                   Spirted by Day Submissive by Night Part 2

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and now on with part 2 of 3 . of a great true Bondage story by Jennie about her
self her wants and needs .


 Jed indicated that I was to obey his friend. Smiling, I walked around
the desk and stood in front of him. "Lift your skirt,Jennie " he said
in voice as ordinary as one asking for a glass-of water. The smile froze
on my lips. Stunned, I appeaied to Jed, but he indicated that I was to obey.
 My heart was racing as I gingerly lifted high my skirt for the hand-
some stranger. Wilhelm was satisfied with my apparel. and directed
me to bend facedown over the desk. When I complied, he lifted my skirt
and threw it over my back. Jed stood across the desk from us and
gripped my wrists. With his foot, Wilhelm tapped my ankles, spread-
ing my legs. I felt helpless, exposed, and a little frightened. But more
than anything, I was excited. I had never been nude with more than
one man before.
 The subtle smell of leather next to my face startled me. Wilhelm
was holding a small black riding crop right under my nose. My heart
was racing as I listened to him explain that I was to be exclusively
his every Thursday afternoon, to do with as he pleased. I was to obey his
every whim, speak only when addressed, and to refer to him as "Sir."
As the token of my surrender. I was to kiss the riding crop with which I
would be soundly whipped.
 As I considered resisting, I tried to remember what Jed had said of
Wilhelm. I had no idea what the two men would do to me if I agreed
to this sensual insanity. Jed had always been the most considerate of
masters. Though his discipline was sometimes severe. he knew my
limits and acted accordingiy. But now I had to trust myself to a
stranger, of Jed's choice, but clearly a man who completely dominated
him. As I wavered uncertainly between fear and raw lust, Wilhelm
leaned over the desk and put his handsome face near mine. I dis-
tinctly remember hearing that sibilant Germanic voice in my ear,
"This pleases you, doesn't it, my dear?" In answer, I kissed the riding
crop.
 Wilhelm stepped behind me. I felt the sting of the crop and lnad-
vertently lurched aside to avoid it. Jed tightened his hold on my wrists
and the crop danced repeatedly,inexorbly,across my tender bottom.
A moan escaped my lips. I could contain myself no longer. Tears
streamed down my cheeks. but I was flushed with desire. I could
feel my sexual opening aglow with moisture, its lips parting like the
petals of a flower under the rain of blows.
 Finally Wilhelm tossed the crop aside and took me forcefully from
behind. He plunged his thick member deep inside me. The rough wool
of his trousers burned the welts on my buttocks. I saw Jed's trousers
swelling at his crotch and realized how enormously turned on he had
become watching his boss roughly fucking me.
 I felt the stirring in my groin that signals the start of my orgasm, but
Wilhelm came first, his stiff member tightly inside me. Finished, he
then withdrew. He zipped his trousers and nodded to Jed as he left the
room. Slowly, Jed released my hands I remained bent over the
desk, my head down, aching for release. Tears streaked my face and I
could feel the marks of the riding crop scoring the flesh of my ass and
thighs.
 Wordlessly, Jed led me around the desk and out into the living
room. We crossed the entranceway and entered a dining room. Al-
though there was a large table in the center of the room. Jed brought me
to a small table in a windowed corner overlooking a verdant glen. A
bottle of wine stood in the cooler alongside and fresh flowers graced
the center of the table. The table was set for only one. On the ban-
quet table lay a jeweled dog collar and leash.
 While Jed made himself comfortable, I stripped bare as ordered and
handed him the instruments of my further humiliation, as he directed.
He buckled the collar around my  neck, then grabbed a handful of my
short dark hair.
 "Sit," he commanded me, pushing me down to sit on my heels.
 The "maid" brought in a tray full of food and served Jed lunch. I sat at
his feet, hungry. She stepped lightly over me as she worked. I felt
embarrassed.
 Occasionally during his meal,Jed would pat me on the cheek and
give me a piece of chicken out of his hands, then direct me to lick his
fingers clean. Finally he served me a glass of wine on the floor and
made me lap it up like a dog. When he wasn't watching me, though, I
did drink it down. He smiled as he touched the napkin to his lips and
dropped it beside his plate, satisfied.
 "I haven't forgotten your lunch," he said, a mischievous smile
twitching the corners of his mouth."Giselle, come here."
 The blonde approached the table.She stood quietly as he reached un-
der her skirt. The expression on her face changed from calm indiffer-
ence to suppressed passion. Jed's hand moved only slightly, but the
girl response was intense. Finally he withdrew his fingers and ex-
tended them toward my face. They glistened with musky girl-juice.
 "This sweet cream will be your lunch," he said as he pulled down
Giselle's apron and unbuttoned the front of hre uniform. She wore
some kind of binding bra which fastened in front. When Jed snapped it
open, her breasts fairly bounced free. they were surprisingly large
for her small frame, unlike mine with my slim boyish figure.
 He had her lay back on the empty table and draw up her skirt. Be-
neath the prim uniform, Giselle wore opaque black stockings rolled
halfway down her thighs and held in place by red lace garters. She had
the merest puff of golden pubic hair surrounding her babylike pink
labia. Jed pulled me to the table where I knelt between her legs. He
pushed my face into her open, moist slit and commanded me to eat her.
 Although a neophyte with women, I sucked her sweet girl-
hood for almost an hour, torture teasing her to a fever pitch before
sucking off her tiny love knob. Her heated opening convulsed in sev-
eral orgasms that left her sobbing for breath. No sooner had I finished
with her than I felt Jed's strong hands gripping my hair.

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