Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2003 05:52:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sandra <alessandratamino@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alessandra's Awakening: Part 5

Alessandra's Awakening: Part 5

by

Alessandra Tamino
(alessandratamino@yahoo.com)

This is a semi-autiobiographical story of my
introduction to lesbian pleasures, not for the prudish
or faint-hearted, and certainly not for minors.  Be
sure to read the earlier sections!

If you like what I've written so far, please email me:
I'm totally new at this and would appreciate any
feedback!


Part 5


Melissa joined me at the table for a very satisfying
brunch.  I couldn't take my eyes off her shapely and
intelligent face, and I smiled incessantly and blushed
like a fool.  She was wearing jeans and a silk
short-sleeved blouse -- no bra, of course.  Her
breasts were natural -- she has small nipples that
point up and out, and I sighed at the thought of being
allowed to nibble and lick them.  I wanted to tease
her the way she had teased me....

After our meal she threw me a grey hooded sweatsuit
and sneakers and led me outside to the park below
their
apartment.  It was a beautiful autumn day, crisp, full
of crystalline light, and as we made our way walking
briskly around the park's perimeter I almost burst out
laughing with joy.  What we were doing in this broad
light of day was so utterly normal, and what we -- I
--had done the night before so utterly -- sick?
bizarre? abnormal?  I was confused: how could my
submission to the dark desires within me be so bad if
I felt so good?

Melissa drew the open gazes of many men, and the
furtive ones of women.  I was oblivious to the others,
intent only on her, on my surging physical energy and
the beauty of nature around us.  We spoke little, and
I wondered where Jennifer was.

"Out shopping," was Melissa's curt reply.

After breaking a bit of a sweat we stopped for a cup
of deliciously -- and locally -- brewed caffe
americanos (the only way to be sure of an absolutely
fresh cup anywhere).  Sipping it on a bench under the
gently swaying trees, in the cool invigorating air,
surrounded by ordinary wonderful life, I again mused
on how several short hours seemed to have changed me,
how much more alive to beauty and vitality I had
become after doing what most people would surely label
disgusting, depraved, filthy, immoral, and sick.

Was I sick?  Or was I finally freeing myself from the
chains of conformity, conventionality and
lifelessness?

Melissa laid her hand on mine and gazed at me with
alluring hazel eyes.

"We have a lot to look forward to tonight."

My pussy began to sing.

"And you're free to go whenever you choose, if you
choose," she added lazily. "As soon as we get back the
rules will be imposed again, with an addition: you are
under no circumstances to try to pleasure yourself,
unless Jennifer or I command you, understand?"

My lips parted dutifully.  She pulled me close and
without a trace of shame kissed me full on the mouth,
in public.  I blushed and looked about anxiously -- if
any of my friends or acquaintances were near, they
would....well, what would they do or say?  They might
find it exciting, actually. Still, I was shamefully
uneasy about public displays and glad to be heading
back to the apartment.

On the walk back I sighed with relief: I could finally
acknowledge to myself just how much I disliked men
sexually, just how much I had fought against my true
desires, and what a toll that battle had taken over
the years.

It was nearing 4 o'clock when we returned and Melissa
instructed me to bathe and scent myself in preparation
for the evening's activities.

"Great!" I said.

"Get down on your knees, cunt," she replied fiercely.
"You did NOT have my permission to speak!"

I obeyed immediately, gazing upwards into her
beautiful eyes.

She spoke sharply and rapidly:

"Go into the bedroom when I tell you and strip.  I
want you to take a long warm bath.  Give yourself a
thorough and deep cleaning, if you know what I mean.
Make sure your pussy is as smooth as glass.  And don't
touch yourself unnecessarily, understand?"

I nodded.

She reached out with her hand and caressed my cheek
and this sent a thrill through me.  Then she suddenly
and with shocking force slapped the side of my mouth.

"You've got a lot to learn, you little slutty bitch."

She slapped me on the other side with her backhand and
all I could think of was wanting to kiss her fingers.

"When you get out of the bath you'll find your outfit
for tonight on the bed."

She lifted me to my feet by my hair and ushered me to
the bedroom door.

"Finish dressing and be ready by 6 o'clock sharp."

She turned to go into a room adjoining the kitchen,
but hesitated, and said very slowly and clearly:

"Remember: mystery, anticipation, patience, variety,
and fear."

As I closed the door I mulled these 5 mantric words
over in my mind and was beginning to feel a little
more uneasy and anxious.  The slaps frightened me, but
I confess they also thrilled and added yet another
unanticipated edge.

I took my time in the bath, soaking luxuriantly in the
warm fragrant water.  I used the washcloth carefully,
sparingly, poking it around my anal sphincter just in
case my virgin ass would be given attention tonight.
It was very tight and I'd never had the guts to play
with it, let alone have another human being touch me
there.

I shaved and oiled my pussy and scented myself
delicately.  After I toweled and dried off I stepped
over to the bed where my clothing had been put out,
surreptitiously I suppose, while I bathed: a silky
black thong, a white cotton halter top that barely
covered my breasts, and of course my high-heeled
maryjanes.

At 5 minutes before 6, trembling with inchoate
sensation, I knocked sheepishly on the door. Melissa
opened it and greeted me.  She was ravishing in a
tight-fitting sheer silvery body-stocking that stopped
inches below her clearly visible pussy. She wore
elegant black heels, and a red choker around her neck.
 Her exposed arms were tan, toned, sensually muscular,
strong and so kissable.

But I gasped with astonishment when I caught a glimpse
of Jennifer in the middle of the living room.  She had
on an incredibly sexy leather corset, a studded black
leather choker, thigh-high patent-leather boots with
stiletto heels, and her red hair hung long and loosely
upon her shoulders.  Her breasts and cunt were totally
exposed.  She held a riding crop in her right hand.

I simply gasped.

"Melissa," she said, "our little slut looks rather
drab, don't you think?  I believe she needs some
sparkle."

Melissa silently went to a table and produced a pair
of exquisitely wrought silver-linked clamps.  Jennifer
lifted my halter top (not that there was much to
lift!) and Melissa fastened the clamps to my already
swollen and hard nipples, tightening them until she
saw me involuntarily wince.  My cunt became wet
instantaneously.  She pulled on the chain and I moved
forward: she was able to lead me by my nipples.

"Not bad for starters, dear, but there's still
something missing."

Melissa returned with a small set of different but
beautiful silver items: clips connected by a 3inch
gossamer chain.  She smiled wickedly as she knelt
before my pussy, slid my thong down to my ankles, and
attached each clip to the outer lips of my dripping
cunt.  I almost sank to my knees out of sheer arousal.
 But she wasn't finished yet.  She connected the
chains of the nipple clamps to that of the cunt clips
by a glittering  and finely wrought sequence of linked
ringlets that could be adjusted for length.  She
shortened it until my cunt lips were stretched
slightly up, and my nipples slightly down.

"Raise your arms, bitch!" Jennifer commanded.

I obeyed and as I did so the intensity of the pinching
of the clips and clamps increased.

"Arch your back for us, slut."

My god -- my nipples and cunt burned as I stretched
myself and the long chain down my middle became as
taut as a bowstring.  I nearly cried out to ask for
relief.

"I think she likes it, don't you Melissa?"

"Oh, I think she loves her new jewelry -- it's so
becoming a submissive slut."

"Look at yourself, bitch," commanded Jennifer.

I turned to the full-length mirror near the
entranceway to the apartment and saw a dazzling silver
pendant connecting bright points beneath my halter and
thong.  The constant tingling sharp pressure quickened
my breath.  In my high-heeled maryjanes I looked like
a lewd perverted schoolgirl gone awry.

Melissa tugged at the central chain and led me over to
the sofa: I was actually being pulled by my nipples
and pussy!  She positioned me an arm's length away,
then bent me over so that my hands rested on the top
of the sofa's back. My head was down, my feet were
spread as far apart as they could go and my lovely
untested ass was thrust high and invitingly into the
air.   My breasts and their chains dangled helplessly.

Jennifer approached me from the side and flicked her
crop underneath me across my breasts, teasingly, then
pulled downwards with it on the chain, sending a
painful shudder from nipples to cunt as my erotic
tissue was stretched to breaking point.

"Melissa," said Jennifer, "I think we can make use of
the slut's dress."

Melissa left and returned with the dozen strips of my
once-beautiful and very expensive dress, the dress I
so carefully chose for my adventure.  She took half a
dozen of the strips, twisted them together and knotted
both ends leaving a spray of strips longer at one end.
 I watched as my dress was transformed into an
instrument of punishment.  She held her handiwork at
both ends and pulled it through my mouth.

"Get it good and wet, cunt, soak it through with your
spit."

Jennifer held my head up as I saturated the pleasure
tool until it was smooth and very slick, wet and
heavy, and I shuddered with delicious delight at how
it might be used.

"You want it, don't you?"

"Yes," I cried out -- but too late to prevent an
infringement of the rules!

Thwack!  The whip came down hard on my left buttock,
stinging me madly but filling me with a newer and
stranger desire.  I loved the way it seared and hurt,
sending shocks from the surface of my skin into my
core.  My tender flesh had never been treated like
this!

"You still haven't learned, have you?" cried Jennifer,
pulling my head back by the hair.

She slapped my mouth hard with her hand once, twice,
three times, and spat in my face.  How I loved the
taste of her spit!  She instructed Melissa to remove
the thong and then pulled it through my mouth,
knotting it behind my head to gag me.  The smell and
taste of my own pussy drove me wilder with passion,
but I began to tremble too with fear.  Would this be
too much for me to handle?  What were these bitches
capable of?

"This should quiet her down a little," Jennifer said
to Melissa; then to me: "Didn't you say in your cute
little ad you wanted to be trained?"

I nodded rapidly.

"Now, again if you please: you want it, don't you?"

I nodded assent.

"I thought so."

Melissa "dressed me down" I suppose: she brought the
dress-whip savagely across my right buttock and my
body shuddered. She repeated the blow and I grunted
and moaned, ensnared in unknown mixtures of pain and
pleasure.  My lovely ass was burning, burning, while
Jennifer relentlessly continued to ply the pendant
with her crop.

I felt a sharpness and tingling in all of my private
parts, and all along my body's surface.  The whip came
down across the back of my exposed cunt and sent
shocks to the chains that tugged on my nipples. Juice
from my pussy began to streak along my thighs.

Melissa stopped after 7 strokes.  My breathing was
heavy.

"Do you want more, cunt?" asked Jennifer.

I submitted.

"Only under one condition: no coming without
permission," she asserted. "You must cultivate
patience."

What an anguishing demand... but how could I not agree
to it?

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! My ass, my pussy, my thighs,
my back --all were stroked mercilessly by the stinging
wet makeshift whip.  Melissa paused only to moisten it
further with her mouth to enhance its effect.  Another
blow landed squarely between the cheeks of my ass,
searing my anus and pussy simultaneously and I
buckled: it was all too new, too wonderful, too
delicious and I was either going to come or faint or
both.

But Melissa didn't continue, wishing to prolong my
agony. Jennifer removed the thong from my mouth and
kissed me full and long.

"Let's bring her to bed, shall we?."

Melissa lifted me up and removed my halter top.  I was
now completely naked except for my heels and
'jewelry'.  In the distant mirror I could see how red
my ass was, and on my back and thighs too were streaks
of redness, visible marks of my delectably degrading
submission.

Once again fear seized me.  Should I stop this now,
this marvelous frightening debauchery, before things
really got out of hand?

Once in the bedroom they stood me before the large
mirror.  What a sight I was ... so slutfully consumed
by pure lust, unable to do anything but my mistresses'
bidding.  I imagined that I had never looked so
beautiful, so inviting, never in my life, glowing as I
was with sensual fire.

"Before we go any further, cunt, I have something for
you to do."

Jennifer brought forth a minicam and instructed me to
look straight into the lens at her signal, and to give
my name, address, place of employment and
self-description.

"We want it for our archives, for the future, just in
case...".

In case of what?  It was now or never.  I could end
this madness if I chose ....

"Speak," Jennifer commanded.

I found myself dreamily surrendering.

"My name is Alessandra Tamino, my address is 1835
Chestnut Street, I work for Peabody Trust."

"And what are you?" she asked.

"I'm a degenerate submissive cunt-worshipping lesbian
dream-slut who will do anything my mistresses demand."

"Very good my little bitch!  That's exactly what you
are," Jennifer continued, still running the camera.

"But you're also rather naughty too, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am terribly naughty: sometimes I forget the
rules and I deserve to be punished."

"Yes," said Jennifer languorously as she gazed at my
willing flesh; I felt the heat of her desire for me
and it gave me strength.  She turned the camera off.

"Now, on your knees -- Melissa deserves to be thanked
for her work out there."

Jennifer pushed my shoulders down roughly as Melissa
lay back on the bed, in the same position I had been
when she licked me so tenderly and briefly in the
afternoon.  She lifted her stocking-skirt and I was
frenzied with lust at the sight of her mesmerizing
cunt.  My hands were free so I took advantage and
pinched her cunt lips and stretched them as widely as
possible before plunging my tongue into the midst of
her tender pink.  She screamed and writhed as I lapped
 her incessantly, pressing upon her mound.  I moved my
rigid tongue in and out of her cunt, and then I
flicked it sideways.  I took her tender and swollen
clit between my teeth and sucked and tongued it
simultaneously while she screamed, making her shudder
in waves.

I had waited so long to taste her properly and now her
essence coated my face, fingers, mouth, tongue and
throat.  She cried and bucked herself into sweet
exhaustion.

I felt absolutely wonderfully alive and empowered,
slut that I was, having eaten out this gorgeous blonde
maybe in a way she had never been pleasured before.
Melissa's and Jennifer's desire for me was palpable
and I rejoiced in it.

At that moment, however, Jennifer slyly murmured: "Did
you have permission to make her come?"

Another 'rule'? Where did this come from? Too
delirious to protest, I merely shook my head. I was
still swimming in the intoxicating tastes and smells
of Melissa's sweet pussy, the pussy I had yearned for
all day.

"What an stubbornly naughty slut you are," said
Jennifer icily.

Oh my.... I needed to come so badly I couldn't contain
myself. The sight of Jennifer's towering and taut and
sexy figure drove me to distraction: I would do
whatever she asked, gladly licking her ass again,
happily bringing her to her knees with my mouth and
tongue if she'd let me.

"You know," Jennifer said, "that dress of yours has
come in very handily."

She produced several more strips which she handed to
Melissa, motioning with her crop for me to get on the
bed.

"On your back, bitch, arms above your head" she
commanded.

The clamps and clips seared my pussy and breasts yet
again.  Melissa looped a strip around my wrists and
fastened it to a conveniently placed ringbolt in the
middle of the headboard.  She then ensnared each ankle
and lifted my legs apart, tying them to rings at
opposite sides of the bed's headboard, so that I was
helplessly spreadeagled, legs so wide apart I could
burst, ass and cunt raised, thoroughly open,
thoroughly vulnerable, totally exposed, and dying,
begging to be launched by the least wisp of a touch
into the orgasm that was building like an incipient
avalanche.  How I wish there had been a ceiling mirror
to reflect the depth of my capitulation, and to excite
me even further... How I wish I could have ravenously
devoured my own cunt!

I lay gaping on my mistresses' procrustean bed of
discipline, my hands and legs outstretched behind my
head.  Most of my weight rested from my head to my
upper back, leaving my innocent butt raised and
pointing straight upwards toward the ceiling.

My chest was heaving and my entire body gleamed with
sweat and was charged with unresolved tension.  My
face was barely a foot away from my pussy (so near but
yet so far!) whose unbearable yearning I could smell
so intensely.

I shouted in extreme frustration, knowingly,
helplessly breaking the rules:

"Please, please make me come, touch me, smack me, kiss
me, whip me, fuck me ... do anything you want with me
but make me come!"

Instead of a lash or a slap, Jennifer and Melissa
simply and coldly let me rage at the top of my lungs
until I had exhausted myself.  I began to hate them
for torturing me like this.

Jennifer smoothed the hair on my head and then without
a word of warning quickly unclamped my nipples and
labia, tossing my 'jewelry' aside.  The sensation of
blood rushing back into these tormented tissues was
excruciating and I screamed in pain.  My orgasmic
rumblings quieted and I was left sweating and panting.

What had I gotten myself into? What did these bitches
plan to do with me now?

Jennifer -- and even in my frustration I couldn't
suppress a pang of longing for this gorgeous
mysterious redhead -- placed the handle of her crop in
her mouth.

"Melissa, I want you to lick my little bitch's ass --
but ONLY her ass," she ordered.

Melissa smiled and set about slathering my anus with
her sweet tongue.  It brought a serene calm to me, so
good, so right.  Her tongue prodded my sphincter and
sent warm currents of a new kind of pleasure through
me.  She was very careful not to venture close to my
pussy, however, which ached for attention.

As Melissa ministered to my nether bud, Jennifer
offered the crop handle for me to suck.  The very end
of it was tapered, but it flared out into a series of
several rings which served as fingergrips.  The handle
was at least an inch in diameter and about 6 inches
long.

Melissa grew more aggressive, spreading my anal ring
and inserting her tongue into my nether hole as far as
it could go, managing to lick the walls of my canal.
It was so sweet!  I began to relax enough for Melissa
to use one finger, then two, churning, pressing and
pumping gently in my previously untouched regions.

The crop's grip glistened and I knew what was coming.
Jennifer brushed Melissa aside and knelt on the bed in
front of my openness. She took the handle of the crop
and pushed the first part past my sphincter causing me
to cry out. With each succeeding ring I gasped aloud.

Ever so slowly she brought the crop up and nearly out
again, before pushing it back.  The warmth of being
filled this way overshadowed all trepidation.
Jennifer's motion speeded up: she was fucking me,
fucking my ass, and now I became frenzied once more as
the pressure reached my vaginal walls from the inside.

"Yes, yes, fuck my ass, you bitch, fuck me, fuck my
ass, fuck me hard, harder!" I screamed.  Jennifer
complied, fucking me harder and harder, faster and
faster while Melissa spanked my ass cheeks.  But
somehow she also managed to add a tease because she
lifted the handle up to its very tip before plunging
it back into my thirsting ass.

Then she stopped abruptly, leaving me dangling again
on the edge and I was furious.

"What the fuck are you doing? Don't stop, PLEASE, fuck
me, I need to come so badly, I WANT TO COME!"

Jennifer ignored me while she pushed the handle into
my ass as far as it would go, maybe 6, maybe 7 inches;
the crop stood straight up.  Then she pulled it back
towards her and released it, making it quiver in my
hole and sending me into a new ecstasy from the
unexpected vibrations.  She pulled it further and
further,and from every conceivable direction, and the
force of release was incredible: pull, release,
quiver, pull, release, quiver, pull, release, quiver.
My orgasm coursed through me like a tidal wave and I
screamed and shook myself into utter exhaustion.

Jennifer removed the crop in one wickedly rapid stroke
which made me yelp, and then offered it to my mouth: I
took the handle and licked and sucked it ferociously.

Melissa unleashed my legs.  I was so tired, so tired,
and so satisfied ... much as I wished to pleasure my
mistress Jennifer out of gratitude, the urge to sleep
was too powerful and I succumbed immediately.

During the night I dreamed that Jennifer, in her anger
at my not ministering to her cunt had commanded
Melissa to pleasure her, and that she used her crop
mercilessly on Melissa's splendid ass and pussy until
both came and came and could come no longer.

(Hopefully to be continued if there is
interest....feel free to email me)