Autumn’s Tender Warmth
by Kitten Delight
Copyright© 2011/2019/2026 by Kitten Delight
Erotica Sex Story: Autumn is going about the daily routine of running her BDSM Institution. That is, until she meets young Jeffrey. There is something different about the boy, and she is drawn to his angelic face and childlike innocence. He thinks she's the most awesome person he's ever met, and the two spend a magical few hours together. Autumn must face the decision she's made. In the name of business. Business? Who is she kidding? Her life will never be the same again; neither will Jeffrey's.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Coercion Romantic BiSexual Fiction BDSM FemaleDom Light Bond Exhibitionism Oral Sex .
Published by Red Kitty’s Publishing
Cover Design by Shiloh Young
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Please remember this story is a work of fiction, and the author does not endorse deviant, reckless, or dangerous sexual behavior.
For a moment, let us contemplate Autumn. Not the season, but rather the woman. A wealthy, mysterious lady, a person of position and power. Her organization is not ... entirely ... legal. She deals in human weakness, a purveyor of exotic things, sexual training, erotic encounters, or people. She acquires and sells people as others deal in more mundane merchandise.
Autumn’s motto, “Business and pleasure can always mix. But never let pleasure get in the way of Business.” But even Autumn has a heart.
There once was a young lad from the ghetto
Whose mind was that of a child-O
Autumn saw him & wanted the cash
He was hers in a flash
When the time came to part
He simply broke her heart
Autumn’s Tender Warmth
The sign at the end of the long, private driveway read “Autumn’s Institute of Sex Therapy.” The sign was generic, disguising the fact the courses held in the old mansion were in the art of advanced bondage discipline, sadism, and masochistic techniques. She had a reputation for being the best teacher in the art, and students clamored to be in her small, intimate, and expensive four-week courses.
Students were trained to be dominant, submissive or switch, and remained at the Institute for the entire course. The Institute had from five to ten students at any given time who paid $10,000 apiece for the intensive training the Mistress and her teachers gave.
Autumn looked out the window at the rising sun. She was looking forward to the graduation ceremony that night, where six students would be receiving their diplomas. Autumn would personally deliver the invitation to their significant others. She turned from the window to look at the young woman who lay sleeping on the floor, curled up in a fetal position.
“Deidre wake up,” Mistress Autumn spoke to the woman. The woman woke with a start and looking up; she saw her Mistress. As she knelt in front of Autumn, Deidre bowed her head down to the floor, her arms extended in supplication.
“Mistress Autumn, I beg of you, may I be excused from your glorious presence?”
“Yes, Deidre, you may. Please go and attend to the students.” With that, Deidre rose, bowed her head, then picked up her clothing and exited the room.
Autumn left to deliver the invitations in person, dressed in her signature leather. She liked delivering the graduation invitations, and it was all part of the excellent service the students paid her well for.
Autumn strode with confidence down the long hall as her high heels clicked on the tile floor. The black leather of her tight-fitting outfit clung to her skin, leaving little to the imagination. Her short, auburn hair was slicked back in a male style, yet it didn’t give her a masculine look at all. Her bright blue eyes searched the hall, looking at each door as she passed. Lawyers and doctors dominated the offices with an occasional accountant gracing an office here or there.
“Look at her,” one maintenance man said to his companion. He ogled her as she walked away from him. “Ass moves like it’s on ball bearings.”
“Nice swivel, yes, sir, Jimbo,” the other man said. “Real in charge lady though, she’d have your balls in her pocket, my friend.”
“Might be worth it,” Jim said. “Yeah, it might be worth a lot of pain to be with her.”
Autumn finally came across the office she was looking for; James A. Hamilton, Attorney at Law. Pushing the door open, she walked in purposefully, stood in the middle of the room, and clasped her hands behind her back. Autumn stared at the receptionist, the lone occupant of the room. She looked at the name badge on the woman’s shirt that read Hi, I’m Amanda - How May I Help You?
The receptionist gazed at her and asked, “Do you wish to see Mr. Hamilton?” Amanda studied the leather-clad woman up and down. She stood over 6 feet tall in her high heels, looking very domineering, exciting Amanda intensely.
The black outfit clung to her form tightly, showing off a well-toned body, muscular yet still feminine. The tight-fitting slacks, also black leather, clung to her equally impressive lower body.
“No, Amanda. Your husband demands the honor of your presence at Seasons Ballroom this evening at 10:00pm, where he will receive his degree in “Intermediate Dominance.” Your husband, having graduated his course, is ordering you to report to the Institute next Monday for your Caged Submission training to commence.” Autumn paused, looking at Amanda. She was your typical cookie-cutter blonde bimbo. Amanda was tiny, maybe five feet in height, massive tits of D, or even Double D. She was top-heavy over her impossibly thin waist. She looked in her mid-20s and far more attractive than her husband.
Amanda almost squealed out loud in joy.
“Totally cool! Oh my God, I have been waiting and waiting for this! It is like the most awesome thing of all time. And you are the mistress in the flesh come to tell me! OH ... MY ... GOD how totally Coolio is that...” she prattled on with a stream of simple-minded observations and comments, showing what a nit, she was, “What all do I get to do?” She excitedly asked Autumn.
“Shut up, you stupid bitch!” Autumn snapped at her, “If I tell you what is going to happen, there is little reason for you to be there.” Autumn held her hand in front of her face. The woman signaled, with her index finger, for Amanda to come to her. Amanda came out from around the desk and stood before Autumn.
“Your training will begin tonight at the Graduation. You have already proven how ignorant of submission you are.” The carefully chosen words both stung and excited Amanda. “We thought Johnny was full of shit. We believed you couldn’t be as dumb as he asserted. However, with your lack of emotional control, overexcited manner, I fear perhaps you are more of a moron than even he believes.”
“I am sorry, Mistress. I didn’t mean to sound stupid.” Amanda stated. “I will do better, I promise. I’ll make a good slave for Johnny.”
Autumn suddenly reached down into Amanda’s blouse and slid her hand inside the woman’s bra. Amanda attempted to recoil from her, shocked. Autumn stopped her immediately, grabbing the back of Amanda’s head with her free hand.
“I am your Mistress, bitch. Don’t ever pull away from me!” She clamped her hand down on Amanda’s breast, squeezing hard, staring into Amanda’s eyes a few inches from her own.
“Yes, Mistress, I’m yours do as you wish.” She knew that was the proper response, remembering some of what Johnny had commanded her. Amanda felt the pain, mixing with pleasure, as her nipple stiffened in Autumn’s hand. Autumn moved to the other breast, repeating the procedure. Amanda closed her eyes, fearing now that her boss would emerge from his office. She felt the odd sensation of pain fusing with pleasure as her pussy began to grow moist. Suddenly she felt Autumn’s lips pressed against hers as her strong hands pulled Amanda tight.
A tingle started in Amanda’s brain, traveled down her spine, and settled in her neither regions, she dampened, gooseflesh rose over her body. She couldn’t draw her breath, as delight tugged at her emotions.
The kiss seemed to last forever. The embrace was broken as quickly as it began, leaving Amanda standing there in stunned ecstasy. She heard the door open and close, and her eyes sprang open to see an empty office.
“Bye, bye, Mistress,” she said. Her senses slow returned to her. Looking around, she wanted to follow her but knew she couldn’t.
For the rest of the day, she couldn’t stop squirming. She couldn’t control her body from continuing to react to that, fleeting, wild, erotic kiss. There was a moistness in private parts, as a wet sticky discharge soiled her panties.
Amanda could still feel that hard, electric kiss, the power of it within her intensified her will to serve the Mistress. She was anticipating how wonderful her training to please her husband was going to be.
Autumn noticed that the workmen had left the hall as she strolled back down the hall. Still shaking her head, as she contemplated the blonde bimbo. She had her work cut out for her on this one if she was ever going to make her submissiveness to Johnny, work. Her thoughts were interrupted when a young man stepped out of one of the doctor’s offices. He lunged out in front of her. Autumn heard him gasp when the young man saw the tall, leather-clad woman striding toward him.
Autumn sized up the young man in an instant. He’d come out of a doctor’s office who specialized in the care of the mentally impaired. The man was short, young and very cute. His blue eyes were wide open as he looked at her. She came up to him, stopped. She gazed down at him, a smile crept over her face.
“Little boy, you are staring at me. Didn’t your mommy teach you better manners?” Autumn asked the boy firmly. He slowly nodded his head, dropping his gaze.
What a pretty boy he is, she thought. She wanted to see how mentally impaired he was, though.
“What is your name?” Autumn asked him.
“I’m Jeffrey, Miss,” he hesitated, took a deep gulp. “That’s with a J or a G.”
“J,” he said.
She nodded and introduced herself to him.
“You may call me, Miss Autumn.”
“That’s like fall, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it’s like the fall of the year. How old are you, little boy?” She asked him, towering over him. As he looked up at her again, she felt drawn to his angelic face.
“I’m 18-years-old, ma’am. But, not that old in my head.” He continued to stare at her, unable to look away. He was in awe of her black leather look. He’d seen the grace in the way she carried herself and the way she moved like a cat.
“Eighteen-years-old? What grade are you in school?” She asked as she reached out to touch his shaggy blonde hair, unable to resist. He inhaled, as her long slender fingers stroked his hair and caressed his face. He likes that, she thought.
“I just finished school, Miss,” He said. Not drawing away from her hand. Her hand was so soft on his face. Her touch felt so incredible. When she withdrew her hand, she saw the countenance on his face change. He looked almost sad.
“So, dear boy, you have finished high school?”
“No, I just graduated from Middle School, Miss.” He said, puffing his chest up with a considerable amount of pride. “They said I was so smart I didn’t have to go onto High School.” Trying to impress on her, he was worthy of being touched. His mannerisms were like those of a 12-year-old boy, she decided. How sad, she mused... he’s not going to high school because he’s obviously not mentally capable of handling it. Yet, Jeffrey thinks it’s because he’s learned enough...
“How tall are you, little boy?” Autumn questioned him. Each time she said it, she emphasized “Little boy,” watching his response. She put her hand on his shoulder now as she looked around, noting there was still no one else in the hallway.
“Five feet and four and ½ inches,” Jeffery said, putting emphasis on the ½ inch. He liked her hand on him. Her touch made Jeffery feel important. He felt something else he hoped she wouldn’t notice. Jeffery was getting stiff down there and was afraid it would make her mad at him. He tried to hide his erection, moved one his legs in front of the other.
Autumn bent down to his ear, whispering to him. “You are a pretty little boy, very lovely indeed.” Her warm breath touched his ear as she whispered to him, and his skin reacted by producing small little goosebumps. “Do you like the way I look, dear?” He nodded rapidly.
He wanted her to kiss him. He knew that was wrong, mommy had said so, but how do you tell a real woman you want her to kiss you? She continued to whisper in his ear.
“Is mommy or daddy waiting for you in the parking lot, dear?” Autumn asked him.
“I don’t have a daddy, Miss, just a mommy, but she’s not here. I was walking to my friend’s house to spend the night. We’re going to stay up and eat junk food and watch movies all night!” The boy told her excitedly, his eyes shining.
“Do you still want to go there, Jeffrey?” She asked him, her lips touching his ear as she talked to him.
“Um, yeah ... I mean, no, I would rather spend time with you, Miss!” He blurted out with childlike honesty. He was hers now.
“Would you like to see more of me? Perhaps see me naked, Jeffrey?” He gulped and nodded quickly. “Then come with me, Jeffrey.” She took the young man’s hand and led him down the hallway, exited the building and headed to her waiting limo.
The limo driver saw her coming and quickly opened the back door for them. Autumn had Jeffrey scoot over to the middle before she climbed in beside him. Her driver closed the door, then quickly went around to the driver’s seat. The divider between the passengers and the driver kept their conversation private.
“What is your mommy’s full name?”
“What? Oh yeah ... Mary May Stanford,” he said, looking around at the limo, his eyes wide.
“Really? I know a Mary May Stanford. Where do you live?”
“Um... 2535 Huntington Road.” He said distractedly, leaning forward to check out the front seat beyond the panel. “This is a cool car, Miss Autumn!” He said, beaming at her. Autumn smiled at his enthusiasm.
He really was a sweet boy. She almost changed her mind and thought about letting him get out of the car. Then the business side of her mind took over, and she motioned for the driver to go. She was familiar with the part of town he lived in. It was a slum area, filled with poverty and social welfare recipients. She now had the information she needed.
“I know your mommy,” she lied. “I interviewed her last year about you, in fact. I’m a social worker, and she and I talked about your problem. I am set up for you to get some help. Are you getting the help I set up?” She asked him, deceptively.
“Yes, I come here every week now, Miss, thank you. They are teaching me to be more independent, so I can do stuff for myself,” he told her proudly. “They’re helping me with my speech, so it is clearer.”
“Well, Jeffrey, they’re doing a wonderful job, my dear.” She made out to him that she’d heard him speak before, and that this time, he spoke louder with more clarity.
He again stuck his chest out with pride. Whatever improvement there was, he still spoke with slurred words and a slow faltering pace.
“Thank you, Miss! I try hard!”
“I can tell. You are a fine little boy.”
“I will have my office call your mommy and let her know I have decided to treat you to dinner. I can take you to your friend’s house when we are done. Does that sound alright to you? I tell you what, to save time, I’ll call her now. What’s her number?” Autumn asked.
He gave her his mom’s cell number, and Autumn pretended to dial the phone number on her cell.
“Hello Mrs. Stanford, this is Autumn from Social Services ... I am good, how are you?” She paused for effect, pretending to listen to the other person talk. “Well, the reason I called is that I ran into your boy Jeffrey ... Oh no, no, he is behaving well. No need to worry, Mrs. Stanford, he is a lovely polite boy. You have done a wonderful job with him, and I’m pleased to see the progress he’s making. What a sweet young man he is.” Jeffrey loved it when she said he was sweet. Calling him a young man made him feel extra important.
“Well, the reason I called is that I would love to take Jeffrey to dinner before dropping him off at his friend’s house. Is that okay?” She paused for a minute, smiling down at the boy. “Wonderful, Mrs. Stanford, thank you. If it got too late, would it be okay if he spent the night at my place?” She paused, having to add this last part to reassure the boy. “That’s wonderful, thank you. Good-bye, Mrs. Stanford.”
She put the cell phone back in her hip pocket, smiling a big smile at the boy. “Well, mommy said for you to have a good time. She also said to be a good boy for me. Will you be a good boy for me?”
“Yes, I will be a good boy for you, Miss Autumn. That’s right, isn’t it? I call you, Miss Autumn.” He asked.
“Yes, Jeffrey, that’s the way you should address me. Always call me, Miss Autumn. Never just Autumn, and absolutely never ‘hey.’ You must always address those above you in a manner that shows you respect them.” She knew it was time to change the tone of the conversation.
“Do you play with your pee-pee, little boy?” He ducked his head down, embarrassed by the question, and worried what his answer should be. “It is okay, sweetheart. It’s only natural if you do.” He again nodded, keeping his eyes averted.
“Would you like to look at my body while you play with your pee-pee, dear?” Again, he nodded his head hard. “We can do that when we’re alone together soon. Would you like that little boy?” He finally looked up at her, nodding fast now, hoping she couldn’t see his hands trying in vain to cover the growing bulge in his pants.
The old house stood at the end of the long private driveway. Built in the early 19th century, the house had been in Autumn’s family for generations. She loved the old house, though she was aware some of the servants felt the place was just plain spooky. The living quarters were on the west side of the house, while the Institute utilized the entire east wing.
The limo driver entered the large parking area at the back of the house, stopping at the rear entrance. Autumn pulled Jeffrey out of the car with her, holding his hand as she led him inside the vast estate. The servants watched as she moved in her cat-like manner to the staircase, leading the boy. She addressed them, “I’m not to be disturbed. My new friend, Jeffrey, and I have some important things to take care of.”
She paused for a moment then continued, “Janice, please send a priority email to the group, informing them the starting bid will be $30,000.”
Autumn and Jeffrey turned and continued to the top of the stairs before she stopped and addressed them.
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