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You may state I am fragile and am a little effeminate, but I am not a fagot or a pervert. I like ladies, and certainly, I liked Linda who I observed from the first day she came to my class.

I am not a stalker however felt a need after class to follow her at a sensible range, supervise her and see that no damage would come to her. She appeared to choose the huge guys. I observed her from time to time with a different one, some would remain the night in her space but I’m sure, she did not take any too seriously since she did not go steady with any specific 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 passage, (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 obvious. 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 assignments for class slide, being hectic with other things on school. She was desperate. Would I Help? Obviously I would assist. Taking care not to give away 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 tips. I have to confess, I did much of the work but she did some and she got A’s on both documents. I liked being with her.

Even after the conclusion of her term papers, she continued to use my help for a few of her other school assignments as she was very hectic with her other activities. I was more than happy to assist. I enjoyed her and I would masturbate by just thinking of her.

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

She said, Sorry, I caught you at a hard time, see ya later on and left. What could I say to her? I was ashamed and mortified. I was deathly scared that I would lose her. What to do?

I slept little that night trying to determine how I could face Linda.

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

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

Sure, been available in, I’m not doing anything, and then understood how she would misinterpret the double meaning in my reaction. If I was flustered in class, I was truly flustered now.

I stammered, Linda please let me describe …

She interrupted, it’s not necessary, I understand, comprehend’re no different than other 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 kid. I won’t be able to see you except in class.

In a panic I said, No, no, no, you are right, I ought to be punished. I was at fault. Please do it.

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

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

Linda, please, I’ve been thinking all 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 is there to state, you did what you did, you are not innocent are you? and did not provide me a chance to say anything even more.

She proceeded in making two little 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 the loops by pulling the ends of the rope, turning me around pulling each end of the rope around me tight and tying them together in the back. She successfully pulled my hands to my sides so that my hands were bound and immobilized.

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Linda, wait, I do not understand whether but before I finished she continued to bunch up my t-shirt and undershirt above my bound hands.

That’s not too tight, is it? she said, and not awaiting a response 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 shorts and pants; 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 may say I am delicate and am a little effeminate, however I am not a fagot or a pervert. I helped her make an overview of what to state, put things in a rational 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 said, however you were a naughty boy. Oh look she stated as she lifted up my penis, it’s getting hard.