Alessandra's Awakening: Part 7 (Finale)
By
Alessandra Tamino (alessandratamino@yahoo.com)
This is the concluding chapter to a semiautobiographical account of an experience that changed my life, introducing me to the marvelous pleasures of lesbian love and discipline. Not for minors or prudes! And I am in no way recommending anyone to behave like these characters! If you have liked this please email me with feedback; perhaps I will have something more to write in the future. Otherwise please feel free to pass this story on to anyone interested. Thanks to all who took the trouble to email their encouragement so far! And to my two inspiring Mistresses....
I slipped into bed where Jennifer lay, excited by my boldness with Melissa and apparently also very tired, for the next thing I knew it was much brighter in the room. I snuggled up against the still-dozing Mistress, in awe of her lean and tight body and alluring red hair. I very lightly brushed my lips against the nape of her neck and ran my hand along her knee: she didn't stir.
I grew bolder with each success, kissing her shoulder, her ear, cupping her smooth firm breasts, pressing my nipples and legs up against her flank, little by little, until I was embracing her fully. I plucked her buds and her breathing became more shallow and she whispered from the depths of her pillows, "Harder!" while placing a hand on mine and pressing it against her breast.
I began to play more roughly and she obviously responded with pleasure as I pinched and rolled her nipples and the tender sides of her perfectly formed breasts, then began to stretch each nipple away as far as it would go before letting her breast snap it back.
"Harder, bitch!" she commanded in full voice.
So I squeezed and twisted her nipples with a growing vengeance, hard as I could, and instead of inflicting pain it created a dizzying stimulation accompanied by sultry sighs. Jennifer suddenly turned around and mounted me, kissing me warmly and deeply. I could feel her mound's wetness on mine, I could feel her nipples rubbing against my chest, and I ground upwards and into her with my now-soaking pussy, but she abruptly pulled off.
"We've got to save something for later, little bitch," she said playfully. And with that she headed for the shower.
Melissa entered and tossed me my outfit for the day: very skimpy black lace panties, a nearly sheer matching camisole, and of course my high-heeled maryjanes. I modeled them for myself in the large bedside mirror and began to turn myself on by the sheer exuberantly wicked sensuality of my image, and I wondered how my mistresses would use their lovely plaything, how they might surprise me....
It was past noon already and Melissa enlisted my help in the kitchen while Jennifer dressed. A glass of champagne and a toast rounded out our luncheon treat.
"To tonight!" said Melissa.
"To my two wonderful mistresses," said I, meeting her eyes keenly.
"To teaching a submissive cunt her place," said Jennifer.
We all three drank our glasses in a gulp.
"Let Jennifer see how enticing you are," suggested Melissa.
So I rose and twirled for my mistress to admire my clothes, such as they were.
"Ooooh, our slut looks quite delectable," she cooed, "but I think we can enhance the effect.
Melissa retrieved a pair of chained wrist and ankle restraints, along with a ringed leather collar.
"Turn around, cunt!" she ordered, and I obeyed without hesitation. Were we going to start so soon? She cuffed my hands behind my back in such a way that my forearms were parallel to the ground and resting on the shelf formed by my protruding buttocks. I couldn't lower my hands any further than my waist. Then she snapped and locked a set of metal cuffs on my ankles about my heels, connected by a thick chain only 10 inches in length. I could barely walk a quarter step at a time as a result.
"Now, on your knees," Melissa hissed.
I could tell she was rather incensed by my teasing earlier in the morning, and perhaps a bit jealous of my time with Jennifer in bed right afterwards. I repressed a smirk. She deliberately moved her pussy right in front of my face as she fastened and locked the collar around my neck. I greedily inhaled the bitch's scent! It was great consolation to know how much she lusted for her slave.
Jennifer then spoke up: "Much better, darling... and she'll need some time to become accustomed to her new accoutrements for tonight - time by herself, I think."
Jennifer turned to me and said severely: "Listen well, whore, we have a full night ahead. Your mistresses will be away for a while. In our absence you are under no circumstances to attempt to pleasure yourself, do you hear?"
"Yes, mistress," I replied meekly.
"Very good. You wouldn't want to spoil the fun, would you?"
"No, mistress,"
"Now, we wouldn't want you to feel too terribly alone, so we're going to give you some company."
Jennifer pulled out a necklace of large black beads; I had seen this kind of thing in the few porn videos I had rented, but not quite this size. There were 7 beads on string which ended in an eyelet.
Jennifer went to her kitchen cabinet and selected a small bottle of Italian olive oil.
"Italian oil for our Italian bitch - a good combination!"
My ass was already sore from last night and I didn't know whether I could accommodate my gift.
Melissa pushed my head down to the floor and spread my ass cheeks as Jennifer very slowly inserted the beads.
As each one passed through my anal sphincter I shuddered, and then when they had all managed to be placed I could feel a lovely warmth within. Jennifer spanked my ass several times and I whimpered a little.
"Now, bitch, make yourself at home."
They exited and left me cuffed and kneeling on the floor, and just as I was trying to raise myself to my feet Melissa burst in.
"I've forgotten something important!" she exclaimed, and after rummaging through a utility drawer she approached me with two wooden clothespins, the kind that clamp. She roughly pulled each nipple and applied the pincers, jiggling my breasts for effect. They made me wince with pain and I was helpless to remove them.
"What do you say?"
I was too preoccupied with my discomfort to respond quickly enough, so she wrenched my hair and slapped me.
"Did you forget your manners?"
"No, mistress, ... I mean, yes, for a moment...."
She slapped me harshly again and yanked my hair. I both hated and loved her at the same time, but I was driven by a surging desire to serve her every whim, no matter how capricious.
"Thank you, mistress."
"You're welcome."
I was alone kneeling on the floor, my hands bound behind my back, my feet tethered together, my breasts burning, my ass glowing, and I had no idea how long I would have to endure such a state. There was something comforting, though, about anticipating my mistresses' return and their attention. I shuffled along the floor to the sofa and was then able to raise myself on it. My hands were useless, so I couldn't even manage to get myself a glass of water, or to turn on some music. Yet the silence and solitude seemed to reinforce for me the beauty and totality of my submission. I lay dreamily on my side, my thoughts awash in memories of my explosive transformation.
After what seemed an age Jennifer and Melissa finally reentered carrying a shopping bag and some cartons of Chinese takeout.
"Well, has our little slut behaved herself while we were gone?" asked Jennifer.
"Yes, mistress."
"I'm glad to hear that. You must be hungry too, I suppose,"
"Yes, mistress, and thirsty."
Melissa was busy laying out the food on the plates in the kitchen.
"Melissa, make sure our cunt has something to eat and drink," she said casually.
Melissa smiled, and set down a bowl of water on the floor near the table, along with a bowl of rice. She came to me and attached an elegant thin silver leash to my collar, and after roughly yanking me off the sofa led me to the kitchen. It was slow going for I could only move each knee a few inches at a time, but I finally reached my destination.
"What are you waiting for?" said Jennifer.
I lowered my head and began to lap the water thirstily, then moved to the bowl of rice. As Jennifer and Melissa ate they would on occasion offer me a morsel with their hands. I guess they were treating me as if I were a 'real' bitch.
"You know, Melissa, I've always wanted a lapdog. Why don't you bring her over to me on the couch?"
Melissa led me back, slowly of course, and I awkwardly clambered up over my red-headed mistress's thighs.
Jennifer spanked me lightly a few times, and I lost myself in the arousing pleasures of it. She remarked on how well I had healed from last night's "play" and then she said very seriously that I could leave now if I wished, but that in choosing to stay I would forsake any further opportunity to exit. It was an ultimatum: and I became apprehensive. I felt a rush of anxiety and intoxicating delight all at the same time. I really had no choice: it would be complete folly to abandon the chance for what promised to be an even more extraordinary experience. In effect, I had already chosen not to be able to choose....
She smacked my ass sharply and hard and I moaned.
"Well, slut, have you made your decision?" she demanded.
I delayed a response because I wanted to feel her hand on me again.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Then I nodded agreement.
"We have some things for you, so let's get going," said Jennifer. Melissa brought me to the floor and unleashed me, instructing me to follow them into the bedroom - at my own pace.
I had never imagined being in such a bizarre and humiliating position, me on my knees with my hands fastened behind my back shuffling to a den of further degradation and pain and ... an eerie powerful liberating kind of joy too. Was it 'humiliating' or was it a glorious abandonment to true humility and trust? I was entering a new dimension of experience, one that was far beyond the ken of anything I had previously imagined....
It seemed as if it had taken me a full ten minutes to make my way to where Melissa and Jennifer had stationed themselves and their treasures, close to the windows. The bedroom was lit low and really very beautifully, dramatically, as if a stage were being set for a special performance. I waited humbly before them.
Melissa indicated that we would all be dressing up for the occasion, so she removed my ankle cuffs, forced me to my feet, slipped off my sexy panties and literally ripped my flimsy camisole from my chest. In one dexterous motion she also removed the clothespins from my nipples and I howled and fell back to my knees, breathing rapidly. My hands were still bound behind me, and Melissa led me to a chair.
Jennifer meanwhile had begun to dress. She had donned high-heeled maryjanes like my own, along with a collar. She removed three thin leather belts and buckled one around her middle: it hung like a holster on her hips.
And that was it. Melissa followed suit, and then both repaired to the bathroom where they applied makeup. Nakedness was the order of the day - or, I should say, night.
Believe me, they were natural beauties and didn't need makeup to enhance their looks, but I was floored when I saw how devilishly alluring they appeared, eyeliner and shadow and lips with the sheen of inviting color.
They applied their talents to my face as well, but with more obvious dramatic flair. My lips became a deep luscious red, and my green eyes were accentuated to make me seem even more of a naughty vamp or vixen. Melissa affixed the loose leather belt to my waist.
"Our little harlot is quite the enchanter, isn't she?" remarked Jennifer.
My pussy and ass were both very wet. Melissa set about lighting a few candles for atmosphere, and then brought out three more glasses of champagne for our final toast.
"To a new world" said Melissa. Jennifer held my glass and clinked it with hers and Melissa's and then poured the champagne into my mouth.
I was heady and weak with strange sensations of desire. Yes, I was already in a new world.
They escorted me to the area between the large mirror and the side of the bed, positioning me about a foot away from the bed, which was about 7 or 8 feet from the mirror on the wall. Jennifer commanded me to turn my feet out laterally, like a dancer (and I had studied ballet in my teens, so I knew what to do). She moved my legs fairly far apart, my knees slightly bent.
The effect of my bound hands behind my back and turned-out feet in their heels was to arch my back, push my impertinent small breasts upwards and out, and thrust very forward my pubis, exposing my cunt maximally. My arms had been bound now for hours, and I was grateful when I felt Melissa move behind me for support - and discipline, of course.
Melissa interposed her body between myself and the edge of the bed and brought me back into her as far as possible. She placed each of her heeled feet in front of mine to make sure they stayed splayed. Her hands were free to grasp my arms, my shoulders, my hair, to cup my breasts, to pinch, to do pretty much anything with me. I hope I've described this clearly enough, because it illustrates just how expert these devious bitches were.
I could see myself with perfect clarity in the mirror and at my first glimpse I sighed with fearful humility. I was completely at their mercy, the proceedings would take their course, everything was out of my hands now.
"We've been easy on you so far, dearie," said Jennifer.
"Now we'll see how much of a cunt-slave you really are."
My lips parted involuntarily, I was speechless, Melissa held me close to her body which gave me strength, and I could already feel her cunt becoming moist and hot on my ass which was still filled with the large beads. Jennifer too was quite aroused as she removed her thin leather belt and readied to put it into action. She was careful to remain to my side so the sight of my abject depravity was completely unimpaired.
As Melissa had done before with my dress whip, Jennifer drew the belt through my mouth for moistening.
"Now, kiss it, slut," she commanded and of course I did.
Her first few flicks across my middle were startling, and I jerked back and into Melissa more out of reflex than as a response to pain: they stung, but manageably so. But Jennifer increased her force and frequency and I began to writhe and squirm and if Melissa's feet and legs hadn't locked my own I would have buckled, though I uttered nothing but a sigh.
Jennifer stopped and asked why I continued to be so naughty. I had no idea what she meant and started to speak and a searing lash landed across my right thigh.
"Are you forgetting about the rules again, cunt?" demanded Jennifer.
I shook my head, then nodded, then shook it again in confusion.
"Let me be clear, then: you are not to speak unless spoken to, and as for your flogging, I assumed you knew to thank your mistress for each lash."
The idea of having to speak seemed almost beyond me, but I nodded to assent.
She began again, with a blow on my left flank.
"Thank you, mistress." I said, but not before she had begun another, and another and another until I was mumbling incoherently, stung, dizzy, and confused. But somehow I never looked or felt better, I thought, as I gazed at my lascivious self.
"I'll take care of this, Jennifer," said Melissa, and she pulled my head far back to kiss me.
"You'll have a larger field, darling," she told her partner.
Jennifer could hardly contain herself, inflamed at what she saw was a possibly deeper bond between myself and Melissa, and by the prospect of taking possession of me as my mistress, so she flicked and lashed me everywhere with deadly accuracy (an expert, without doubt), and I writhed and trembled and shook and lost myself in Melissa's kisses.
The night before when my nipple and cunt clips were removed the pain had brought my sensual excitement down to curtail an orgasm; now, instead, the stinging burn of the leather heightened my ever-growing arousal. Jennifer flogged me everywhere with her perfectly chosen tool - a tool that didn't lacerate or maul, but crackled and seared - everywhere except the parts that now clamored for it most: my hairless gaping pussy and my huge indurated nipples.
I was discovering more of that new world, a world in which the distinctions between pain and pleasure had dissolved and the bonds between mistress and slave grew incorruptibly strong. At that moment I knew truly that both Jennifer and Melissa loved and needed me as much as I loved and needed them. And I yearned desperately for my frustrated nipples and cunt to be given their due.
Then Jennifer stopped and urged Melissa to lay me backwards onto the bed, and to pull my legs out and back and away. Melissa complied while Jennifer stepped over to a table and removed a candle.
I watched the redhead's face with utter gratitude and fascination as she approached. The first few drops of hot wax landed on my pussy and I jumped and screamed involuntarily. Again the drops came and again I screamed, as they were landing in my pink as well as on the outside of my cunt's lips.
She paused and moved up to my oh so tender breasts and nipples and sent me into screaming ecstasy while Melissa held me down by the shoulders. I could smell Melissa's pussy and wanted it desperately and I arched my head back trying for it, and the hot wax came down on my cunt again and I writhed and groaned.
Melissa kindly settled her effusively dripping cunt onto my face and I worked my mouth and tongue wildly inside her, only dimly hearing Jennifer mention something about cleaning, before feeling again the lash of the belt, so hard and so delicious, now on my wax encrusted nipples and breasts, now on my wax-coated hairless cunt.
"We must" - thwack! - "clean" - thwack! - "every bit" - thwack! - "of wax" - thwack! thwack! thwack!
She must have taken an extraordinarily expert aim, for she cracked the tip of the belt right into the gleaming slit of my tender pussy and I saw stars as I came and came and came, my screams muffled by Melissa's cunt and ass, my whole body trembling.... And then Melissa came with me, my lover! and she squirmed on my face and stretched herself to soothe my whipped cunt with her lips and tongue.
We lay like this for a minute or two, before Jennifer roughly yanked Melissa's head away.
"We're not through with the bitch yet. Leave her to me and undo her hands now, yes, YOU Melissa, do as I say!."
Melissa uncuffed me. After hours of having my hands bound behind me, I celebrated my new 'freedom' by caressing Melissa's most lovely ass and thighs as she pulled my arms back over my head and knelt above me, her back to the mirror.
What more could they have in store for me. I was spent, but I was also still so electrified, and hungry to take advantage of every remaining minute as our time wound down, hungry to be used and abused even more keenly.
I had an inkling, an idea, half-formed, of something.....I madly wanted to be fucked, fucked hard and full and relentlessly, and I knew they knew it and was afraid they would deprive me of this last magnificent pleasure.
"Now, Melissa, let me see your 'lover' lick your ass."
Melissa held my outstretched hands in hers as she lowered herself onto my face. I was flushed with a new ardor and I licked the crack of her butt furiously, kissed her anus, probed her canal with my tongue, sucked on her anal lips hungrily: I simply couldn't get enough of her and I found myself kindling with resurgent lust. She loved it, and I knew she loved me, her ass-licking possession.
"Now turn around, Melissa," demanded Jennifer.
My lover lifted herself off me and did as asked.
"Hold her her legs back again, spread them wide for her treat."
Melissa did so, kneeling above my head, and Jennifer began to probe my cunt with her hand, her small fine elegant hand with its long fingers. With deliberation she stroked and caressed my pussy inside, one, two fingers, three, four.... And I could see her reach over with her left hand to squeeze the knuckles of her right as she slowly eased her entire hand up to her narrow wrist into me.
I thought I would burst: I had never been stretched or filled so fully in my life, and once Jennifer's knuckles had penetrated she splayed the fingers of her hand inside me causing a convulsion I can't describe. In, turn, splay, in, turn, splay, in, turn, splay.... I was jelly, bucking, moaning and screaming, "Fuck me, mistress, fist me, harder you bitch, I love you, I love your fucking fist inside me, oh YESSSS!...."
My ass was high above the bed as it bucked rhythmically but uncontrollably up, and the new dimension I had entered became indescribably richer and more colorful and vibrant.
She withdrew, finally, after I was spent, and allowed me to recover, and knelt before me to kiss her slave's cunt. I was sweating and breathing heavily. Melissa meanwhile stole behind her, placing her hands on her shoulders as she licked me. She then unexpectedly grabbed a fistful of Jennifer's red mane and lifted her to her feet, and with unsuspected strength threw her onto the bed.
"Alessandra, my dear," said Melissa, "I need your help."
"Yes, of course, mistress" I obediently replied.
"Cuff her hands to the ringbolt, as you were last night, then remove her belt."
The once magisterial Jennifer now appeared chastened, meek, willing, utterly obedient.
When I had finished, I helped Melissa to tie Jennifer's beautiful long legs to the ringbolts at the sides of the headboard, just like me, using the thin leather belts, the instrument that had left its indelible marks over my tender body.
I had no idea of the time, except that I knew it was late and I would be leaving soon. Melissa then beckoned for me to minister to Jennifer's open and frantically aroused pussy, so I buried my head between her legs.
"But don't let her come, my dear" Melissa warned.
I teased Jennifer mercilessly, enjoying every second of it, bringing her to the verge and back again, leaving her angrily unsatisfied. As I worked, Melissa came up to me from behind and in one motion removed the anal beads: I cried out, panting, and turned around to watch her lick and suck each bead lustfully with her mouth, gazing alternately at me and at Jennifer.
She led me out of the bedroom and into their living space, leaving a frustrated Jennifer bound and helpless. Melissa took me in her arms and kissed me like a lover and I dropped to my knees but she pulled me up and kissed me again.
She presented me with a box, a parting gift, in which were my silver nipple clamps and cunt clips, and a mini-videocassette. She also threw me a raincoat and my car keys.
Once more she kissed me and told me what a marvelous slut and cunt and slave I was, warned me to remember that I was hers whenever, if ever, she called, before ending our unforgettable adventure with the words:
"Now, I have some unfinished business to tend to."
I drove home in a deep haze of ultimate satisfaction and aliveness, my humdrum life altered immeasurably. As I coasted past the lesbian bar I saw two rough but pretty dykes leave with their prey, a delicate feminine young thing, between their linked arms, and I smiled: if she were going to be treated to one-tenth of what I had, she'd soon be in heaven indeed.
"Take good care of her, bitches," I yelled as I sped away.
(Thanks to all who took the time to encourage me with feedback! I may have another story to tell someday....)