Alessandra's Awakening: Part 5
by
Alessandra Tamino (alessandratamino@yahoo.com)
This is a semi-autiobiographical story of my introduction to lesbian pleasures, not for the prudish or faint-hearted, and certainly not for minors. Be sure to read the earlier sections!
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Part 5
Melissa joined me at the table for a very satisfying brunch. I couldn't take my eyes off her shapely and intelligent face, and I smiled incessantly and blushed like a fool. She was wearing jeans and a silk short-sleeved blouse -- no bra, of course. Her breasts were natural -- she has small nipples that point up and out, and I sighed at the thought of being allowed to nibble and lick them. I wanted to tease her the way she had teased me....
After our meal she threw me a grey hooded sweatsuit and sneakers and led me outside to the park below their apartment. It was a beautiful autumn day, crisp, full of crystalline light, and as we made our way walking briskly around the park's perimeter I almost burst out laughing with joy. What we were doing in this broad light of day was so utterly normal, and what we -- I --had done the night before so utterly -- sick? bizarre? abnormal? I was confused: how could my submission to the dark desires within me be so bad if I felt so good?
Melissa drew the open gazes of many men, and the furtive ones of women. I was oblivious to the others, intent only on her, on my surging physical energy and the beauty of nature around us. We spoke little, and I wondered where Jennifer was.
"Out shopping," was Melissa's curt reply.
After breaking a bit of a sweat we stopped for a cup of deliciously -- and locally -- brewed caffe americanos (the only way to be sure of an absolutely fresh cup anywhere). Sipping it on a bench under the gently swaying trees, in the cool invigorating air, surrounded by ordinary wonderful life, I again mused on how several short hours seemed to have changed me, how much more alive to beauty and vitality I had become after doing what most people would surely label disgusting, depraved, filthy, immoral, and sick.
Was I sick? Or was I finally freeing myself from the chains of conformity, conventionality and lifelessness?
Melissa laid her hand on mine and gazed at me with alluring hazel eyes.
"We have a lot to look forward to tonight."
My pussy began to sing.
"And you're free to go whenever you choose, if you choose," she added lazily. "As soon as we get back the rules will be imposed again, with an addition: you are under no circumstances to try to pleasure yourself, unless Jennifer or I command you, understand?"
My lips parted dutifully. She pulled me close and without a trace of shame kissed me full on the mouth, in public. I blushed and looked about anxiously -- if any of my friends or acquaintances were near, they would....well, what would they do or say? They might find it exciting, actually. Still, I was shamefully uneasy about public displays and glad to be heading back to the apartment.
On the walk back I sighed with relief: I could finally acknowledge to myself just how much I disliked men sexually, just how much I had fought against my true desires, and what a toll that battle had taken over the years.
It was nearing 4 o'clock when we returned and Melissa instructed me to bathe and scent myself in preparation for the evening's activities.
"Great!" I said.
"Get down on your knees, cunt," she replied fiercely. "You did NOT have my permission to speak!"
I obeyed immediately, gazing upwards into her beautiful eyes.
She spoke sharply and rapidly:
"Go into the bedroom when I tell you and strip. I want you to take a long warm bath. Give yourself a thorough and deep cleaning, if you know what I mean. Make sure your pussy is as smooth as glass. And don't touch yourself unnecessarily, understand?"
I nodded.
She reached out with her hand and caressed my cheek and this sent a thrill through me. Then she suddenly and with shocking force slapped the side of my mouth.
"You've got a lot to learn, you little slutty bitch."
She slapped me on the other side with her backhand and all I could think of was wanting to kiss her fingers.
"When you get out of the bath you'll find your outfit for tonight on the bed."
She lifted me to my feet by my hair and ushered me to the bedroom door.
"Finish dressing and be ready by 6 o'clock sharp."
She turned to go into a room adjoining the kitchen, but hesitated, and said very slowly and clearly:
"Remember: mystery, anticipation, patience, variety, and fear."
As I closed the door I mulled these 5 mantric words over in my mind and was beginning to feel a little more uneasy and anxious. The slaps frightened me, but I confess they also thrilled and added yet another unanticipated edge.
I took my time in the bath, soaking luxuriantly in the warm fragrant water. I used the washcloth carefully, sparingly, poking it around my anal sphincter just in case my virgin ass would be given attention tonight. It was very tight and I'd never had the guts to play with it, let alone have another human being touch me there.
I shaved and oiled my pussy and scented myself delicately. After I toweled and dried off I stepped over to the bed where my clothing had been put out, surreptitiously I suppose, while I bathed: a silky black thong, a white cotton halter top that barely covered my breasts, and of course my high-heeled maryjanes.
At 5 minutes before 6, trembling with inchoate sensation, I knocked sheepishly on the door. Melissa opened it and greeted me. She was ravishing in a tight-fitting sheer silvery body-stocking that stopped inches below her clearly visible pussy. She wore elegant black heels, and a red choker around her neck.
Her exposed arms were tan, toned, sensually muscular, strong and so kissable.
But I gasped with astonishment when I caught a glimpse of Jennifer in the middle of the living room. She had on an incredibly sexy leather corset, a studded black leather choker, thigh-high patent-leather boots with stiletto heels, and her red hair hung long and loosely upon her shoulders. Her breasts and cunt were totally exposed. She held a riding crop in her right hand.
I simply gasped.
"Melissa," she said, "our little slut looks rather drab, don't you think? I believe she needs some sparkle."
Melissa silently went to a table and produced a pair of exquisitely wrought silver-linked clamps. Jennifer lifted my halter top (not that there was much to lift!) and Melissa fastened the clamps to my already swollen and hard nipples, tightening them until she saw me involuntarily wince. My cunt became wet instantaneously. She pulled on the chain and I moved forward: she was able to lead me by my nipples.
"Not bad for starters, dear, but there's still something missing."
Melissa returned with a small set of different but beautiful silver items: clips connected by a 3inch gossamer chain. She smiled wickedly as she knelt before my pussy, slid my thong down to my ankles, and attached each clip to the outer lips of my dripping cunt. I almost sank to my knees out of sheer arousal.
But she wasn't finished yet. She connected the chains of the nipple clamps to that of the cunt clips by a glittering and finely wrought sequence of linked ringlets that could be adjusted for length. She shortened it until my cunt lips were stretched slightly up, and my nipples slightly down.
"Raise your arms, bitch!" Jennifer commanded.
I obeyed and as I did so the intensity of the pinching of the clips and clamps increased.
"Arch your back for us, slut."
My god -- my nipples and cunt burned as I stretched myself and the long chain down my middle became as taut as a bowstring. I nearly cried out to ask for relief.
"I think she likes it, don't you Melissa?"
"Oh, I think she loves her new jewelry -- it's so becoming a submissive slut."
"Look at yourself, bitch," commanded Jennifer.
I turned to the full-length mirror near the entranceway to the apartment and saw a dazzling silver pendant connecting bright points beneath my halter and thong. The constant tingling sharp pressure quickened my breath. In my high-heeled maryjanes I looked like a lewd perverted schoolgirl gone awry.
Melissa tugged at the central chain and led me over to the sofa: I was actually being pulled by my nipples and pussy! She positioned me an arm's length away, then bent me over so that my hands rested on the top of the sofa's back. My head was down, my feet were spread as far apart as they could go and my lovely untested ass was thrust high and invitingly into the air. My breasts and their chains dangled helplessly.
Jennifer approached me from the side and flicked her crop underneath me across my breasts, teasingly, then pulled downwards with it on the chain, sending a painful shudder from nipples to cunt as my erotic tissue was stretched to breaking point.
"Melissa," said Jennifer, "I think we can make use of the slut's dress."
Melissa left and returned with the dozen strips of my once-beautiful and very expensive dress, the dress I so carefully chose for my adventure. She took half a dozen of the strips, twisted them together and knotted both ends leaving a spray of strips longer at one end.
I watched as my dress was transformed into an instrument of punishment. She held her handiwork at both ends and pulled it through my mouth.
"Get it good and wet, cunt, soak it through with your spit."
Jennifer held my head up as I saturated the pleasure tool until it was smooth and very slick, wet and heavy, and I shuddered with delicious delight at how it might be used.
"You want it, don't you?"
"Yes," I cried out -- but too late to prevent an infringement of the rules!
Thwack! The whip came down hard on my left buttock, stinging me madly but filling me with a newer and stranger desire. I loved the way it seared and hurt, sending shocks from the surface of my skin into my core. My tender flesh had never been treated like this!
"You still haven't learned, have you?" cried Jennifer, pulling my head back by the hair.
She slapped my mouth hard with her hand once, twice, three times, and spat in my face. How I loved the taste of her spit! She instructed Melissa to remove the thong and then pulled it through my mouth, knotting it behind my head to gag me. The smell and taste of my own pussy drove me wilder with passion, but I began to tremble too with fear. Would this be too much for me to handle? What were these bitches capable of?
"This should quiet her down a little," Jennifer said to Melissa; then to me: "Didn't you say in your cute little ad you wanted to be trained?"
I nodded rapidly.
"Now, again if you please: you want it, don't you?"
I nodded assent.
"I thought so."
Melissa "dressed me down" I suppose: she brought the dress-whip savagely across my right buttock and my body shuddered. She repeated the blow and I grunted and moaned, ensnared in unknown mixtures of pain and pleasure. My lovely ass was burning, burning, while Jennifer relentlessly continued to ply the pendant with her crop.
I felt a sharpness and tingling in all of my private parts, and all along my body's surface. The whip came down across the back of my exposed cunt and sent shocks to the chains that tugged on my nipples. Juice from my pussy began to streak along my thighs.
Melissa stopped after 7 strokes. My breathing was heavy.
"Do you want more, cunt?" asked Jennifer.
I submitted.
"Only under one condition: no coming without permission," she asserted. "You must cultivate patience."
What an anguishing demand... but how could I not agree to it?
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! My ass, my pussy, my thighs, my back --all were stroked mercilessly by the stinging wet makeshift whip. Melissa paused only to moisten it further with her mouth to enhance its effect. Another blow landed squarely between the cheeks of my ass, searing my anus and pussy simultaneously and I buckled: it was all too new, too wonderful, too delicious and I was either going to come or faint or both.
But Melissa didn't continue, wishing to prolong my agony. Jennifer removed the thong from my mouth and kissed me full and long.
"Let's bring her to bed, shall we?."
Melissa lifted me up and removed my halter top. I was now completely naked except for my heels and 'jewelry'. In the distant mirror I could see how red my ass was, and on my back and thighs too were streaks of redness, visible marks of my delectably degrading submission.
Once again fear seized me. Should I stop this now, this marvelous frightening debauchery, before things really got out of hand?
Once in the bedroom they stood me before the large mirror. What a sight I was ... so slutfully consumed by pure lust, unable to do anything but my mistresses' bidding. I imagined that I had never looked so beautiful, so inviting, never in my life, glowing as I was with sensual fire.
"Before we go any further, cunt, I have something for you to do."
Jennifer brought forth a minicam and instructed me to look straight into the lens at her signal, and to give my name, address, place of employment and self-description.
"We want it for our archives, for the future, just in case...".
In case of what? It was now or never. I could end this madness if I chose ....
"Speak," Jennifer commanded.
I found myself dreamily surrendering.
"My name is Alessandra Tamino, my address is 1835 Chestnut Street, I work for Peabody Trust."
"And what are you?" she asked.
"I'm a degenerate submissive cunt-worshipping lesbian dream-slut who will do anything my mistresses demand."
"Very good my little bitch! That's exactly what you are," Jennifer continued, still running the camera.
"But you're also rather naughty too, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am terribly naughty: sometimes I forget the rules and I deserve to be punished."
"Yes," said Jennifer languorously as she gazed at my willing flesh; I felt the heat of her desire for me and it gave me strength. She turned the camera off.
"Now, on your knees -- Melissa deserves to be thanked for her work out there."
Jennifer pushed my shoulders down roughly as Melissa lay back on the bed, in the same position I had been when she licked me so tenderly and briefly in the afternoon. She lifted her stocking-skirt and I was frenzied with lust at the sight of her mesmerizing cunt. My hands were free so I took advantage and pinched her cunt lips and stretched them as widely as possible before plunging my tongue into the midst of her tender pink. She screamed and writhed as I lapped
her incessantly, pressing upon her mound. I moved my rigid tongue in and out of her cunt, and then I flicked it sideways. I took her tender and swollen clit between my teeth and sucked and tongued it simultaneously while she screamed, making her shudder in waves.
I had waited so long to taste her properly and now her essence coated my face, fingers, mouth, tongue and throat. She cried and bucked herself into sweet exhaustion.
I felt absolutely wonderfully alive and empowered, slut that I was, having eaten out this gorgeous blonde maybe in a way she had never been pleasured before. Melissa's and Jennifer's desire for me was palpable and I rejoiced in it.
At that moment, however, Jennifer slyly murmured: "Did you have permission to make her come?"
Another 'rule'? Where did this come from? Too delirious to protest, I merely shook my head. I was still swimming in the intoxicating tastes and smells of Melissa's sweet pussy, the pussy I had yearned for all day.
"What an stubbornly naughty slut you are," said Jennifer icily.
Oh my.... I needed to come so badly I couldn't contain myself. The sight of Jennifer's towering and taut and sexy figure drove me to distraction: I would do whatever she asked, gladly licking her ass again, happily bringing her to her knees with my mouth and tongue if she'd let me.
"You know," Jennifer said, "that dress of yours has come in very handily."
She produced several more strips which she handed to Melissa, motioning with her crop for me to get on the bed.
"On your back, bitch, arms above your head" she commanded.
The clamps and clips seared my pussy and breasts yet again. Melissa looped a strip around my wrists and fastened it to a conveniently placed ringbolt in the middle of the headboard. She then ensnared each ankle and lifted my legs apart, tying them to rings at opposite sides of the bed's headboard, so that I was helplessly spreadeagled, legs so wide apart I could burst, ass and cunt raised, thoroughly open, thoroughly vulnerable, totally exposed, and dying, begging to be launched by the least wisp of a touch into the orgasm that was building like an incipient avalanche. How I wish there had been a ceiling mirror to reflect the depth of my capitulation, and to excite me even further... How I wish I could have ravenously devoured my own cunt!
I lay gaping on my mistresses' procrustean bed of discipline, my hands and legs outstretched behind my head. Most of my weight rested from my head to my upper back, leaving my innocent butt raised and pointing straight upwards toward the ceiling.
My chest was heaving and my entire body gleamed with sweat and was charged with unresolved tension. My face was barely a foot away from my pussy (so near but yet so far!) whose unbearable yearning I could smell so intensely.
I shouted in extreme frustration, knowingly, helplessly breaking the rules:
"Please, please make me come, touch me, smack me, kiss me, whip me, fuck me ... do anything you want with me but make me come!"
Instead of a lash or a slap, Jennifer and Melissa simply and coldly let me rage at the top of my lungs until I had exhausted myself. I began to hate them for torturing me like this.
Jennifer smoothed the hair on my head and then without a word of warning quickly unclamped my nipples and labia, tossing my 'jewelry' aside. The sensation of blood rushing back into these tormented tissues was excruciating and I screamed in pain. My orgasmic rumblings quieted and I was left sweating and panting.
What had I gotten myself into? What did these bitches plan to do with me now?
Jennifer -- and even in my frustration I couldn't suppress a pang of longing for this gorgeous mysterious redhead -- placed the handle of her crop in her mouth.
"Melissa, I want you to lick my little bitch's ass -- but ONLY her ass," she ordered.
Melissa smiled and set about slathering my anus with her sweet tongue. It brought a serene calm to me, so good, so right. Her tongue prodded my sphincter and sent warm currents of a new kind of pleasure through me. She was very careful not to venture close to my pussy, however, which ached for attention.
As Melissa ministered to my nether bud, Jennifer offered the crop handle for me to suck. The very end of it was tapered, but it flared out into a series of several rings which served as fingergrips. The handle was at least an inch in diameter and about 6 inches long.
Melissa grew more aggressive, spreading my anal ring and inserting her tongue into my nether hole as far as it could go, managing to lick the walls of my canal. It was so sweet! I began to relax enough for Melissa to use one finger, then two, churning, pressing and pumping gently in my previously untouched regions.
The crop's grip glistened and I knew what was coming. Jennifer brushed Melissa aside and knelt on the bed in front of my openness. She took the handle of the crop and pushed the first part past my sphincter causing me to cry out. With each succeeding ring I gasped aloud.
Ever so slowly she brought the crop up and nearly out again, before pushing it back. The warmth of being filled this way overshadowed all trepidation. Jennifer's motion speeded up: she was fucking me, fucking my ass, and now I became frenzied once more as the pressure reached my vaginal walls from the inside.
"Yes, yes, fuck my ass, you bitch, fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck me hard, harder!" I screamed. Jennifer complied, fucking me harder and harder, faster and faster while Melissa spanked my ass cheeks. But somehow she also managed to add a tease because she lifted the handle up to its very tip before plunging it back into my thirsting ass.
Then she stopped abruptly, leaving me dangling again on the edge and I was furious.
"What the fuck are you doing? Don't stop, PLEASE, fuck me, I need to come so badly, I WANT TO COME!"
Jennifer ignored me while she pushed the handle into my ass as far as it would go, maybe 6, maybe 7 inches; the crop stood straight up. Then she pulled it back towards her and released it, making it quiver in my hole and sending me into a new ecstasy from the unexpected vibrations. She pulled it further and further,and from every conceivable direction, and the force of release was incredible: pull, release, quiver, pull, release, quiver, pull, release, quiver. My orgasm coursed through me like a tidal wave and I screamed and shook myself into utter exhaustion.
Jennifer removed the crop in one wickedly rapid stroke which made me yelp, and then offered it to my mouth: I took the handle and licked and sucked it ferociously.
Melissa unleashed my legs. I was so tired, so tired, and so satisfied ... much as I wished to pleasure my mistress Jennifer out of gratitude, the urge to sleep was too powerful and I succumbed immediately.
During the night I dreamed that Jennifer, in her anger at my not ministering to her cunt had commanded Melissa to pleasure her, and that she used her crop mercilessly on Melissa's splendid ass and pussy until both came and came and could come no longer.
(Hopefully to be continued if there is interest....feel free to email me)