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You may state I am delicate and am a little effeminate, but I am not a fagot or a pervert. I like girls, and absolutely, I liked Linda who I saw from the first day she came to my class.

I am not a stalker however wanted after class to follow her at a prudent distance, supervise her and see that no damage would concern her. She seemed to prefer the huge people. I noticed her from time to time with a various one, some would stay the night in her room but I’m sure, she did not take any too seriously considering that she did not go steady with any particular one.

About, one month into the term, she knocked on my door at work, a small cubical designated to me at the end of a corridor, (laughingly called a workplace). She stuck her head in and asked to see me. I invited her in and hoped my love for her was not too evident. She asked for a favour. She was having difficulties doing her term documents both for her psychology course and my course. Writing, she described was not her thing. She let these tasks for class slide, being hectic with other things on school. She was desperate. Would I Help? Naturally I would help. Being careful not to distribute my sensations for her we went to work to get the papers composed. I helped her make an outline of what to say, put things in a logical order and make ideas. I need to admit, I did much of the work but she did some and she got A’s on both papers. I loved being with her.

Even after the conclusion of her term documents, she continued to use my support for a few of her other school assignments as she was extremely busy with her other activities. I was more than willing to help. I liked her and I would masturbate by simply considering her.

One day I goofed, I should have locked my door, but I was negligent and she strolled in while I was pulling off. How could this occur to me? Just as I was shooting my load she appeared at my door, smiling, giggling and watching me cum off. Hell could be no worse than to have her see me like this.

She said, Sorry, I caught you at a bad time, see ya later on and. What could I state to her?

I slept little that night attempting to figure out how I might deal with Linda.

The next day in class she made a hi-sign to me as if absolutely nothing occurred. I don’t understand how I got through the class with her sitting there, however I did. Could it be Linda?

It’s me, Linda, are you giggle preoccupied? Can I be available in?

Sure, come in, I’m not doing anything, and then realized how she would misinterpret the double entendre in my response. If I was flustered in class, I was actually flustered now.

I faltered, Linda please let me describe …

She interrupted, it’s not necessary, I understand, comprehend’re no different than various guys I people. You can’t help it. Thank God, I felt, she understood.

She turned to leave then turned back, and as an afterthought stated, but you were a naughty boy. You should be punished. Of course, she continued, If you feel, I shouldn’t, that’s okay, I will not and I’ll need to discover someone else to help me with my homework. I won’t be able to see you other than in class.

In a panic I stated, No, no, no, you are right, I should be penalized. I was at fault. Please do it.

Well, if you insist, possibly after classes tomorrow. with this, smiling, she left my workplace.

Are you good? she said with amusement, as she popped her head in my workplace the next day, and marched into my workplace before I had time even to provide an answer.

Linda, please, I’ve been believing throughout the day about all this and let’s talk.

Prior to I could continue, she interrupted by dropping a nylon rope about 5 feet long on my desk and she stated, sure, we can discuss this however what exists to state, you did what you did, you are not innocent are you? and did not give me a chance to state anything further.

She continued in making 2 little loops in the rope two feet apart in the centre of the rope. I was enthralled by what she was doing. She said, Stand up. I stood before her she nudged off my coat.

Hang on, let me describe. Not waiting, she continued to put each of my wrists in a different loop, tighten up the loops by pulling the ends of the rope, turning me around pulling each end of the rope around me tight and connecting them together in the back. She effectively pulled my hands to my sides so that my hands were bound and immobilized.

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Linda, wait, I do not know whether however before I finished she proceeded to bunch up my t-shirt and undershirt above my bound hands.

That’s not too tight, is it? she said, and not waiting for a response she pulled my belt out from the loops in my trousers. She unbuttoned the leading buttons of my pants and pulled the zipper down and hooked her thumbs in the sides of my shorts and trousers; tugged them down to my thighs exposing my penis and ass.

Oh look she stated as she raised my penis, it’s getting hard. You really can’t control yourself, can you? she chuckled. She pulled me over to the end of my desk, loosen my tie and with it pulled me down so that my chest and head rested at the end of my desk. I was bent over so that my bare ass hung out leaving me absolutely exposed.

You might say I am fragile and am a little effeminate, but I am not a fagot or a pervert. I helped her make a summary of what to state, put things in a sensible order and make recommendations. She stated, Sorry, I captured you at a bad time, see ya later on and. She turned to leave then turned back, and as an afterthought stated, but you were a naughty kid. Oh look she stated as she raised up my penis, it’s getting hard.