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I waited in my usual chair for Miss Autumn to arrive. The library was quiet and the second floor where I sat was deserted. Just like yesterday around lunchtime I looked up to see her walking toward me although I still couldn’t determine where she had come from. Once again wore the long boots under a long flowing dress but she had tied her hair back into a ponytail with wispy bangs. She wore a pair of golden earrings made from a hanging disc like a sun and looked even more amazing than I remembered.

I smiled warmly at her. She fixed me with her emerald eyes and smiled back, standing over me. What did she think of me? Did she know that I was becoming obsessed with her? Or did she think I was just a guy playing along to get his bit? Part of me wanted it to be the second option because then she’d know she could only play me so far before we ended up fucking. That was the easy option, the one where we kissed fondly at the end of the summer and got on with our lives. The alternative, that she knew and would feed my growing obsession, frightened me a little. I didn’t know how that one would end.

“Well?” she asked.

I nodded, my mouth dry already. “I managed it Miss Autumn.”

“What did you manage Tim?”

I looked around. The floor was still deserted.

“Miss Autumn, I managed not to masturbate or ejaculate since I saw you yesterday.”

She studied me for a few beats. “I believe you,” she said eventually. She turned and walked off towards the tiny office we had been in the day before. The hem of her dress whipped past her boots as she walked giving me a tantalising view of the legs I had spent so much of yesterday admiring. My reaction to seeing them was strangely physical. I could almost feel her foot pressing against my cheek.

I followed behind and waited while she unlocked it. We both entered and she locked the door behind us then took the only seat in the room in front of the desk. I waited while she eyed me up and down.

“Get undressed,” she said after a while.

So it was option two after all. We’d done the play acting and now she was ready for a bit of fun. In twenty minutes I’d be fucking her and then splurging on her tits. I ripped off my t-shirt and dropped my trousers and boxers. I was chubby around the waist and legs but my cock still reached a good seven inches which I thought held up ok against many of the porn stars I’d seen. I stepped out of my clothes and kicked them to one side. My stiff cock wobbled side to side. A bead of precum was oozing from the tip and I wiped it off quickly before she could accuse me of breaking my promise not to cum.

She gave no reaction to my nakedness. Instead she said, “Turn around.”

I did so and cheekily flexed my buttcheeks for her. I heard her rustling behind me and then she grabbed my wrist and wrenched it behind my back. She grabbed the other and I felt a loop of leather slide over them both and then tighten. She had tied my hands with her little belt. I suddenly felt very vulnerable.

“Let’s just make sure you don’t touch anything you shouldn’t.”

She sat back down and asked me to look at her. My face and chest were flushed as I stood there totally naked and helpless. My cock seemed to ignore the humiliation and stayed rock hard, almost painfully hard. More precum started to ooze from it.

“On your knees. Here.” she pointed between her feet.

I fell to the spot she indicated.

“Take off my boots and kiss my feet.”

“How Miss Autumn?” I asked, indicating my tied hands.

“Use your imagination,” she replied with a smirk. “Just don’t get any of your mess on them or you’ll be licking them clean.”

I almost jumped to obey her and set about trying to unzip the boots with my teeth and pull them off. I’d never really smelled leather boots before. I mean, I’d smelled leather shoes fresh out of the box before you put them on, I knew what leather smelled like. But I’d never smelled leather boots that were being worn by a sexual, sensual woman. And I’d never been a position where my nose was pressed up against the leather, so close that the smell wrapped me and invaded me. It was on my skin and in my mouth. It was earthy, oily and animalistic.

Once I’d finally pulled them from her legs I began kissing her stockinged feet and was rewarded by her sighing and relaxing into the chair. Once again her hand drifted down to rest on her crotch.

This seemed less and less like option two after all.

I kissed her feet and ankles and sucked each toe until my mouth ached. She seemed to sense that I was flagging and lowered her feet to the floor. I braced myself, remembering the brutal kick to the balls I’d received the day before.

“Come here Tim,” she said quietly and parted her legs. “It’s time to begin.”

I shuffled forward until I was between her knees.

Then, inch by inch, she slowly pulled back the hem of her dress. She revealed the length of the stockings and then the tops of her pale, wide thighs. Then I caught a glimpse of her exquisite pussy, dark and mysterious. She pulled the dress all the way up to her waist so she was completely exposed bursa escort to me. I had no idea what this was going to lead to.

Her pussy was neatly covered in short black hair, carefully waxed clean around the edges. Her lips peeped through the curly hairs, all purple and crinkly. I could see beads of moisture arrayed along their tips. With a finger and thumb from one hand she spread herself open. I prided myself on knowing a lot about a woman’s anatomy even though I had never seen one in real life. I’d studied enough female anatomy books in the library to know what each part was and, with my encyclopedic porn knowledge, what could be done to it. Her inner lips were like rose petals, blushed pink. I could see that her clitoris was entirely covered by a floppy hood and beneath that, barely visible, was her urethral opening and then her vagina which glistened with slick wetness. I even knew which tiny glands produced that wetness and which might allow her to squirt.

I leaned forward, assuming she wanted me to perform cunnilingus but she thwarted me by clamping with her legs just as my face came within inches of her. She flung her dress down over my head and plunged me into darkness. It was hot under the dress and I could smell the heavy aroma of sex and arousal. I’d spent the previous evening with the scent of her in my nostrils and this was similar but a thousand times more erotic. I wished I could taste her but I had to be content with inhaling her sex deeply.

I became aware of a repeating wet noise and I realised that she was masturbating once more. She had one hand under the edge of her dress rubbing her pussy. I still couldn’t see anything and her thighs grasped me with unexpected strength preventing me from moving. All I could do was listen to the sound of her masturbation and breathe her incredible scent. There was a long slow pulse somewhere low and deep within my groin and I could feel my cock leak with every beat.

She masturbated for a long time and I could feel her changing the position of her fingers every now and then. Sometimes they would be plunging in and out of her vagina and then they would move upwards, to her clitoris I presumed. All the while I could hear her faint panting in the background and the slick squelch of her busy fingers. I felt light headed from the heat and the intoxicating smell of her. Every moment I became more infused with her. I could feel myself wanting her with ever greater desire, ticking up inside me like an old fashioned clock.

When she came she nearly crushed me with her legs as she squeezed and lifted her whole body off of the chair. I heard a muffled squeal and I thought she must have jammed her fist into her mouth to stifle the noise. I was being battered around as she writhed and pumped her fingers into her pussy but there was nothing I could do.

When she had finished she flung back her dress and cool air hit my face. My hair was soaked with sweat and I could see her thighs we also coated with moisture, perhaps a mix of my sweat and her juices. She flapped at her face with one hand and blew out gently as her heart rate returned to normal. I was still trapped between her legs. In front of me her pussy was matted with juice and I could see creamy white cum leaking from her.

“Holy cow,” she said when she had her breath back. “It was so hot having you trapped there that I didn’t want it to end. I kept myself going for as long as I could bear.”

She stroked her pussy lips, lifted her fingers so she could inspect the juices then wiped them on the inside of her dress. I really wanted her to wipe them on me or let me suck them clean. I eyed her pussy and licked my lips as a hint. She saw me and laughed.

“No, you haven’t earned that reward yet, Tim.”

I wondered what I would need to do to get it. I was so aroused that I think at that moment I would have done anything she asked at all. I was completely under her spell. There was something about this woman that made me melt. She was more than twice my age and if I had seen her in a porn movie I’d have been skipping straight to the money shot yet here I was naked, bound and salivating at the thought of tasting her.

“Keep kneeling,” she said and released her grip on me. I sat back on my heels and tried to get comfortable. Her legs were still splayed and she idly stroked herself.

“Tell me why you masturbate in a library,” she said, placing particular emphasis on the last word. “Most guys jerk off in their bedrooms.”

“I used to but I can’t any more Miss Autumn,” I replied. “My parents caught me and now they’re being assholes about it.”

“Caught you jerking off to porn?”

“Yeah big time. It was pretty bad actually. The stuff I was into at the time, I mean.”

“Oh?”

I suddenly felt embarrassed, even though I was kneeling naked with a raging boner in front of a semi naked woman I’d only met two days ago.

“Yeah, it was like some bondage and watersports site. This guy was getting his ass reamed by a girl with a strap-on. I was, uh copying some of it.”

She laughed. bursa escort bayan “Oh to have seen the look on your parents faces.”

“My mum freaked, I don’t think she even knew that kind of thing existed.”

That strange smile again, then “And that kind of stuff turns you on?”

“It did. Maybe it still does, I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it since I met you.”

“Good. I can assure you that I will turn you on a lot more than some fake piss actors in a porn movie.”

“You’re already doing it Miss,” I responded.

“So I see,” she said and playfully kicked my cock with her foot. I winced involuntarily, hoping she wouldn’t kick any lower.

“Miss Autumn,” I began.

“Yes?”

“When do I get my reward? I held out for you and you promised me a reward.”

“In a while. We have plenty of time. Unless you can think of something you’d rather be doing?”

“No Miss Autumn, I can’t.” I really couldn’t. All I wanted was right there in the room.

“That pleases me Tim,” she said. “Do you enjoy pleasing me?”

“Yes Miss Autumn.”

“I will give you many opportunities to please me further. But for now I want you back here.” She placed her hands on her thighs with the palms toward me. I knelt forward and she took my face in her hands and tilted my face up towards her. Her hands were cool or my face was burning, I couldn’t tell.

She leaned down and kissed me, holding it for several seconds before releasing me.

“Now my darling, you must show your devotion to me again. I will restrain you once more because the temptation will be great and you have not yet mastered yourself.”

She closed her legs until they gripped my shoulders, holding me quite tightly in place. She drew her dress back down over my head and I was returned to my warm cocoon where every sense was filled with her.

This time my face was even closer to her pussy and when she put her hand over it her fingers were touching my lips. I kissed the back of her hand and felt her slide her fingers inside herself. I knew I could force myself forward and steal a taste of her or plunge my head into her crotch but I didn’t dare disappoint Miss Autumn. I wanted that reward to be all the sweeter when it came.

She flicked herself with her fingers and occasionally I felt a droplet of her juices fly out and hit my face. I kept still and imbibed the scent and sound of her. After a while I felt her change position and I guessed she was circling and pulling at her clitoris. The grip from her legs increased as she picked up speed and rubbed her clit and I could feel her getting tense. Her sexual scent was stronger too and her heat was like furnace on my face. I could hear her cursing as though from a distance and then when she started to cum a faint wail of pleasure.

She continued rubbing her clitoris throughout the orgasm, prolonging her enjoyment of it. Once it was over she lay there with me still trapped between her legs. I was hot, sweating and stifled by the lack of air. I knew my cock had been leaking throughout and I dreaded to see what kind of mess I had made on the floor.

When she threw back her dress I saw that her face was red and her ponytail had come loose. She looked incredibly sexy in her post orgasmic bliss. This was something you never saw in a porn movie and seeing it now, inches away from me, filled me with an intense desire to hold and comfort her.

“I’m delighted with you Tim,” she said. “You managed to curb some of your more selfish instincts. Remember your pleasure is subservient to mine.”

“Thank you Miss Autumn,” I replied, feeling pleased with myself. “I’ll remember.”

“I am so pleased that I think it’s time for your promised reward. Stand for me.”

Awkwardly, with my hands bound behind me, I scrambled to my feet and stood up straight. My cock pointed straight at her face, but I was horrified to see that it oozed precum. I backed away before I dripped on her dress, knowing for sure that it would displease her.

“I think I should have had you wear a condom. You’ve made a disgusting mess here,” she said pointing to a gooey pool on the carpet.

“I’m sorry Miss Autumn, I’ll clean it up.”

“This is because you lack control. Today I am in a good mood so I won’t make you clean it with your tongue. I may not be so lenient next time.”

“Thank you Miss Autumn,” I stuttered.

She reached into a drawer in the desk and found some tissues which she bunched up and threw onto the mess. She sat back, ran her fingers through her hair to straighten it out and refixed her ponytail. When she was done she reached behind her and unzipped the back of her dress a short way. This let her pull it down over her shoulders revealing much more of her neck and chest. She slipped both arms out of the sleeves and adjusted herself so her deep cleavage was on display. Her breasts were chalk white, not entirely smooth but firm and natural. Freckles ran in a crooked line down her breastbone out of sight between her pale globes.

“Here then,” she beckoned, a tissue escort bursa in her hand.

I edged closer and she wiped the end of my cock not particularly gently. She tossed the wet tissue with the others on the floor.

“You may take your reward now,” she smiled. “Cum for me.”

I waited but she didn’t move, just kept smiling at me.

“Aren’t you going to touch it?” I asked, “My hands are tied.”

“I’m not touching it.” she said firmly.

“But how?”

“Use your imagination,” she said with the same smirk as before.

“My… I don’t… help…” I unexpectedly burst into tears.

“Oh darling,” she said and dabbed at my eyes with yet another tissue. “You must learn the control I need. When I tell you to cum you must do so.”

“I don’t know how,” I sobbed.

“In that case I think you perhaps need a little help.” She searched around a bit and then reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a plastic ruler, flexing it slightly between her hands.

I stepped back in fear.

“Stay.” she commanded. Her voice was so powerful I had no choice but to return to her. My cock bobbed over her breasts. My precum had dried up but my cock was still painfully erect.

She lifted each of my balls with the ruler as though she was weighing them. They were heavy and, to me, felt full to bursting. The end of the ruler bent under their weight. With a deft move she ran the end of the ruler along the vein that ran under my cock until my cock head was resting on the ruler’s edge. The feeling was divine and I felt sure with some more stroking I’d be able to achieve release.

Instead she tapped the end of my cock lightly with the flat of the ruler and then again much harder. I tried to pull away in pain but one look from her made me freeze. She slapped the side of my cock with the flat of the ruler hard enough to sting.

“Cum for me,” she said.

I tried desperately to force myself to cum but it wasn’t happening. Then she began slapping my cock all along its length with the ruler. No individual slap was hard enough to really hurt but when combined they seemed to reinforce one another and soon my cock felt like it was on fire. Even a tiny slap seemed to burn me and I started crying again.

“Cum for me,” she repeated firmly.

She continued with the tiny slaps all over my cock. Then, all of a sudden, I seemed to slip into a strange reverse world where my pain became pleasure and vice versa. It hurt more between slaps than it did when actually being hit. I could feel a pressure building inside me and my balls rose up close to my body. Miss Autumn continued hitting every part of my penis with the ruler, never allowing the pleasure pain to subside. Her face was wrapped up in concentration as she drove me along to the inevitable conclusion.

I knew I was going to come and I wanted myself to do it for her.

“Cum for me,” she said a final time and I did as she directed. I showered her chest with thick jets of sperm. She used the ruler to direct me away from her clothes, smiling in delight as I pumped my balls dry. I was still crying but it wasn’t from the pain, I was overwhelmed that I had managed to do as she asked.

“Oh my darling,” she said when the last spurt had left me. “You did wonderfully. I knew you would. It was all the better because you saved yourself.”

Her chest and breasts were covered in a thick coating of my emission. It rolled down into her cleavage. She dabbed at herself with more tissue and then set about cleaning herself up. Meanwhile I staggered back and fell to my knees. I felt drained and my cock was still burning. I still couldn’t really believe what had happened. I didn’t really understand how the pain of the ruler had turned to so much pleasure that I was able to cum. Maybe there’s a book on it out there, I thought, making myself laugh.

She looked curiously at me as I grinned and reached over to loosen the belt that held my hands. She then threw me tissues to clean myself up with. I rubbed my wrists which were quite sore having been held in position for what must have been a couple of hours.

She was fully dressed now and was threading the narrow belt around her waist. I noticed that she had modified it with extra holes to allow it to be fastened tight around a small diameter such as my wrists. I knew then that every detail had been planned in advance: the tying, the confinement beneath her dress and most of all the pain she’d inflicted with the ruler. At the time it had seemed spontaneous but she had controlled me every step of the way. It felt weirdly reassuring and strangely loving to know that someone was thinking about me in such detail and working so hard to teach me self control.

She helped me dress and then took me into her arms. With the heels on her boots we were about the same height and I rested my head against her shoulder. She was warm and soft and smelled of summer.

“Tim, I am so happy that you have taken these first steps on your journey,” she whispered. “You have spent your life lost in the selfish pursuit of pleasure and now it controls you and slowly it is taking you apart. If you allow this to continue then you will forever be searching for the impossible, never able to truly love anything other than a fantasy. I can help you. I can be that fantasy made real, your goddess. I am offering you a chance to be loved totally and unconditionally but it must be reciprocated by your total devotion to me.”

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