                                    QALES08.TXT

                        Spirited by day,submissive by night Part 1

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As an account executive in a well known advertising firm in this city.
I am accustumed ta giving orders and directing the fortunes of some
of the office underlings. Perhaps it was inevitable that for my sexual
satisfaction I should seek something totally opposed to my on-the-job
demeanor.
 Fortunately. I have found the perfect vehicle for my desires in Bond-
age and Discipline with a man whom T trust implicitly. one sensi-
tive to my capacity for pleasure and pain.
 Jed is unusual in many ways. For one. he is delighted and proud that I
hold such a prestigious job. finding it more exciting when he dominates
me. He is also very imaginative sexually constantly searching for new
avenues of pleasure. At least once a week we would enliven our daily
lunch away from our respective offices with short encounters, nor-
mally at his downtown apartment, but sometimes in the back seats of
movie theaters or a rest room in a restaurant. But the first anniversary
of our acquaintance was a special occasion, so we both took that after-
noon off.
 As I climbed into his Porsche, he pulled me close, covering my full
lips with his. I surrendered to the intensity of his kisses. wondering
what he had planned for us. As he had requested. I wore my black
stockings and a black lace garter belt, with no panties. He insisted
that I raise my skirt and show him what I was wearing right there in
the car. Fervently hoping none of the junior executives were nearby. I
obeyed him. revealing my lacy underwear and closely cropped pubic hair.
 He smiled. relishing my discomfort. I basked in that smile, happy to
be the instrument of his sexual fulfillment as he was mine. He was
everything I wanted in a man: tall and slim, dark hair. piercing dark
eyes. His broad shoulders and slim hips attracted admiring attention
from men and womenalike. His gait, like all his movements, was
loose and easy. He had an air of knowing exactly what he wanted
and how to get it. It constantly thrilled me that what he wanted
most was me.
 Instead of stopping at our usual restaurant. Jed turned onto a road
leading out of the city. After a short drive he turned down a tree-lined
driveway toward an enormous white house. A mailbox identified
the owner as "August." We parked in the circular drive and walked to
the tall red lacquered front door.
 A wraithlike young blonde with huge blue eyes answered Jed's bell.
She was dressed in a maid's uniform of dull blue serge with a
ruffled collar. The skirt was oddly short revealing perfectly formed
legs and high-heeled shoes. Her pale hair was caught in a severe bun
at the nape of her neck.
 Despite her clothing, or perhaps because of it, I wondered who she
was. She greeted Jed with a rather familiar smile, with barely a glance
at me. She did not speak, however, but made a careful curtsey to Jed,
then motioned us to follow her. We crossed the foyer and passed
through a luxurious living room,stopping at a door. She knocked,
but opened it to  admit us without waiting for a reply, then closed it
behind us.
 It was on the tip of my tongue to ask Jed who she was, but my atten-
tion was arrested by a tall, imposing man who stood when we entered.
He greeted us cordially, his deep rich voice thick with a German ac-
cent. His silver hair topped a strikingly youthful, although not young,
face and clear blue, heavy-lidded eyes that seemed to see right
through my clothes.
 He looked like a lion at home, and indeed we were in a den with
book-lined walls and leather furniture that seemed to exude a decid-
edly masculine aroma. Although he had scarcely moved since we en-
tered, he seemed to take charge immediately.
 "My name is Wilhelm August,"  he said to me. I recognized the
name as that of ~Jed's boss, who, until now, I'd never met although Jed
had occasionally spoken about him in hushed respectful tones. "Come
here Jennie and let me look at you."
CONTINUED QALES09.TXT


"I WAS SO AROUSED THAT ANOTHER MAN SHOULD WITNESS MY HUMILIATION"

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