<?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>Hershel Shaeffer on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/hershel-shaeffer/</link><description>Recent content in Hershel Shaeffer on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/hershel-shaeffer/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Evil Step Sister</title><link>/stories/2003/06/22/evil-step-sister/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/06/22/evil-step-sister/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Evil Step Sister -
Part I
by Hershel Shaeffer
Evil Step Sister by Hershel Schaeffer&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Day I was Caught in Selfbondage</title><link>/stories/2003/05/05/the-day-i-was-caught-in-selfbondage/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/05/05/the-day-i-was-caught-in-selfbondage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Day I was Caught in Selfbondage</title><link>/stories/2003/05/05/the-day-i-was-caught-in-selfbondage/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/05/05/the-day-i-was-caught-in-selfbondage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>