Hershel Shaeffer

Evil Step Sister - Part I by Hershel Shaeffer Evil Step Sister by Hershel Schaeffer My name is Sean. When I was sixteen we lived in a middle class home in a small town in Indiana. There are five of us my mother, my step-father, my 20 year old sister Sara, my 17 year old step sister Darcy and of course myself. Yes, my stepfather was an asshole. My Mom was nice enough. Sara attends the community college. She was very sweet, absolutely gorgeous, and was one of the most popular girls in high school. Her senior year she was even selected the homecoming queen. Darcy on the other hand was a freaky nasty bitch on her best day. It gave her great pleasure to make me as miserable as possible. She was tall, even a little taller than me at 5’9”. She wasn’t unattractive. It was just really hard to tell, because her style was so freakish. She would always dress in black accessorize with studded leather collars and bracelets, dark make-up and nail polish, an array of piercings and an assortment black wigs of varying lengths. A whole morbid-punk-goth sort of thing that fits right in with the group of freaks she hung out with. At home or at school we generally just tried to avoid each other. ...

The day I was caught in self-bondage. No one else was at home. It seemed like a great time for a little adventure, but first I had to prepare. In my room I stripped off my clothes, then from my secret hiding place on the floor under the bottom dresser drawer I removed my equipment several bundles of nylon rope, cable zip-ties, duct tape, and scissors. Now, all I needed was a damsel before the adventure could begin, ya gotta have a damsel in distress for a self-bondage session. I went down the hall to my older sister Sara’s room. I tossed my supplies on her bed. Quickly, I began to collect the outfit for my damsel, 3 pairs of panties, bra, pantyhose, white half-slip, blue-plaid pleated skirt, white peter pan blouse, plaid cross tie and black maryjanes for the classic schoolgirl in bondage scenario. I placed all these items on Sara’s bed. A glance at the clock reminded me that my parents would be home in about 2 hours. My sister was scheduled to work after school. She shouldn’t be home until very late. Thinking about being bound and the possibility being caught began to get me excited. ...

The day I was caught in self-bondage. No one else was at home. It seemed like a great time for a little adventure, but first I had to prepare. In my room I stripped off my clothes, then from my secret hiding place on the floor under the bottom dresser drawer I removed my equipment several bundles of nylon rope, cable zip-ties, duct tape, and scissors. Now, all I needed was a damsel before the adventure could begin, ya gotta have a damsel in distress for a self-bondage session. I went down the hall to my older sister Sara’s room. I tossed my supplies on her bed. Quickly, I began to collect the outfit for my damsel, 3 pairs of panties, bra, pantyhose, white half-slip, blue-plaid pleated skirt, white peter pan blouse, plaid cross tie and black maryjanes for the classic schoolgirl in bondage scenario. I placed all these items on Sara’s bed. A glance at the clock reminded me that my parents would be home in about 2 hours. My sister was scheduled to work after school. She shouldn’t be home until very late. Thinking about being bound and the possibility being caught began to get me excited. ...