Alessandra's Next Step: Part 2
By
Alessandra Tamino
Part 2
Melissa lifted her pussy away from Joann's insatiable mouth and turned herself around. She grabbed Joann by the ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Joann's face was drenched with Melissa's juices and she seemed to pout with disappointment at not being able to finish her task.
"Hey, Melissa, let me..."
Melissa sharply interrupted: "Who gave you permission to use my name, bitch?"
Joann was nonplussed.
"Answer me, slut!" demanded Melissa.
"No one, mistress," Joann meekly replied.
"Who gave you permission to come?"
"I just couldn't help..." SWAT! Melissa's hand came down hard on her ass.
"You just don't know how to mind your tongue, do you slut?"
Melissa threw Joann onto her stomach and swiftly and dexterously placed the ball-gag in her mouth, securing it tightly. She pulled her head back by the hair and, gazing at me, said:
"Look, Alessandra, I have a present for you."
Melissa moved quickly off the bed and retrieved her satchel. The dazed blonde cunt lay absolutely still as my cuffs were unlocked and her hands forcibly drawn behind her to be cuffed instead. Melissa then used two lengths of clothesline to spread and secure Joann's elegantly sexy legs to the footboard's bedposts. I watched with rising lust and anticipatory excitement: the dirty blonde whore who had slapped me, humiliated me, and degraded me in my own home was now getting her own and I loved it. Melissa then kissed me long and passionately on the mouth and I swam in the ecstasy of her warmth. She drew me to my feet and spoke:
"Alessandra, dear, as good a slut as you are, a bit of instruction is in order. If you really wish to reach the depths -- or should I say heights? -- of submission, you must taste the other side."
I remembered vividly how she and Jennifer slipped so seamlessly into alternate roles, first one, then the other taking the upper hand.
Melissa handed me a length of clothesline and then propped herself up on my pillows at the head of her bed, spreading her lovely legs, her sweet cunt just a few tantalizing inches away from Joann's gagged mouth.
"Look at her, Alessandra, isn't she beautiful, isn't she enticing?"
I nodded: she was indeed. Her youthful body was smooth, firm and luscious: I had the impulse to grasp her narrow waist and lick her ass and cunt with abandon.
Melissa spoke slowly, hypnotically: "How does it feel to know she's completely yours -- yours to do with her as you wish, yours to kiss, caress, smack, pinch, fuck, whip.... You get the idea."
A strange warmth suffused me, one to which I was not accustomed: the warmth of power.
"Now, dear, get in position, and give the slut what she craves."
I moved to the foot of the bed, lash in hand, and I surveyed the willing young vulnerable beatific form in front of me. Melissa gently tugged at Joann's hair. I flicked the cord on the back of her left thigh. Nothing.
"You can do much better than that, slut," remarked Melissa.
I flicked again, harder, and was thrilled by Joann's involuntary response: her whole body shuddered in a flinch, and she gasped for breath sharply. I could also see that she lusted for more.
"That's better," responded Melissa. "She should remember, and be grateful for, every stroke. Just think of how you like to be treated."
Which is exactly what I did.... Imagining the forbidden captivating thrill of helpless submission, submission in the knowledge of pleasing my mistress and using my allure to direct my mistress' every modicum of attention to me, I flicked harder and harder, varying the frequency and rhythm and intensity of my strokes, relishing every elicited moan and movement, and intoxicated by my prey, I grew even wilder and more surprising.
"Yes," I began to shout, "you deserve this, you slut," -- SWAT! -- "you audacious cunt" -- SWAT! -- "you love it, don't you?" -- SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
She squirmed and writhed and moaned through her gag and looked absolutely delicious.
"You don't deserve Melissa, you bitch!" SWAT!
"I'm her cunt, not you, you fucking tease!" SWAT!
"And I'm your fucking mistress now, do you hear, DO YOU HEAR?" SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
I was losing myself, drunk with venom and fury and lust.
"She's winning, Alessandra," interrupted Melissa. "The mistress must never relinquish her self-control."
I caught my breath and moved over to the side of the bed. Melissa was absolutely correct and I thanked her. Now it was Joann's turn to give up every vestige of authority, every trace of self-governance.
"OK, slut," I said, lightly brushing the rope against her gleaming slit, "you are not to come unless I permit you, understand?"
She nodded, not surprisingly. I played upon her pussy and perineum with my tool, lightly, quickly, stingingly, taunting her labia and anus, interposing occasionally an unexpectedly hard lash that made her jump. I stopped momentarily to tease her and then built the crescendo again until she moaned and writhed continuously nearing the verge of orgasm, then I stopped for a moment once more and began the movement again, again bringing her to the edge, and I swatted her pussy and shouted, "No, not yet, you cunt, don't you dare come!" and I swatted her harder and played upon her private parts incessantly until she was far beyond any form of control as a powerful irresistible orgasm shook her into ecstasy.
I was amazed at what I had done, what I had become.... Melissa smiled at me.
"You're very good, darling, better than I thought.... Now tend to your slave."
I cast aside my cord and kissed and stroked the spent Joann. Her back and ass and thighs and sides were reddened and I tenderly ran my tongue up and down her spine. Kneeling atop her, I buried my face and lips in her cunt and pressed my tongue along the crack of her ass and into her nether hole, sucking on its ring: she was so sweet, and I was grateful for her obeisance and I felt as if I were kissing and licking myself. I removed her gag and gave my new-found angel a long wet kiss on the mouth, a kiss that sealed our bond.
Melissa woke me from my delirium with the words:
"Don't think you're through yet, my cunt."
(To be continued.....)