Alessandra's Next Step: Part 3
By
Alessandra Tamino (alessandratamino@yahoo.com)
(This is the concluding section: please email me with feedback if you like it!)
Part 3
"Unbind her, and let her thank you," commanded Melissa.
I freed her legs and unlocked her handcuffs. I noticed that the back of her arms were striped from my punishment too. She turned over and I feared she would lunge at me, her tormentor, and employ her wiry strength to take revenge. Instead she gazed up at me, her dark sensuous eyes filled with something like adoration, and this made me strangely uneasy: is this how I appeared to my mistresses, so docile, so obviously in thrall? Yet I knew her feeling, its indescribable mixture of gratitude, servitude, apprehension and unfettered devotion, a total surrender to the beloved, which coursed through the very core of the body.
I straddled her head, my back to the lounging Melissa, as Joann brought her tender lips to my slick tumescent hairless pussy. Oh, my! How I cooed and sighed, the weeks of frustration finally finding release. I ground my cunt into her mouth and she worked her tongue everywhere as I pinched and twisted her swollen nipples, causing her to arch her back and pull me further towards her lips. I rubbed and coated her face, and her tongue flickered ever more savagely to bring me joyful release. An angel indeed!
Melissa drew me away and took my place: Joann was insatiable. I moved behind Melissa and cupped her breasts and bit her neck and lips and stroked wherever my hands could reach, clutching her tightly as she shook violently from the fire ignited by Joann's marvelous mouth.
All three of us lay spent and intertwined, luxuriating in each other's musky scents and sweat, until hunger made its claim and we decided to venture outside for a bite nearby.
We must have made quite a sight: three exuberantly sexual and attractive girls who could barely keep their hands off each other, strolling languorously into a café. We were all utterly impervious to the gazes of men, and took some pleasure in shutting these hounds out. We toasted `women' with a glass of wine apiece before heading back to my flat.
It was getting dark and my head was spinning: I knew more of something was in store and I began to tingle with apprehensive expectation.
Barely a moment after we stepped in the door Melissa commanded me to strip. I obeyed.
"On your knees, cunt," she demanded. I complied.
Then, turning to Joann, she said: "Joann, how good is your memory?"
"Pretty good, Melissa"
"I thought so... I thought you'd probably remember each and every lash the slut gave you."
"Pretty much."
"Well, she's all yours."
Joann approached and yanked my head back by the hair.
"Open your mouth, slut."
She spat in my open mouth, once, twice, three times.
"Do you like that?" she asked.
I nodded, daring not to speak aloud.
She slapped me, hard.
"I didn't hear you, bitch."
"Yes, mistress," I replied.
Then she slapped me again, stinging my right cheek with her backhand.
"Who gave you permission to speak?" she demanded. I blushed with fear and indecision and felt a wild rumble deep inside.
A wave of shame engulfed me and I reddened. Joann's voice was steely, her grip on my hair strong as she dragged me into the bedroom. I tried my best to keep up while shuffling on my knees.
"You'll fucking well do as you're told from now on, bitch," she hissed.
Melissa followed with her satchel bearing the instruments of sweet torment. Joann pulled me to my feet in front of my bed's footboard, my back to it. She spread my legs nearly the width of the bed and tied each ankle to the bottom part of the post near the floor. I stood dazed and humiliated, silently beckoning to Melissa but finding no solace from that quarter. Joann's wild strength and unpredictability, and the suspicion that she was bent on repaying me caused me genuine alarm.
It was growing dark outside, and I offered no resistance as she roughly guided each dangling arm behind my back, secured my wrists with clothesline and cleverly stretched each arm to the upper bedpost on its opposite side. In effect my arms were crossed behind me and the entire front of my lovely body thoroughly exposed, thoroughly vulnerable.
Melissa was sitting, clothed, in a chair, watching intently. She followed Joann's every move, obviously admiring the lithe form, and jealousy added to my confusion. Yet I felt myself more and more drawn to this brazen stranger, this wicked young cunt who had so breezily overtaken my home, perhaps even my desires.
Joann left me and stopped in front of Melissa who instinctively began to undress her. Her tight shapely body shimmered. After Melissa had removed Joann's panties -- which I could see were wet, even from a distance -- and had handed them over to her, Joann placed a leg on the chair's arm and pushed Melissa's mouth to her cunt.
"Get me nice and wet, bitch, I want you to see how unfaithful your slut really is."
Joann abruptly pulled Melissa away and came towards me. She drew her panties around my eyes and knotted them behind my head. The ambrosial smell of her cunt nearly made me swoon, even as my fears increased with my lack of vision. I felt as if I were entering the dark night of my soul....
Moments later the cool soothing texture of oil startled me: Joann was bathing me in olive oil, her deft hands running over every part. I sighed as they reached my ass and the inside of my thighs, and gasped as they traversed my small but sensitive breasts with their large hard nipples. I heaved as they moved over my flat stomach and mons.
Her oiled hand swatted my face unexpectedly.
"That was for nothing, bitch, except to please me." My throat became dry.
I could sense her face inches from my own... what would she do now? It moved closer and closer until her lips met mine and she sucked passionately on my tongue, and before I knew it the very tongue she had pleasured was now pinched with not one but two clothespins. They hurt terribly and saliva began to drool out of the corners of my mouth and I struggled to swallow. I must have looked awful, degraded beyond belief, breathing ponderously. Yet my cunt was alive with yearning.
Try as I might to fight it, the sheer pleasure of being utterly at Joann's whim was rapturous, and I finally gave myself over to this insanely perverse joy. I wanted her -- her touch, the sting of her hand, the bite of her mouth, the lash of her verbal attacks -- more than anything, and I heaved with obvious longing, oblivious to everyone and everything else.
She pinched my nipples and I nearly leapt off the floor.
"You like that, bitch?" she asked. I nodded.
She pinched them again, harder, and twisted, and I grunted with animal pleasure.
"Am I your mistress?" she inquired. I nodded my head vigorously.
She pinched and twisted again and I became inflamed.
"Well, Melissa, that was no work at all. But maybe she'll have a change of heart."
Joann began to slap my breasts, my flank, my ass, and I writhed. She brought her palm up against my cunt with a snap and I incoherently moaned.
"You have a choice, cunt, Melissa or me. If you prefer Melissa, you can have her immediately. If you want me, nod."
Like a sick traitorous slut I nodded, and Joann commenced pinching and slapping with greater energy, as if in thanks. I winced and flinched and quivered with every blow, begging inwardly to be able to come. Being blindfolded heightened both my fear and my pleasure, since the timing and location of each blow were surprising. Then Joann relented for a moment, and I felt her slide her hands down my sides as she went to her knees. Her lips rested against the trembling lips of my cunt and her tongue touched my pink ever so lightly.
"If you really love Melissa you won't be able to come, you know," she said, and, reaching up she pressed both nipples in her fingers with tremendous force. Her lips cradled my clitoris and her tongue snaked up my slit, flickering furiously, as I melted into unstoppable orgasm. At the moment I couldn't give a fuck about Melissa or anyone else: I was in heat for a slut who had given me pleasures of a new order.
Joann removed the blindfold and the clothespin from my tongue and kissed me lazily and softly.
"Thank you, my cunt," she said. Then she gathered up her clothes and turning to Melissa said: "Well, you can have what's left." I heard my apartment door close.
Melissa glowered from the chair. She eventually rose and walked over to meet my eye. I returned her gaze steadily. After all, what had she done to earn my devotion since our first encounter? She turned as if to leave me, but I knew she wouldn't, I knew she couldn't resist my surging flesh, my acquiescent love, knew she couldn't do without the pleasure I could give her, and she me. She went instead into my living room for a few moments, and returned naked.
Yes, she was beautiful in her womanliness and grace and I recalled our sweet secret moments at her apartment while Jennifer was asleep. She knelt before me, trembling and gazed up at my face.
"I want to win you back, my love," she whispered.
She spread my pussy gently and licked it very delicately and brought her tongue to my meatus. A rush of excitement filled me as I understood the immensity of her offering; my entire body thrilled with relief and wondrous warmth as I loosed my liquid into her waiting mouth.
She drank serenely and when finished kissed my lips, allowing me the taste of myriad mingled juices.
She untied me and I brought her to my bed and we made love ravenously, nakedly, passionately, flesh to flesh, without a word. Our sundered bond had been renewed.
(Thanks to all for all the wonderful feedback...sayonara for now!)