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You might state I am delicate and am a little effeminate, however I am not a fagot or a pervert. I like ladies, and certainly, 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 range, watch over her and see that no damage would come to her. She seemed to choose 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 since 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 appointed to me at the end of a corridor, (laughingly called an office). She stuck her head in and asked to see me. I invited her in and hoped my love for her was not too apparent. She requested a favour. She was having difficulties doing her term papers both for her psychology course and my course. Writing, she explained 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. Taking care not to distribute my feelings for her we went to work to get the papers composed. I helped her make an overview of what to say, put things in a logical order and make recommendations. I have to admit, I did much of the work but she did some and she got A’s on both documents. I enjoyed being with her.

Even after the completion of her term papers, she continued to use my assistance for a few of her other school assignments as she was exceptionally busy with her other activities. I was more than ready to help. I loved her and I would masturbate by just thinking about her.

One day I goofed, I should have locked my door, but I was negligent and she walked in while I was pulling off. Hell could be no even worse than to have her see me like this.

She stated, Sorry, I captured you at a bad time, see ya later and. What could I state to her? I was embarrassed and mortified. I was deathly afraid that I would lose her. What to do?

I slept little that night attempting to find out how I might face Linda.

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

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

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

I stammered, Linda please let me describe …

She disrupted, it’s not necessary, I comprehend, you’re no various than other men I know. You can’t manage your urges. It’s OK. You can’t assist it. I will not hold it versus you. 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 must be penalized. Naturally, she continued, If you feel, I shouldn’t, that’s okay, I will not and I’ll need to discover another person to help me with my homework. I won’t be able to see you except 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 firmly insist, maybe after classes tomorrow. with this, smiling, she left my office.

Are you good? she stated with amusement, as she popped her head in my workplace the next day, and marched into my workplace before I had time even to offer a response.

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

Before I could continue, she disrupted 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 provide me a chance to state anything further.

She proceeded in making two small loops in the rope two feet apart in the centre of the rope. She said, Stand up.

Hang on, let me explain. Not waiting, she continued to put each of my wrists in a separate 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 successfully pulled my hands to my sides so that my hands were bound and incapacitated.

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Linda, wait, I don’t know whether but before I completed she continued to bunch up my shirt and undershirt above my bound hands.

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

Oh look she said as she raised up my penis, it’s getting hard. 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.

You might say I am delicate and am a little effeminate, but I am not a pervert or a fagot. I helped her make a summary of what to say, put things in a sensible order and make ideas. She said, Sorry, I caught you at a bad time, see ya later 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 lifted up my penis, it’s getting hard.