<?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>Nikkiroselee on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/nikkiroselee/</link><description>Recent content in Nikkiroselee on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2003 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/nikkiroselee/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Angry Sister</title><link>/stories/2003/04/14/angry-sister/</link><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/04/14/angry-sister/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Angry Sister by nikkiroselee
Back when I was a young girl I was into bondage. Being 14 there was
no way I could ask anyone to tie me up and make me their slave. I used
to love watch Terri Hatcher in the superman weekly series and wish I was
the one bound and gagged&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So one day when my family left for work and my sister went to the mall
with her girlfriends I decided to play.  I first grabbed some clothesline
my mom had in the shed and went to my dad’s weight bench.  After figuring
out what I was going to do I got dressed.  I put on one of my mom’s
business suits, it was a little big on me but it served the purpose. 
The suit was gray with a sort of checkerboard stitching to it.  The
jacket has a zipper in the front and the skirt was supposed to be knee
length.  I looked for a pair of shoes that would go with it and settled
for a pair of plain black pumps with 3 inch heels.  Luckily me and
my mom wore the same shoe size.  Stumbling a little I made it to my
room.  I noticed all the men in my life had fantasies about women
in suits so I felt that would be a good costume to wear.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>