<?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>PainslutJulie on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/painslutjulie/</link><description>Recent content in PainslutJulie on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 30 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/painslutjulie/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Waisted Forever</title><link>/stories/2006/07/30/waisted-forever/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/07/30/waisted-forever/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;About a year ago, I had bought one of my
very favorite pieces of clothing.  A
knee-length leather corset dress.  Even
though I was just a student, I had saved up enough money to finally pursue some
of my passions.  Leather clothing
and bondage were top of my list.  The
combination of the two was irresistible.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I always thought of myself as fairly
attractive.  I had just turned 24,
was a first year law student at Stanford University, and had even begun a
modeling career before applying to Law School. 
But developing any sort of social life during my first year at Stanford
proved totally impossible.  Even
when I tried my very best by wearing skin tight leather pants and 5-inch heels
to my small study groups, I had no luck. &lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>