George : 01 - When I hired a typist for a paper (F/M)

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01 - When I hired a typist for a paper
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By George

Friday, May 17th 2002 - 08:07:58 PM

This event was one that will always stay in my memory... I was finishing a major paper and was, as usual, pushing the deadline - that happened to be right after Thanksgiving so instead of going home, as I'd planned, I stayed in the dorm. My roommates and practically everyone else on the floor were gone. Since I had discovered it took me longer to type a paper than write it in the first place, I had hired a typist and had already taken her part of the paper- in my handwriting. She called me on a Sunday afternoon to say she just couldn't read my writing and was having a terrible time - the paper was due on Tuesday so this was serious. I offered to go to her house but she said she wanted to get out anyway - her husband was drinking and she didn't want to be there...

She arrived about an hour later with her typewriter and a small suitcase... She was about 40 or so - ancient to me at the time - petite with short black hair and blue eyes - I was very aware of her as a woman from the start..

The paper was about 50 pages and she had typed only about 5 - she said she would do the rest in time but only if I paid her considerably more for the job since my writing made it much more difficult than she had bargained for. I told her I could barely afford what we had agreed to and couldn't pay any more - which was very true!

I was desperate and showed it... wasn't there some way I could pay her later or something? She started to get her things together and I started to see images of not graduating... finally, she stopped by the door and said with a smile -" well maybe there is something you can do.
If you stay here with me while I type, I can get you to read whatever I don't understand..."

"Well sure, I'll do that", I eagerly agreed.

" Well, its going to be late by the time I finish this and I don't stay in a man's room at night alone. To make me feel safe, I will ask that you let me tie you up.. I'll untie you before I leave."

It was no time to argue... and frankly, the idea turned me on a little.. especially when she asked me to undress to my shorts. I asked why but she said that's the way it has to be if you want this done. I did so I did.

She opened the case she had brought and it became clear this was not a spur of the moment idea... she had soft black rope in various lengths. She smiled and motioned me to the bed. She tied my arms to the top of the bed and tied my ankles together on top of the bed rail at the bottom. She was working right there at the desk so my bare feet were within easy reach. She slapped my soles hard with a ruler and said something about keeping me awake and alert... not a problem!

She sat down to type and ignored me for at least ten minutes... then I felt her fingers stroking the soles of my feet and she was soon standing beside me... a scissors in her hand. She noticed the bulge of my hardness and simply laughed as she cut off my shorts. I was suddenly nude and very aroused. She simply went back to the typewriter and left me there while she worked for another half hour or so. Talking to me about the paper as if we were in a perfectly normal situation... asking about wording... etc. I was about to go crazy... and remained very hard.

Finally, she came back to the side of the bed and started to very slowly masturbate me.. to the very edge of orgasm... But she stopped when I was close. She did this over and over til I was covered with sweat and straining against the bonds, begging her to make me climax. She went back to her typing... repeating the pattern of teasing me to the brink over and over and then ignoring me.

An hour had passed and I was very sore and my circulation in question. She untied me and told me I could go to the bathroom but to be back so she could retie me in a few minutes. I was sort of in a daze and had no desire whatever to escape this... it was the most erotic thing that I had experienced. She soon retied me kneeling with my wrists tied together behind my back and my feet tied together- a rope was passed between my hands and feet and I was sort of hogtied in a kneeling position on a chair beside her. In this position she could reach my penis and did - she stroked me in time with her ruler lashing the soles of my feet. It was incredibly erotic and felt like my feet were wired to my genitals. She kept this up until I was again on the edge of orgasm and stopped... only to start again... and again... And then she went back to work as if I weren't there. Within reach of her I knelt rather painfully by now begging her to finish me... Instead she gagged me.

She finished the paper at about 2 AM... I had been tied and retied in various positions throughout the night but never allowed to climax... At the end, she had me hanging by my wrists in the bathroom with my toes just touching the floor. She came in and carefully untied me and let me down- she kissed me full on the mouth before she left and winked... I was still hard and unsatisfied.

I never saw her again although I did try.. I learned she had left her husband and moved back to someplace in the Midwest... I would love to repeat the experience.

George
ramius777@hotmail.com

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