Alessandra's Atonement: Part 2 (conclusion)
By
Alessandra Tamino (alessandratamino@yahoo.com)
This is the end to my series, a fictionalized account of my awakening to the joys of submission. Thanks to ALL who took the trouble to email me with their encouraging remarks, which kept me going. As usual, this is NOT for minors or anyone who is offended by descriptions of lesbian sexual experiences. Feedback is always appreciated, so please feel free to email me. I'm not sure I have anything more to write about....but I'll see.
Part 2
As I crawled towards my bedroom, a sense of sweet languor stole over me. The sickly pall of phony punishment was evaporating and in its place appeared the genuine surrender of true atonement. My entire body shivered with grateful lust as my stern, knowing and elegant new mistress Claire took control.
She laid me on my back and secured my hands and feet to the bedposts with long black silk scarves. I was hers for the taking, and so aroused was I by her gentle but unyielding authority that the merest whiff of her breath on my hairless gaping cunt would have sent me into climactic tremors. I daren't move or speak as she tied another black scarf around my eyes.
"Yes," she whispered, "you're a most beautiful slut, a most lovely creature, so willing...."
I felt her tongue dart into my ear and I trembled. Then Claire moved her lips along my neck, kissing it so exquisitely -- then my mouth -- then a sudden flick of her tongue on my aching left breast .... I began to moan. Her hands lightly caressed my inner thighs, her mouth discovered my navel and I shuddered with electric joy. Every touch, every lick, every brush of hands or lips was unexpected, unpredictable, and galvanizing beyond belief.
"Oh my love, my slut," she purred, "you are so tender, so tender..."
How I wanted her! How I burned for her lips on my pussy! I arched my back and spread my legs as far as they could go in supplication. Claire pinched the sides of my breasts suddenly and I groaned. Then she spat on my cunt and I cried out, panting and shrieking at the surprise. She removed my maryjanes and began to lick my feet and I could bear the tension no longer.
"Please mistress, please Claire," I pleaded, "take me, take me, I need to come, your slut needs to come!"
She slapped me hard on my cunt and I gasped and writhed.
"Thank you mistress, may I have another?" I screamed.
"No," she curtly replied.
She waited until my breathing had quieted, and then she took hold of my breasts by the nipples and shook them wildly and my cunt gushed in response.
"Ooooooooooohhh" I moaned.
She removed my blindfold and straddled my face and lowered her dripping pussy to my mouth. I could see her lovely breasts and face when I looked up. She too was burning and I licked and lapped her treasure with abandon. As I sucked on her clitoris I simultaneously flicked my tongue over its very tip and Claire lurched forward helplessly. Righting herself, she leaned back slightly and grasped both of my nipples with her fingers behind her ass. Our eyes locked.
The more I excited her with my tongue, the harder she squeezed and stretched my nipples, sending spasms to my cunt. She pinched and rolled them and pulled them faster and faster and with greater and greater intensity and I pressed my tongue against her cunt lips and clitoris and shook my head to move my lips and tongue around and into her, and I drove her into an ecstatic frenzy. As she came she squeezed my nipples without restraint, the force of her own orgasm adding to the pressure, and pulled my breasts apart and sent an immense orgasmic wave through my cunt.
The two of us screamed simultaneously and my pussy exploded: I had come without its being touched directly!
She turned around and drank my cum as I drank hers. I began to cry from the sheer joyful release of it all. Claire kissed me tenderly on my cunt, then my mouth, and licked the salt off my cheeks. She untied the scarves, freeing my limbs.
"You're my lover now, you know," she soothed.
I nodded gratefully. Somehow she was, somehow through her touch, her style, her voice, her manner she had reached me to the core.
"Now, do as your mistress wishes," she commanded softly. "On your stomach, my slut."
I obeyed without hesitation, automatically stretching my hands above my head, bringing my knees up and spreading my legs apart so that my ass was high in the air.
Claire wet the fingers of her right hand in my pussy. With her left she pulled back my head by my hair. I loved the strength of her lean and wiry and sexy body.
She spat on my anus several times, then inserted two fingers into me forcefully. It felt so liberating to be probed my her!
"Are you my bitch?" she asked, moving her fingers into me and twisting them.
"Yes, mistress," I replied. She yanked me by the hair.
"Are you my slut?"
"Yes, mistress, I'm your slut, yours alone!"
She fucked my ass with greater force as I moved myself back towards and into her driving hand.
"Are you my cunt?"
"Yes, mistress, I am your cunt!"
She jerked my head back again and I felt a mounting rapture in my bowels.
"Are you my devoted lover?" she hissed.
"Yes, mistress, I am your lover, I love you!" I shouted, as she fucked me with frenzy and I shuddered uncontrollably. She was so wonderful, so good ... I wished to please her more than anything.
Claire removed her fingers from my quivering ass and offered them to my lips. I licked and sucked them happily and she let my mouth travel to hers for a deep kiss, then to her lovely small breasts which I sucked and kissed and greedily coated with my spittle until she pulled my head away.
"Now, I must ask you a favor," she interrupted. "You want to please me, don't you?"
"Of course, yes, more than anything!" I replied.
Claire rolled onto her back, positioning her firm ass at the edge of the bedside, and grasped both feet in her hands, showing me her beautiful cunt in full exposed delectable glory.
"Sandra, put your hand inside me."
I hesitated.
"Do it, slut!" she commanded.
I gazed dreamily at her pink unprotected pussy and knelt before it, before her. I kissed it ceremoniously and ran my tongue ever so gently inside her labia before sliding two fingers into its smooth wetness. Claire gasped and gave a small shudder. I removed my fingers slowly then reinserted three and slowly twisted my hand clockwise. Claire's ass tensed and she began to breathe rapidly.
Remembering how Jennifer had pleasured me -- an eternity ago, it seemed -- I used my left hand to compress the fingers and knuckles of my right as tightly as possible while simultaneously easing it into Claire's patent glistening cunt. My hand was thin and fine and its knuckles disappeared into Claire who was now totally in my power.
She started to scream -- small staccato cries -- as I splayed and flicked my fingers inside her while slowly turning my hand: flick, turn, flick, turn -- her screams grew more prolonged and louder and I stood up and grasped her hair with my free hand as I worked my right hand in her gushing shaking cunt.
"Come for me, mistress, come for your slut!" I cried.
"Oh -- thank -- you -- Sandra -- slut -- lover -- oh -- oh my god!"
Claire shook and bucked and cried out so wildly, and I took such pleasure in giving her this incredible gift, a gift that implied such trust in me. When her tremors had finally subsided, I removed my hand and licked her copious cum and crawled into the bed with her. We kissed like the spent lovers we were, and lay intertwined in mutual rapture. I would never willingly give this woman up, I thought.
Claire stirred as if to rise.
"Where are you going?" I inquired
"To the loo, dear," she said.
I reached out and grasped her wrist tightly.
"No, my love, there's no need for that."
I continued: "I want to do something I've never done before, and I want to do it with you. Please."
Claire smiled and brought my face to hers and kissed me dreamily. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and opened her legs and nestled my mouth inches away from her meatus as I knelt before my new goddess. I opened my lips, growing dizzy with her musky scent, and let her warm ambrosial stream course down my throat and inflame my very being as the figures of the past -- Jennifer, Melissa, Joann, the club bitches -- became a dim phantasmagoria. Only Lyn remained somewhat luminous in memory, but she was so far away, so remote....while Claire was palpably here, around and within me.
"Thank you, dear slut," she offered when I had licked the last trickle from her pussy.
"My pleasure, dear mistress," I replied in adoring gratitude, bringing her beautiful foot to my lips in further supplication. "I'll do anything you wish."
THE END
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