From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Submissive Accountant (MMff, Mdom, bdsm) [1/3]
Date: 25 May 1996 00:22:24 GMT

		      The Submissive Accountant
			       Part One

	As an account executive in a well known advertising firm in
this city. I am accustomed to 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 Bondage and Discipline with a man whom T trust implicitly. one
sensitive 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, normally 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 afternoon 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 women alike. 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 wraith like 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
attention was arrested by a tall, imposing man who stood when we
entered. He greeted us cordially, his deep rich voice thick with a
German accent. 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
decidedly masculine aroma. Although he had scarcely moved since we
entered, 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."

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Submissive Accountant (MMff, Mdom, bdsm) [2/3]
Date: 25 May 1996 00:23:50 GMT

		      The Submissive Accountant
			       Part Two

	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 appealed to Jed, but he indicated
that I was to obey.

	My heart was racing as I gingerly lifted high my skirt for the
handsome stranger. Wilhelm was satisfied with my apparel. and directed
me to bend face down 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, spreading
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 accordingly. 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
distinctly 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
inadvertently lurched aside to avoid it. Jed tightened his hold on my
wrists and the crop danced repeatedly, inexorably, 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. Although
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 banquet
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 under her skirt. The expression on her face changed from calm
indifference to suppressed passion. Jed's hand moved only slightly,
but the girl response was intense. Finally he withdrew his fingers and
extended 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 her 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 lie back on the empty table and draw up her skirt.
Beneath 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 baby-like 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 girlhood
for almost an hour, torture teasing her to a fever pitch before
sucking off her tiny love knob. Her heated opening convulsed in
several orgasms that left her sobbing for breath. No sooner had I
finished with her than I felt Jed's strong hands gripping my hair.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Submissive Accountant (MMff, Mdom, bdsm) [3/3]
Date: 25 May 1996 00:25:05 GMT

		      The Submissive Accountant
			      Part Three

	He drew me to my feet and guided me onto the table beside
Giselle. His strong erection pierced me from behind, immediately
triggering 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 second time, I felt him release inside me.

	Thereafter, every Thursday 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 array of whips and crops he kept locked in a closet 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
reflected the strength of his discipline as my regular master.

	My clothes were taken from me and I was blindfolded and
handcuffed. 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 removed, 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.

	Although the kitchen was actually part of the basement, the
windows were large and set high over the sink and counter, admitting
plenty of bright afternoon sun. A row of lush hanging plants extended
the length of the ceiling and ended right over my head, breathing the
fresh fragrance 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
suspended from heavy metal 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 the 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 of 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 handcuffs. 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. Giselle
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! Giselle looked
triumphant, her scarlet lips curling in a sensual sneer, enjoying 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.
Giselle 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 her. 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 fire
between 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 nipples, 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
generosity 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 every
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
sensation. At the escape of a small trickle, she triumphantly
proclaimed 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 flowing 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 exciting friends on our erotic journey
of discovery.

			       The End