Alessandra's Last Stand
by
Alessandra Tamino
Disclaimer: This is a fictionalized account of an unforgettableexperience. Not for minors or anyone repulsed by graphic depictions of lesbian sexual interaction.
Themes of domination, submission and arousal.
Comments: tamassandra@yahoo.com
After Sara had returned to college, my life again became routine. I was rather happy alone, living as I did on the memories of the summer, and fully committed to my work which had become a great source of satisfaction. Then surprisingly, while interviewing a potential donor to our arts program, I fell in love. Melanie was ten years older than I, a successful pathologist and lover of things musical, and as we talked about her interests, which coincided so strongly with mine, I allowed myself to luxuriate in a woman who was beautiful both physically and mentally.
To my delight I discovered not only that she had no time for men (well, that was pretty evident at the outset), but that she was completely unattached: no recent lurking love affairs poised to become a sudden obstruction. Melanie had long smooth red hair, a freckled face with full sensual lips, a small and finely chiseled nose, strong chin and intelligent green eyes. She was about 5'5" tall and as thin and lithe as a dancer, with small breasts like mine and a lovely ass. After I had finished my third visit and secured a substantial grant, we dined and during dinner she straightforwardly invited me to her home.
"If you're as excited about me as I am about you," she said honestly, "we should see whether we're sexually compatible."
We were, and very sweetly so. In six months I had moved in and was enjoying a period of stable loving bliss I had never known before. My 'dark period' receded nearly into nothingness: the occasional flicker of a memory of my degradations and their attendant excitement was extinguished immediately. I felt like a loving and beloved woman who had met the mate of her dreams, and Melanie felt the same, based as our relationship was on an intense physical attraction coupled by a sharing of fundamental artistic interests. Our souls were coupled and in our bodily coupling I learned the joys of pleasing as never before. I made exquisite love to her and she to me, inexhaustibly, and I marveled at its continuity, as well as at my own erotic imagination. Melanie excited me tremendously and to my relief there was no hint of anything perverse about her.
But one Fall Saturday, as we were sharing a coffee, a stunning hard woman entered the cafe: Melissa! I gulped as she gazed frankly at me and made her way unbidden to our table.
"Hello, slut," she said casually as I flushed crimson with shame. Then turning to Melanie she introduced herself as my Mistress.
"Didn't my slut tell you about us?"
Melanie rose in protest but Melissa nudged her back in her seat, and whispered to her:
"Ask her, dearie, you'll be in for a few surprises."
She turned her back on us, went to the counter to place an order. From time to time she directed a lascivious smile our way -- my way, that is -- and I was disturbed by how stunningly alluring she was, and how wet my cunt had become in response.
Melanie was justifiably angry, but courteously spared me an inquisition. I was shaken, excited, confused ... and very worried. Had Melissa so much as touched me on the shoulder I would have followed her, so sick were my longings. Melissa had the nerve to drop her card on our table as she sauntered out, and Melanie snatched it up angrily: it merely had her name and phone number, along with a small but suggestive icon of handcuffs.
When we returned home I pleaded with Melanie to hear me out and I recounted everything and everyone: Jennifer, Melissa, Joann, Claire, Lyn, Sara. I confessed to impulses I feared I would never be able to control without her help, told her plainly how much I had cherished what we had built, begged her to save me from myself.
"What do you want from me, sweet Sandra, what more can I give you?" she asked plaintively.
I bowed my head.
"I don't know, I don't know," I said.
"Yes you do.... you want Her, don't you?" she replied.
"No! No, please don't even suggest such a thing! You're all I want, Melanie, please!"
Melanie rose and turned her back to gaze out the window.
"No-one can be everything."
She turned back towards me.
"Do you want me to punish you, Sandra?"
My spine started to tingle at the thought.
"Why, y-yess, I deserve it, don't I, for not telling you about my past?"
"I don't know what you deserve, but if you think I'm going to abuse you, forget it, forget me, just leave."
I started to cry. Had my secret desires infiltrated my happiness yet again and demolished all that I held dear so quickly?
"I'd love to slap your face, but I just can't. I love you too much."
Melanie embraced me and as she folded me into her forgiving arms I sobbed with remorse.
We woke somberly Sunday morning. Melanie was pensive as we breakfasted.
"You know, Sandra, in a way I think you're right, I think that you do need to be punished."
"Anything for you, my love, anything," I replied, eager to atone.
"But perhaps not the way you imagine," she said mysteriously.
"What's the last thing you'd want right now?" she inquired of me.
"That's easy, the last thing I'd ever want is to hurt you or see you get hurt!" I exclaimed.
She kissed me. "Good, darling."
We ran our separate errands that afternoon, planning to share a simple dinner and video in the evening. I entered our home laden with groceries and set them out on the kitchen counter. As I moved into the living room to call for Melanie I stopped dead in my tracks. Melissa was lounging on the sofa -- our sofa -- in a tight leather corset and thigh-high high-heeled leather boots. Her nipples were exposed, as was her hairless cunt. Melissa's red hair and hazel eyes struck confusion in me by their resemblance to Melanie's: it was as if Melanie's dark double had materialized.
"You're a little late, aren't you slut?"
I girded myself, amassing my fury.
"Fuck you, Melissa. How the hell did you get in here, anyway?" I shouted.
Melissa smiled.
"Ask your bitch," she said, nodding towards the bedroom.
"Oh, I forgot," she added, "she might be a little tongue-tied at the moment."
I stormed into our bedroom. My beautiful Melanie was face down on our bed, each limb tied to a corner post.
My red silk scarf was wound around her head and through her mouth as a gag. Her long red hair was bound in a pony tail. Several stripes colored her back and ass.
"She likes it more than you, slut. Now get those fucking clothes off before I have to rip them off you myself."
I stripped quickly, my heart pounding. Before I knew it she had cuffed my feet together, and then my hands.
Then she clamped both nipples. I sighed languorously. But this time she was really ingenious: she attached my handcuffs to the chain that connected the nipple clamps, so to avoid excruciating pain I needed to keep my arms above my navel, otherwise the pull on my breasts was unbearable. She positioned me at the foot of the bed looming over Melanie's beautiful bound body.
Melissa had retrieved a riding crop and thrust the end in my mouth to kiss and moisten. She brought it down hard on Melanie's ass and I watched as Melanie's flesh rippled reflexively in response. Again, and again Melanie shuddered. Again, and she groaned.
Melissa pulled her sharply by her hair, straining her head.
"Your slut is watching, Melanie."
She lashed her again and Melanie began to squirm.
"Melissa, please..." I interjected, but the crop snapped against my mouth! I quieted quickly as my lower lip began to swell.
Melissa lashed Melanie at will. I wanted somehow to stop it, to stop her, but I marveled at the spectacle of my beloved under the control of the domineering and cool and elegantly beautiful Melissa. Then Melissa, as if out of whim, stopped. She unfastened Melanie's hands and bound them together, reattaching them to the middle of the headboard. She unbound her legs, turned Melanie over and rebound her legs to the posts so that she was now on her back, her hands over her head, her legs spread wantonly. To my dismay and excitement her pussy was obviously wet.
Melissa laid aside the crop and proceeded to make love to my lover: she kissed and stroked her breasts, licked her navel, her stomach, her thighs. This was worse than anything and incited my jealousy immensely. She affixed a set of nipple clamps to Melanie's firm breasts and offered to remove the gag.
"You must remain silent, understand?" she instructed my -- her -- lover. Melanie nodded and the gag was untied. Then Melissa positioned herself above Melanie in a 69. She tenderly began to lick Melanie's hot cunt in front of my helpless eyes, but she held her own pussy a foot above Melanie's mouth. Melanie became more and more aroused, as I sorrowfully observed, and when she began to arch her head towards Melissa's cunt I felt an ache. Melissa lifted her face to provoke me with a satisfied smile as she lowered her pussy onto Melanie's ravenous mouth. My arms were heavy from my having to hold them up, and they began to inch imperceptibly lower, tugging on my nipples fiercely, burningly. I witnessed both Melissa and Melanie come together as I nearly pitched forward.
Everything about me was shattering. My sweet wholesome lover had given in to a disciplinarian cunt, my own submissive desires had been reawakened, and the dangerous Melissa had come into my life once more.
Melissa righted me and mercifully removed the chain that linked my cuffs to the nipple clamps, then my cuffs, which she quickly reattached as she brought my hands behind my back. She removed my legs' bindings and had me straddle Melanie on the bed, my breasts facing the headboard. She allowed my pussy to settle on Melanie's familiar lips, but she cleverly fastened my cuffs to Melanie's nipple chain with little slack. If I raised myself as much as an inch, or even bent forward, I would cause my lover exquisite pain, which I could gauge from Melanie's anguished muffled cries.
The crop came out again, first lightly on my back, then with greater vigor there and on my buttocks. I gasped and lurched in response, each time hearing Melanie's sharp cry of pain.
"Stay still," she commanded, "you're hurting your bitch."
But I couldn't, and gradually I entered that far-away realm of delirious pleasure/pain despite Melanie's sobs. With each stroke and shudder I had received the inimitable thrill of pain-intensified pleasure. But what about my lover? It seemed so much more hurtful to her, and yet despite her cries and groans she had licked my sopping cunt with ever more relish, or so it seemed. I came as I ground my cunt on Melanie's face, each twitch and shudder pulling fiercely on her nipples and eliciting moans and cries. When we were finally disengaged and I was permitted to dismount I gazed at her face: she looked as I had never seen her, wickedly lascivious and yearning for more.
Melissa unbound my hands and gave me her crop.
"Aim for the tender parts, my slut."
I hesitated until Melanie added:
"Do it, Sandra, this is part of your penance."
I brought the crop's tip down on her already tender and clamped nipple, and Melanie arched upward towards the ceiling and screamed.
Melissa prodded me and I continued. Melanie shrieked and twisted and began to perspire.
"Harder, you fucking bitch!" commanded Melissa, her hand on my hair.
I complied, now alternating my strokes between her breasts and her gaping moist cunt. I paused now and again to let her lick and soak the crop tip. Then just as Melanie was on the verge of coming yet again, after a sharp blow to her deliciously swollen pussy, Melissa pulled me away and thrust me to my knees.
"Now lick your lover's pussy," she said.
I hesitated not a moment, but lifted my head up to Melissa's sweet cunt while Melanie watched.
"Now you can see the kind of slut she is, and whose," said Melissa to Melanie.
She wrenched my head away and slapped my mouth. I kissed her hand, thrilled at my depravity and the sure domineering touch of Melissa.
"Thank you, Mistress, may I have another?" I aaked meekly.
"Yes you may, slut," Melissa replied, and she slapped me thrice and thrice I kissed and thanked her and thrilled.
She moved to Melanie and spat in her face.
"This is what you get for trying to take a slut who is mine."
She roughly detached Melanie from the bed before cuffing each hand to a foot, separately, and dragging her to the floor. My beautiful lover, her gorgeous body gleaming, was helpless as Melissa collared and leashed me and guided me to the sofa, where I knelt before her.
I took her heel in my mouth, coating it with my spittle. I used my free hands to caress her boot-covered calves as I licked and kissed her clad feet. Melissa spread her legs to show me her rosebud and peerless cunt, which gave off a divine aroma.
I drew my tongue along her slit and into her ass and she pulled me rhythmically against her. I slid two fingers into her nether channel as I tended her magnificent gem of a pussy, nibbling and teasing, biting her cunt lips and shaking my head as I sucked. This was my way of controlling the bitch and I reveled in it knowing the treatment I was eventually sure to receive as thanks.
Melissa started to give way and softly moan. I used my fingers vigorously in her ass and I sucked more fervently and I was in a heavenly hell knowing all the while that Melanie was witness to my betrayal. She deserved as much: after all, it was she who must have phoned my Mistress, she who so willingly strained to lick her cunt, she who had become so wet with lust as she was tied and whipped, she who had betrayed me...
And this was who I was, a slut, a whore, a completely degraded bitch doing her true Mistress' bidding, loving it all with fierce abandon.
Melissa came copiously, bucking and screaming:
"Yes, you're my slut, OOOH, YESSSS YOU BITCH, drink my cum, OOOOOH, YOU FUCKING WHORE, YESSS!"
This was music of the highest order to my ears.
After she had settled down, her breathing now regular, she led me by the leash to Melanie who was commanded to lick , to clean Melissa'sjuices from her dishonest lover's face.
She seemed toenjoy it, I noted. Melissa thrust Melanie's mouth onto my hungry pussy, and while I enjoyed the first fruits of Melanie's meek compliance, Melissa donned a strap-on and began to fuck Melanie harshly, pulling sharply on her long red pony tail while I held her head firmly in my crotch to keep her lips pressed to my trembling cunt, forcing them down also to my needy yearning ass. I enjoyed the spectacle of my all-American lover as she spasmed in submission to her dark double and her younger lover simultaneously.
I grew bold: "Tongue my ass, Melanie, you bitch!"
Melissa smiled as my lover-turned-slave obeyed.
"She learns quickly, doesn't she?" she noted, fucking her ever harder as Melanie grew wilder.
Melanie and I finally came, yet again, screaming savagely until utterly spent. Melanie lay on her side, so lovely and desirable, despite the awkward contortion caused by the cuffing of hands to feet. She kissed Melissa's proferred instep. Pleased, Melissa undid our bonds, though she kept our nipples stinging from their clamps. We were both too exhausted to do anything but lie quietly. Yet the sight of Melissa's lovely exposed nipples jutting out above her tight corset inflamed me, and after begging permission I was granted the right to taste and wet and suck them for my red-headed goddess. She kissed me long and passionately in gratitude as Melanie lay sullenly nearby.
Now I was happy, I had fulfilled my obligation to repay my lover for my misdeeds, and was ready to resume a life with Melanie which this brief interlude had just made spicier.
Melissa threw on her overcoat, ready to leave, and then ...
Then she grasped the leash, and though my hands and feet were free and I could have fought her off, I knew it was useless. I bowed my head, leaving the sunshine of Melanie's love for the Hades of Melissa's instruction and my own irresistible depravity. I walked naked and spellbound into the dark delectable underworld from which I would never -- could never -- again return.
AT
Finis