                   SPIRITED BY DAY,SUBMISSIVE BY NIGHT Part 3
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 He drew me to my feet and guided me onto the table beside
 Giselle. His strong erection pierced me from behind, immediately trig-
 gering my long awaited orgasm. He bucked against me, needless of my
pain or pleasure. Both sensations overwhelmed me: pain at the sheer
size of him, and pleasure at being taken so completely and so well.
When I came a sec~nd time, I felt him release inside me.
  Thereafter, every Tursday afternoon I would take a two and a half
hour lunch and Jed, and I would drive to his boss's house, where I
would become the temporary "property" of Wilhelm. who would
in turn, yield his wife, Giselle, to Jed. Most often, Wilhelm and I
would be alone in the den, with Giselle and Jed off in another room.
  I was completely subject to him, and his discipline for any and all
infractions usually took the form of spankings  with one of vast arrey of
whips and crops he kept locked in acloset behind the great old desk.
Sometimes I would receive specific instructions via a morning phone
call regarding what to wear or bring to our lunch date. Often it was a
particular piece of lingerie, or perhaps Ben Wa balls or a dildo.
  one afternoon,though, I realized too late that I had forgotten the
dildo that had been requested that morning. Trembling, I stood before
Wilhelm. vainly begging him forgiveness. He wanted Jed and
Giselle to be present for my punishment, especially since it was
clear that Jed had been affronted as well; my forgetfulness somehow re-
flected the strength of his discipline as my regular master.
  My clothes were taken from me and I was blindfolded and hand-
cuffed. Wilhelm told Giselle to "bring the black leather bag." Jed
guided me as the four of us, led by Wilhelm , headed for another
room. Except for that first lunch in the dining room, I had not spent
time outside of Wilhelm's den. We passed through the living room and
foyer and then went down a circular staircase, Jed carefully leading
me. At the foot of the stairs, I felt cold stone beneath my bare feet. We
advanced a few more steps, then stopped. My blindfold was re-
moved, but I was ordered not to budge.
 We were in a huge kitchen with a brown slate floor and green and
gold wallpaper. An antique cast iron stove stood against the far wall
while the best modern appliances lined the wall behind me. Pots and
pans of every description nearly covered a natural brick wall to my
left, while a sink and a long wooden counter ran along the wall to my
right. A heavy wooden table and chairs stood in the center.
 Aithough the kitchen was actually part of the basement, the win-
dows were large and set high over the sink and counter,  admitting
plenty of bright afternoon sun. A row of lush hanging plants ex-
tended the length of the ceiling and ended right over my head, breath-
ing the fresh fragance of growing herbs.
 Wilhelm had produced a step stool and was directing Jed to take
down some of those planters. I noticed that all the baskets were sus
pended from heavy metel hooks screwed into the ceiling. I felt the
sweat beading on my upper lip.
 Giselle was very glamorous that day. She wore only a small black hat
with a veil over her face and delicate, high black heels. Her outsized
breasts had been rouged and the sparse hair of her crotch had been
shaved into rhe shape of a heart I continually averted my eyes when
she looked at me, shamed that another woman should witness my
humiliation. Nevertheless, when she was not watching me, I stared at
those tight, heavy breasts and flaring hips accented by her wasp-like
waist.
 She produced and served to the four of us a bottle of champagne. I
was still handcuffed, but managed to drink down my glass and the rest
ot the bottle which Wilhelm insisted should be mine. From two of
the plant hooks high in the ceiling hung two chains with leather wrists
cuffs. Two other leather cuffs with a metal pole between them lay on the
floor next to the open black bag. The two men undressed.
 The pleasant buzzing in my ears from my champagne high failed to
dispel the fear that welled up in.me
when Jed drew me over to the hanging chains and removed my hand-
cuffs. Each man pulled one of my wrists over my head and strapped it
into a leather cuff. Though my hands were over my head I was able
to stand comfortably. Wilhelm himself attached the ankle brace which
Spread my legs and effectively hobbled me.
 Wilhelm uncoiled a small whip from the mysterious bag. Gisefle
and Jed stood behind him, she watching me, he standing behind
her fondling and milking her rosy nipples. Jealousy burned in my
bosom: Jed seemed too engrossed with Giselle to care about me! Gi-
selle looked triumphant, her scarlet lips curling in a sensual sneer, en-
ioying my boyfriend's caresses.
 A shriek burst from my lips as Wilhelm struck the first blow. "You
must watch your man make love to a beautiful woman while you are
suffering pain and humiliation!" he told me. He plied my back and ass
with lashes. My cries stimulated the two making love before me. Gi-
selle lay back on the huge old table and readied herself. I watched in
agony as Jed penetrated her. Her moans of pleasure were nearly as
loud as my screams as they fucked furiously.
 Wilhelm, the conductor of this symphony of lust, urged them on,
punctuating every move with the most graphic expletives, forcing my
attention to every detail. Jed's powerful body went rigid as he came
inside her. Then he climbed to his knees and straddled. He lifted her
veil and forced her to suck him clean.
 Wilhelm now coiled his whip and dropped it into the black bag.
My back and ass were ablaze, but it
was nothing compared to the firebetween my legs. Giselle got to her
feet, a coy smile on her lips. She drew a vibrator from the bag and
switched it on. She approached me slowly, feline, smelling of sex, her
eyes riveting me. At the first touch of the vibrator against my taut nip-
les, I shuddered. It would be slow torture ; I knew she would not let me
come.
 Suddenly I became aware of my full bladder. Now Wilhelm's gener-
osity with the champagne was explained. When I asked to relieve
myself, he laughed. I was told to retain the water and any accident
on my part would be dealt with severely. With the vibrator teasing ev-
ery pore of my body, such retention would be nearly impossible.
 Giselle's vibrator touched me,nipples, stomach, groin and thighs.
Pressure from my bursting bladder multiplied every rippling sensa-
tion. At the escape of a small trickle, she triumphantly pro-
claimed my failure and asked to be allowed to administer punishment.
She found a rubber dildo in the bag and greased it. A switch at the end
let the artificial cock vibrating.
 I pleaded with her to bury it in my vagina. Oblivious to my words,
she touched the top of my ass, sliding it down the crack until it
reamed my anal opening. She played around the sphincter, then
slid the big dildo into my anus. The pressure inside me set me off twice
in succession, another trickle of urine escaping me.
 Wilhelm unhooked the ankle bar and picked up my legs, standing
between them so I hung from the ceiling. His swollen member
sought entrance to my vagina. Giselle sat on the floor behind me,
holding her toy inside me while her husband sank himself into me. I
came, screaming, again, my convulsing pussy getting him off as
well. My golden shower burst like a pent-up dam, its warm flood flow-
ing over us and onto Giselle's hand.
 It did not seem possible for things to get better between Jed and me,
but the introduction of the Augusts into our lovemaking has added a
dimension to our sexual explorations. It is a special advantage to
have Wilhelm's expertise. Also,seeing Jed with others in a Sexual
situation has made me appreciate him even more. Most importantly,
we have gained two excitine friends on our erotic journey of
discovery.
                    THE END

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