legs well spread. The 4” stiletto heels being the only clothing I have left on my body.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>