Alessandra's Next Step: Part 1
By
Alessandra Tamino (alessandratamino@yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: this story contains graphic scenes of sexual activity between lesbian adults. It is definitely not for minors, or for anyone who is offended by such behavior. Plus, you've just gotta be in the mood. This account is a continuation of the series begun by Alessandra's Awakening.
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Part I
After the encompassing euphoria of my liberation had begun to face, and the routine of daily life had reasserted itself, I began to be troubled by the gloomy thoughts of disgust and self-loathing. Could I really have subjected myself -- me, Alessandra -- to such depraved abuse so willingly and with such intensely felt pleasure?
I must have been propositioned a hundred times in those first few weeks afterwards -- by men, unfortunately -- because I was radiant with undisguised sensual yearning. I checked in vain daily for an email message from my mistresses, Jennifer and Melissa, and, forbidden to initiate contact myself, I was disconsolate. A mounting urge to succumb to the dark driving forces within began to brew, and I decided I could save myself for them no longer. That whole first episode seemed more and more unreal, the bonds I thought we had forged became as gossamer, and late one Friday night out of utter desperation I drove to a girls' club.
Confident in my looks I dressed quite provocatively -- short white skirt, matching pumps, and not a stitch more. As I made my entry I shivered with the frisson of being eyed, assessed, and lusted after. But this was all suddenly destroyed when beyond the dance-floor I caught a glimpse of my very own `lover' Melissa. She sat at a dimly-lit table in a corner with a very young, very beautiful, very innocent-looking waif. Her bitch was collared. Melissa was licking and nibbling her full pouty lips while playfully tweaking the nipples of her ample breasts. Much as I hated to admit it, the little cunt was angelically alluring, even to a rival like me.
In the space of several seconds I was blushing with envy and I rushed out into the chill night air in a haze of confusion, anger and sexual frustration.
I was bitter and morose when I awoke the next morning and I cancelled plans for an outing with friends from work, rightly acknowledging that my mood would have cast a pall. I meandered around my apartment listlessly, finally deciding to vent my considerable spleen in an email to my betrayer: I had absolutely nothing to lose.
To my surprise, as I logged on an email from Her was waiting:
"My dear slut, I'll be at your place at 1. You will be wearing nothing but lace panties and your collar. Anger becomes you. Your Mistress Melissa."
My heart leapt, my whole body felt a rush, my knees went weak -- all despite myself. When I became more controlled I mused on her audacity: did she think I would automatically agree? Could I really be taken for granted by the bitch?
It was just 930 and my mind filled with ways to take sweet revenge: I could simply leave for the day... I could greet her at the door and shut it in her bewildered face ... or I could do as she commanded...
I sighed. The temptation to do my mistress' bidding took greater and greater hold. The weeks of frustration were simply too much, and I yielded without struggle to the dreamlike prospect of serving my beloved in whatever way she devised or desired. Like it or not, I was her slut, her cunt, her chattel.
She knocked precisely at 1 and I led her into my flat, tastefully decorated, comfortable, and cozy. She looked even more ravishing than I remembered and without saying a word drew me into a passionate embrace and kiss, to which I responded with such heat that she had to pry my hands back to speak.
"You know, Alessandra," she said softly, her hazel eyes brightening, "there are times when a third person is an interference." I smiled, remembering Jennifer on our final day together.
"And times when she can add," she continued mysteriously.
I drew her to the sofa and greedily threw myself against her firm charged flesh as she kissed my face and neck, the hunger of weeks seeking to be sated. I was startled, however, by another knock at the door.
"Are you expecting anyone?" Melissa asked.
I shook my head and as I arose to answer Melissa declared: "I am."
I stopped in my tracks as she brushed past me and opened my door to ... the waif-like slut I had seen her with at the club.
"Well, slut, show some politeness! Down on your knees!" cried Melissa to me.
I dropped involuntarily, staring at the intruder, a dirty blonde, 5'5", VERY slim, no older than 21 I thought, with full prominent breasts and a lovely ass. Her face was deviously saintly. Melissa guided her to me and lifted her skirt to reveal a moistly gleaming hairless cunt.
"My friend Joann would like a salutation, a kiss of greeting."
I inhaled Joann's powerful sweet aroma and instinctively lifted my lips to her tender beckoning pussy: already I was overcome, perversely thrilled by the idea of being in thrall to someone so much younger than I, and I very deliberately licked her cunt's expanse in one slow but deft motion. Then Melissa pulled my head away.
"Patience, my dear slut, patience!"
She and Joann roughly lifted and pushed me onto my couch. Joann grabbed and held my wrists: she was very strong and I couldn't evade her grip. Melissa cuffed them and I protested, but not for long: Joann slapped my mouth fiercely.
"Stop whining, cunt! I know how much you love this!"
Smack! And I quieted. Joann then retrieved a ball-gag from her handbag and inserted it quickly into my mouth, tying it securely behind my head.
They led me bound into my own bedroom, which they surveyed like appraisers, and forced me on elbows and knees. Melissa attached her leash to my collar and wrapped its free end around the bedpost at the footboard: it was impossible to stand upright, so I knelt, hands cuffed in front, gazing up at Melissa and Joann as they now occupied my very own bed like owners.
I watched as Joann undressed Melissa slowly, stroking and kissing her neck and breasts and ass and thighs -- the very body I craved so much -- and I watched as Melissa brought her lips to Joann's delectable breasts, pulling and sucking on them, holding them with her teeth as she shook her head wildly like an animal its prey. She spread Joann's slim legs apart and began to spank her moist pussy, eliciting sharp gasps of excitement. The angelic bitch moaned, and Joann mounted atop her in a sixty-nine.
I was eye-level with Melissa's tongue and Joann's gushing cunt, burning with jealousy as Melissa licked and sucked and brought her `friend' to a quick violent orgasm. Amid Joann's screams, muffled as they were by the pussy she in which she was immersed, Melissa stretched towards me, removed my gag, kissed me full on the mouth, and winked.
Then the fun REALLY began...
(To be continued...)