Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2003 15:38:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sandra <alessandratamino@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alessandra's Awakening: Part 7 (finale)

Alessandra's Awakening: Part 7 (Finale)

By

Alessandra Tamino
(alessandratamino@yahoo.com)

This is the concluding chapter to a
semiautobiographical account of an experience that
changed my life, introducing me to the marvelous
pleasures of lesbian love and discipline. Not for
minors or prudes! And I am in no way recommending
anyone to behave like these characters!
If you have liked this please email me with feedback;
perhaps I will have something more to write in the
future.  Otherwise please feel free to pass this story
on to anyone interested.  Thanks to all who took the
trouble to email their encouragement so far! And to my
two inspiring Mistresses....


I slipped into bed where Jennifer lay, excited by my
boldness with Melissa and apparently also very tired,
for the next thing I knew it was much brighter in the
room.  I snuggled up against the still-dozing
Mistress, in awe of her lean and tight body and
alluring red hair.  I very lightly brushed my lips
against the nape of her neck and ran my hand along her
knee: she didn't stir.

I grew bolder with each success, kissing her shoulder,
her ear, cupping her smooth firm breasts, pressing my
nipples and legs up against her flank, little by
little, until I was embracing her fully.  I plucked
her buds and her breathing became  more shallow and
she whispered from the depths of her pillows,
"Harder!" while placing a hand on mine and pressing it
against her breast.

I began to play more roughly and she obviously
responded with pleasure as I pinched and rolled her
nipples and the tender sides of her perfectly formed
breasts, then began to stretch each nipple away as far
as it would go before letting her breast snap it back.

"Harder, bitch!" she commanded in full voice.

So I squeezed and twisted her nipples with a growing
vengeance, hard as I could, and instead of inflicting
pain it created a dizzying stimulation accompanied by
sultry sighs.  Jennifer suddenly turned around and
mounted me, kissing  me warmly and deeply. I could
feel her mound's wetness on mine, I could feel her
nipples rubbing against my chest, and I ground upwards
and into her with my now-soaking pussy, but she
abruptly  pulled off.

"We've got to save something for later, little bitch,"
she said playfully.  And with that she headed for the
shower.

Melissa entered and tossed me my outfit for the day:
very skimpy black lace panties, a nearly sheer
matching camisole, and of course my high-heeled
maryjanes. I modeled them for myself in the large
bedside mirror and began to turn myself on by the
sheer exuberantly wicked sensuality of my image,
and I wondered how my mistresses would use their
lovely plaything, how they might surprise me....

It was past noon already and Melissa enlisted my help
in the kitchen while Jennifer dressed. A glass of
champagne and a toast rounded out our luncheon treat.

"To tonight!" said Melissa.

"To my two wonderful mistresses," said I, meeting her
eyes keenly.

"To teaching a submissive cunt her place," said
Jennifer.

We all three drank our glasses in a gulp.

"Let Jennifer see how enticing you are," suggested
Melissa.

So I rose and twirled for my mistress to admire my
clothes, such as they were.

"Ooooh, our slut looks quite delectable," she cooed,
"but I think we can enhance the effect.

Melissa retrieved a pair of chained wrist and ankle
restraints, along with a ringed leather collar.

"Turn around, cunt!" she ordered, and I obeyed without
hesitation. Were we going to start so soon?
She cuffed my hands behind my back in such a way that
my forearms were parallel to the ground and resting on
the shelf formed by my protruding buttocks.  I
couldn't lower my hands any further than my waist.
Then she snapped and locked a set of metal cuffs on my
ankles about my heels, connected by a thick chain only
10 inches in length.  I could barely walk a quarter
step at a time as a result.

"Now, on your knees," Melissa hissed.

I could tell she was rather incensed by my teasing
earlier in the morning, and perhaps a bit jealous of
my time with Jennifer in bed right afterwards.  I
repressed a smirk.  She deliberately moved her pussy
right in front of my face as she fastened and locked
the collar around my neck.  I greedily inhaled the
bitch's scent! It was great consolation to know how
much she lusted for her slave.

Jennifer then spoke up: "Much better, darling... and
she'll need some time to become accustomed to her new
accoutrements for tonight - time by herself, I think."

Jennifer turned to me and said severely: "Listen well,
whore, we have a full night ahead.  Your mistresses
will be away for a while.  In our absence you are
under no circumstances to attempt to pleasure
yourself, do you hear?"

"Yes, mistress," I replied meekly.

"Very good.  You wouldn't want to spoil the fun, would
you?"

"No, mistress,"

"Now, we wouldn't want you to feel too terribly alone,
so we're going to give you some company."

Jennifer pulled out a necklace of large black beads; I
had seen this kind of thing in the few porn videos I
had rented, but not quite this size. There were 7
beads on string  which ended in an eyelet.

Jennifer went to her kitchen cabinet and selected a
small bottle of Italian olive oil.

"Italian oil for our Italian bitch - a good
combination!"

My ass was already sore from last night and I didn't
know whether I could accommodate my gift.

Melissa pushed my head down to the floor and spread my
ass cheeks as Jennifer very slowly inserted the beads.
 As each one passed through my anal sphincter I
shuddered, and then when they had all managed to be
placed I could feel a lovely warmth within.  Jennifer
spanked my ass several times and I whimpered a little.

"Now, bitch, make yourself at home."

They exited and left me cuffed and kneeling on the
floor, and just as I was trying to raise myself to my
feet Melissa burst in.

"I've forgotten something important!" she exclaimed,
and after rummaging through a utility drawer she
approached me with two wooden clothespins, the kind
that clamp.  She roughly pulled each nipple and
applied the pincers, jiggling my breasts for effect.
They made me wince with pain and I was helpless to
remove them.

"What do you say?"

I was too preoccupied with my discomfort to respond
quickly enough, so she wrenched my hair and slapped
me.

"Did you forget your manners?"

"No, mistress, ...  I mean, yes, for a moment...."

She slapped me harshly again and yanked my hair. I
both hated and loved her at the same time, but I was
driven by a surging desire to serve her every whim, no
matter how capricious.

"Thank you, mistress."

"You're welcome."


I was alone kneeling on the floor, my hands bound
behind my back, my feet tethered together, my breasts
burning, my ass glowing, and I had no idea how long I
would have to endure such a state.  There was
something comforting, though, about anticipating my
mistresses' return and their attention. I shuffled
along the floor to the sofa and was then able to raise
myself on it.  My hands were useless, so I couldn't
even manage to get myself a glass of water, or to turn
on some music. Yet the silence and solitude seemed to
reinforce for me the beauty and totality of my
submission.  I lay dreamily on my side, my thoughts
awash in memories of my explosive transformation.

After what seemed an age Jennifer and Melissa finally
reentered carrying a shopping bag and some cartons of
Chinese takeout.

"Well, has our little slut behaved herself while we
were gone?" asked Jennifer.

"Yes, mistress."

"I'm glad to hear that.  You must be hungry too, I
suppose,"

"Yes, mistress, and thirsty."

Melissa was busy laying out the food on the plates in
the kitchen.

"Melissa, make sure our cunt has something to eat and
drink," she said casually.

Melissa smiled, and set down a bowl of water on the
floor near the table, along with a bowl of rice.  She
came to me and attached an elegant thin silver leash
to my collar, and after roughly yanking me off the
sofa led me to the kitchen. It was slow going for I
could only move each knee a few inches at a time, but
I finally reached my destination.

"What are you waiting for?" said Jennifer.

I lowered my head and began to lap the water
thirstily, then moved to the bowl of rice.  As
Jennifer and Melissa ate they would on occasion offer
me a morsel with their hands.  I guess they were
treating me as if I were a 'real' bitch.

"You know, Melissa, I've always wanted a lapdog.  Why
don't you bring her over to me on the couch?"

Melissa led me back, slowly of course, and I awkwardly
clambered up over my red-headed mistress's thighs.


Jennifer spanked me lightly a few times, and I lost
myself in the arousing pleasures of it.  She remarked
on how well I had healed from last night's "play" and
then she said very seriously that I could leave now if
I wished, but that in choosing to stay I would forsake
any further opportunity to exit.  It was an ultimatum:
and I became apprehensive. I felt a rush of anxiety
and intoxicating delight all at the same time.  I
really had no choice: it would be complete folly to
abandon the chance for what promised to be an even
more extraordinary experience.  In effect, I had
already chosen not to be able to choose....

She smacked my ass sharply and hard and I moaned.

"Well, slut, have you made your decision?" she
demanded.

I delayed a response because I wanted to feel her hand
on me again.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Then I nodded agreement.

"We have some things for you, so let's get going,"
said Jennifer. Melissa brought me to the floor and
unleashed me, instructing me to follow them into the
bedroom - at my own pace.

I had never imagined being in such a bizarre and
humiliating position, me on my knees with my hands
fastened behind my back shuffling to a den of further
degradation and pain and ... an eerie powerful
liberating kind of joy too.  Was it 'humiliating' or
was it a glorious abandonment to true humility and
trust? I was entering a new dimension of experience,
one that was far beyond the ken of anything I had
previously imagined....

It seemed as if it had taken me a full ten minutes to
make my way to where Melissa and Jennifer had
stationed themselves and their treasures, close to the
windows.  The bedroom was lit low and really very
beautifully, dramatically, as if a stage were being
set for a special performance.  I waited humbly before
them.

Melissa indicated that we would all be dressing up for
the occasion, so she removed my ankle cuffs, forced me
to my feet, slipped off my sexy panties and literally
ripped my flimsy camisole from my chest.  In one
dexterous motion she also removed the clothespins from
my nipples and I howled and fell back to my knees,
breathing rapidly.  My hands were still bound behind
me, and Melissa led me to a chair.

Jennifer meanwhile had begun to dress.  She had donned
high-heeled maryjanes like my own, along with a
collar.  She removed three thin leather belts and
buckled one around her middle: it hung like a holster
on her hips.

And that was it.  Melissa followed suit, and then both
repaired to the bathroom where they applied makeup.
Nakedness was the order of the day - or, I should say,
night.

Believe me, they were natural beauties and didn't need
makeup to enhance their looks, but I was floored when
I saw how devilishly alluring they appeared, eyeliner
and shadow and lips with the sheen of inviting color.

They applied their talents to my face as well, but
with more obvious dramatic flair. My lips became a
deep luscious red, and my green eyes were accentuated
to make me seem even more of a naughty vamp or vixen.
Melissa affixed the loose leather belt to my waist.

"Our little harlot is quite the enchanter, isn't she?"
remarked Jennifer.

My pussy and ass were both very wet.  Melissa set
about lighting a few candles for atmosphere, and then
brought out three more glasses of champagne for our
final toast.

"To a new world" said Melissa. Jennifer held my glass
and clinked it with hers and Melissa's and then poured
the champagne into my mouth.

I was heady and weak with strange sensations of
desire.  Yes, I was already in a new world.

They escorted me to the area between the large mirror
and the side of the bed, positioning me about a foot
away from the bed, which was about 7 or 8 feet from
the mirror on the wall.  Jennifer commanded me to turn
my feet out laterally, like a dancer (and I had
studied ballet in my teens, so I knew what to do).
She moved my legs fairly far apart, my knees slightly
bent.

The effect of my bound hands behind my back and
turned-out feet in their heels was to arch my back,
push my impertinent small breasts upwards and out, and
thrust very forward my pubis, exposing my cunt
maximally.  My arms had been bound now for hours, and
I was grateful when I felt Melissa move behind me for
support - and discipline, of course.

Melissa interposed her body between myself and the
edge of the bed and brought me back into her as far as
possible.  She placed each of her heeled feet in front
of mine to make sure they stayed splayed.  Her hands
were free to grasp my arms, my shoulders, my hair, to
cup my breasts, to pinch, to do pretty much anything
with me.  I hope I've described this clearly enough,
because it illustrates just how expert these devious
bitches were.

I could see myself with perfect clarity in the mirror
and at my first glimpse I sighed with fearful
humility.  I was completely at their mercy, the
proceedings would take their course, everything was
out of my hands now.

"We've been easy on you so far, dearie," said
Jennifer.

"Now we'll see how much of a cunt-slave you really
are."

My lips parted involuntarily, I was speechless,
Melissa held me close to her body which gave me
strength, and I could already feel her cunt becoming
moist and hot on my ass which was still filled with
the large beads.  Jennifer too was quite aroused as
she removed her thin leather belt and readied to put
it into action.  She was careful to remain to my side
so the sight of my abject depravity was completely
unimpaired.

As Melissa had done before with my dress whip,
Jennifer drew the belt through my mouth for
moistening.

"Now, kiss it, slut," she commanded and of course I
did.

Her first few flicks across my middle were startling,
and I jerked back and into Melissa more out of reflex
than as a response to pain: they stung, but manageably
so.  But Jennifer increased her force and frequency
and I began to writhe and squirm and if Melissa's feet
and legs hadn't locked my own I would have buckled,
though I uttered nothing but a sigh.

Jennifer stopped and asked why I continued to be so
naughty.  I had no idea what she meant and started to
speak and a searing lash landed across my right thigh.

"Are you forgetting about the rules again, cunt?"
demanded Jennifer.

I shook my head, then nodded, then shook it again in
confusion.

"Let me be clear, then: you are not to speak unless
spoken to, and as for your flogging, I assumed you
knew to thank your mistress for each lash."

The idea of having to speak seemed almost beyond me,
but I nodded to assent.

She began again, with a blow on my left flank.

"Thank you, mistress." I said, but not before she had
begun another, and another and another until I was
mumbling incoherently, stung, dizzy, and confused.
But somehow I never looked or felt better, I thought,
as I gazed at my lascivious self.

"I'll take care of this, Jennifer," said Melissa, and
she pulled my head far back to kiss me.

"You'll have a larger field, darling," she told her
partner.

Jennifer could hardly contain herself, inflamed at
what she saw was a possibly deeper bond between myself
and Melissa, and by the prospect of taking possession
of me as my mistress, so she flicked and lashed me
everywhere with deadly accuracy (an expert, without
doubt), and I writhed and trembled and shook and lost
myself in Melissa's kisses.

The night before when my nipple and cunt clips were
removed the pain had brought my sensual excitement
down to curtail an orgasm; now, instead, the stinging
burn of the leather heightened my ever-growing
arousal.  Jennifer flogged me everywhere with her
perfectly chosen tool - a tool that didn't lacerate or
maul, but crackled and seared - everywhere except the
parts that now clamored for it most: my hairless
gaping pussy and my huge indurated nipples.

I was discovering more of that new world, a world in
which the distinctions between pain and pleasure had
dissolved and the bonds between mistress and slave
grew incorruptibly strong.  At that moment I knew
truly that both Jennifer and Melissa loved and needed
me as much as I loved and needed them.  And I yearned
desperately for my frustrated nipples and cunt to be
given their due.

Then Jennifer stopped and urged Melissa to lay me
backwards onto the bed, and to pull my legs out and
back and away.  Melissa complied while Jennifer
stepped over to a table and removed a candle.

I watched the redhead's face with utter gratitude and
fascination as she approached.  The first few drops of
hot wax landed on my pussy and I jumped and screamed
involuntarily.  Again the drops came and again I
screamed, as they were landing in my pink as well as
on the outside of my cunt's lips.

She paused and moved up to my oh so tender breasts and
nipples and sent me into screaming ecstasy while
Melissa held me down by the shoulders.  I could smell
Melissa's pussy and wanted it desperately and I arched
my head back trying for it, and the hot wax came down
on my cunt again and I writhed and groaned.

Melissa kindly settled her effusively dripping cunt
onto my face and I worked my mouth and tongue wildly
inside her, only dimly hearing Jennifer mention
something about cleaning, before feeling again the
lash of the belt, so hard and so delicious, now on my
wax encrusted nipples and breasts, now on my
wax-coated hairless cunt.

"We must" - thwack! - "clean" - thwack! - "every bit"
- thwack! - "of wax" - thwack! thwack!  thwack!

She must have taken an extraordinarily expert aim, for
she cracked the tip of the belt right into the
gleaming slit of my tender pussy and I saw stars as I
came and came and came, my screams muffled by
Melissa's cunt and ass, my whole body trembling....
And then Melissa came with me, my lover! and she
squirmed on my face and stretched herself to soothe my
whipped cunt with her lips and tongue.

We lay like this for a minute or two, before Jennifer
roughly yanked Melissa's head away.

"We're not through with the bitch yet.  Leave her to
me and undo her hands now, yes,  YOU Melissa, do as I
say!."

Melissa uncuffed me.  After hours of having my hands
bound behind me, I celebrated my new 'freedom' by
caressing Melissa's most lovely ass and thighs as she
pulled my arms back over my head and knelt above me,
her back to the mirror.

What more could they have in store for me.  I was
spent, but I was also still so electrified, and hungry
to take advantage of every remaining minute as our
time wound down, hungry to be used and abused even
more keenly.

I had an inkling, an idea, half-formed, of
something.....I madly wanted to be fucked, fucked hard
and full and relentlessly, and I knew they knew it and
was afraid they would deprive me of this last
magnificent pleasure.

"Now, Melissa, let me see your 'lover' lick your ass."

Melissa held my outstretched hands in hers as she
lowered herself onto my face.  I was flushed with a
new ardor and I licked the crack of her butt
furiously, kissed her anus, probed her canal with my
tongue, sucked on her anal lips hungrily: I simply
couldn't get enough of her and I found myself kindling
with resurgent lust.  She loved it, and I knew she
loved me, her ass-licking possession.

"Now turn around, Melissa," demanded Jennifer.

My lover lifted herself off me and did as asked.

"Hold her her legs back again, spread them wide for
her treat."

Melissa did so, kneeling above my head, and Jennifer
began to probe my cunt with her hand, her small fine
elegant hand with its long fingers.  With deliberation
she stroked and caressed my pussy inside, one, two
fingers, three, four.... And I could see her reach
over with her left hand to squeeze the knuckles of her
right as she slowly eased her entire hand up to her
narrow wrist into me.

I thought I would burst: I had never been stretched or
filled so fully in my life, and once Jennifer's
knuckles had penetrated she splayed the fingers of her
hand inside me causing a convulsion I can't describe.
In, turn, splay, in, turn, splay, in, turn, splay.... I
was jelly, bucking, moaning and screaming, "Fuck me,
mistress, fist me, harder you bitch, I love you, I
love your fucking fist inside me, oh YESSSS!...."

My ass was high above the bed as it bucked
rhythmically but uncontrollably up, and the new
dimension I had entered became indescribably richer
and more colorful and vibrant.

She withdrew, finally, after I was spent, and allowed
me to recover, and knelt before me to kiss her slave's
cunt. I was sweating and breathing heavily.  Melissa
meanwhile stole behind her, placing her hands on her
shoulders as she licked me.  She then unexpectedly
grabbed a fistful of Jennifer's red mane and lifted
her to her feet, and with unsuspected strength threw
her onto the bed.

"Alessandra, my dear," said Melissa, "I need your
help."

"Yes, of course, mistress" I obediently replied.

"Cuff her hands to the ringbolt, as you were last
night, then remove her belt."

The once magisterial Jennifer now appeared chastened,
meek, willing, utterly obedient.

When I had finished, I helped Melissa to tie
Jennifer's beautiful long legs to the ringbolts at the
sides of the headboard, just like me, using the thin
leather belts, the instrument that had left its
indelible marks over my tender body.

I had no idea of the time, except that I knew it was
late and I would be leaving soon.  Melissa then
beckoned for me to minister to Jennifer's open and
frantically aroused pussy, so I buried my head between
her legs.

"But don't let her come, my dear" Melissa warned.

I teased Jennifer mercilessly, enjoying every second
of it, bringing her to the verge and back again,
leaving her angrily unsatisfied. As I worked, Melissa
came up to me from behind and in one motion removed
the anal beads: I cried out, panting, and turned
around to watch her lick and suck each bead lustfully
with her mouth, gazing alternately at me and at
Jennifer.

She led me out of the bedroom and into their living
space, leaving a frustrated Jennifer bound and
helpless.  Melissa took me in her arms and kissed me
like a lover and I dropped to my knees but she pulled
me up and kissed me again.

She presented me with a box, a parting gift, in which
were my silver nipple clamps and cunt clips, and a
mini-videocassette.  She also threw me a raincoat and
my car keys.

Once more she kissed me and told me what a marvelous
slut and cunt and slave I was, warned me to remember
that I was hers whenever, if ever, she called, before
ending our unforgettable adventure with the words:

"Now, I have some unfinished business to tend to."

I drove home in a deep haze of ultimate satisfaction
and aliveness, my humdrum life altered immeasurably.
As I coasted past the lesbian bar I saw two rough but
pretty dykes leave with their prey, a delicate
feminine young thing, between their linked arms, and I
smiled: if she were going to be treated to one-tenth
of what I had, she'd soon be in heaven indeed.

"Take good care of her, bitches," I yelled as I sped
away.


(Thanks to all who took the time to encourage me with
feedback!  I may have another story to tell someday....)