Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2003 10:40:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sandra <alessandratamino@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alessandra's Conquest

Alessandra's Conquest

By

Alessandra Tamino
(alessandratamino@yahoo.com)

(Disclaimer:  Names have been changed to protect the
guilty! Not for minors, prudes or anyone repulsed by
frank descriptions of lesbian sexual experiences.

This is the latest in the series begun by Alessandra's
Awakening, but I think it can stand independently,
even though I advise readers to check out the series
in its entirety.
Please email me with feedback!  Thanks to S. for her
most naughty inspiration!)


My deliciously exciting affair with Claire lasted 6
months: she was a master -- or should I say, Mistress --
at exploiting my unquenchable thirst for submission in
ever-startling and ever-consuming creative ways.  She
intoxicated me with her artistic domination and weekly
I prepared for novel delights in degradation -- not the
crude inelegant sort I had thrown myself into at the
club, but the succulent surrender to aesthetically
discriminating depravity.  When I came from Claire's
ministrations I didn't just `orgasm' -- I exploded.
And I'm happy to say that my slavery (and tongue!)
excited her to rather marvelous orgasmic heights as
well.

But she had to leave -- a great job beckoned on the
West Coast and I was too ensconced in my own career to
be able to follow, so we parted wistfully but amicably
in the Spring, nearly a year after my introduction to
the dark world of lesbian sadomasochistic love.

When summertime arrived work grew more demanding in
preparation for the Fall announcements of grants to
artists, so my firm typically engaged a number of
temps.  They assigned me one young college student for
the season: Sara.

I suspected she might be trouble.  She was only 19,
and although her face was plain, she just radiated
lithe sensuality.  Her long firm legs, pert buttocks,
full breasts and lovely tan held me spellbound during
our first meeting.  I was determined to observe all
proprieties at work, however, and would never dare to
risk anything stupid....  I had already taken the
precaution of `dating' a man -- a good-looking, virile
guy who conveniently happened to be secretly gay -- to
quash the rumors about me that had begun to circulate.
 Over time I appeared to have satisfied my bosses that
I was a healthily heterosexual all-American girl.  But
I had to be vigilant in the face of temptation.


Not that I should even presume to be able to attract a
tender young thing who most probably had her fill of
eager boyfriends, as most girls her age did.
Consequently my dealings with Sara were strictly
professional.

Sara was an ideal subordinate.  She carried out every
task cheerfully, never took offence when asked to
correct or revise or repeat something, and smiled
incessantly -- at me, at least.  Did I imagine she was
also flirtatious with her `boss'?  She seemed to have
no eyes at all for the men in the office, though they
clearly ogled her, and on the occasions when we had to
collaborate at close quarters on a memo or report I
noticed uneasily that her leg might lightly press
mine, her arm might graze my own, or her hand alight
on my shoulder sending thrills through my tingling
cunt and  my core.

Perhaps she had found me out and was simply teasing
me...  I grew more and more aroused but also more and
more angry.  The dormant domme in me was rearing her
head in my fantasy life as I imagined doing to this
tender teasing bitch the kinds of things Claire had so
remorselessly done to me: to whip and slap her, to
pinch her nipples until she cried out, to make her beg
for my hand or lash or fucking fingers.

By the third week of her employment I was, frankly, in
heat, pure and simple.  I attempted to minimize my
contact, but Sara always found a way to be `nice' --
she brought me coffee unbidden, she asked about plans
for lunch, was ever-ready to run errands.  In short, I
could find no quarrel whatsoever with her work or
attitude, except in provoking my lust.  On the Friday
of that week, a day when the office was allowed to
dress casually, Sara wore a linen summer dress that
revealed her breathtakingly athletic body (like me she
was 5'7", and lean and trim). A red bandanna circled
her neck: she looked divinely alluring and I squirmed
all day until it was time for her to leave.

I planned to work late to finish a project and cool
myself down, but Sara came into my office after the
others had gone and sweetly asked whether I wouldn't
mind joining her for a bite at a local café since her
friends were out of town and she was on her own.  I
was taken aback and before I knew it I found myself
agreeing. She wore no bra and the large nipples of her
beautifully shaped young breasts were clearly visible,
capturing my gaze.

"Well," said I to myself, "what harm can there be in
being social?"

Sara was delighted and we made our way to a quiet spot
within walking distance of both the office and my
apartment.  It was a cool summer night and the company
of this attractive girl 10 years my junior both
inflamed and disturbed me.  I resolved to keep things
strictly above board, however.  As we talked of little
things Sara's `plain' face grew more and more
appealing, more and more attractive.  Her lips were
full and sensual, her eyes dark and inviting.  The
light deft touches of her hands across the table
stoked my lustful fires into a blaze.

Not to be immodest, but I must have looked ravishing
to her in the chiaroscuro of the café: my mistresses
often commented on how beautiful I became when
aroused, and how aromatic too!  I fear that Sara
couldn't help but sense and smell my burgeoning
interest in her.  She became more radiant and animated
and I began to think of nothing but possessing her in
one form or other.  Our words were like a soft dreamy
soundtrack playing behind the action of mutual desire.

The waiter's sudden presence at our table jolted me
out of my reverie and before I knew it Sara had paid
the tab.  I protested vehemently but she didn't budge
and I playfully told her how naughty it was for her to
pull a trick like this.  She demurely replied that
perhaps she should be punished....

 I caught my breath and attempted to ignore the
implications of her remark: did she know what she was
doing to me?  As we moved out into the cool night air
I asked whether she would need to catch a cab or bus
home.  She seemed crestfallen and said no, maybe she'd
just go to the movies instead by herself, and thanked
me for my company and said she knew how busy I must be
and hurried off, almost in tears, I thought.  Before I
could help myself I cried out:

"Sara, wait...."  She turned.

"I have an idea -- why don't you come up to my flat for
a bit.  We could watch a video and I'll be happy to
drive you home after that: it's my way of repaying you
for the nice meal tonight."

She was all smiles.

When we entered my flat I felt an immense relief.  In
the privacy of my home, away from the prying eyes of
co-workers, I could do anything I wanted.  I could
explore the forbidden, I could have this tender
willing flesh do my bidding -- or not.  I was utterly
free to choose and the exhilaration of such freedom
made me dance with confidence.

I ushered Sara in and put down my things and went to
the kitchen to pour a little wine while she went to
the bathroom.  When she returned as I waited for her
with our glasses she was completely naked except for
the red bandanna and her heels.

I gasped in astonishment at both her beauty and
boldness:

"S-sara," I stammered.

"I'd love a glass of wine, Sandra," she coolly
replied.

I started towards her, mesmerized, but she sharply
interrupted:

"Get down on your fucking knees, you cunt."

I dropped immediately, a warm thrill coursing through
my body.

"Now crawl over to me and make sure you don't spill a
drop."

 I held the glasses aloft as I made my way over to her
near the sofa.  She looked like a goddess.  Her skin
was tanned, firm, her pussy hairless and oh so
tender-looking.  Sara took the glass from my right
hand and sipped it.

"You are very hot, Sandra, very very lovely," she
murmured, "but now I'm the boss."

"Yes, S-sara," I replied, shaking with anticipation.

She took the other glass and asked whether I'd like
some.  I began to reply but she flung the wine in my
face, pulled my head back sharply and slapped my mouth
hard.

"You do NOT have my permission to speak, slut!" she
directed.

I attempted to bow my head in submission but she
yanked it up and again slapped me hard, three times,
with her wine-soaked hand.

"You love it, bitch!"

I did.   She gave me her fingers to kiss and lick and
suck, silently.

"That's how you'll get your wine, sandraslut."

When I had finished licking her fingers clean she
unbuttoned my silk blouse and removed my bra, exposing
my small breasts with their large rock-hard nipples.

"I'm really going to enjoy playing with you, cunt,
getting back at you for all those stupid meaningless
make-work jobs you have me do at the office."

She pinched and pulled both nipples extremely hard and
I grimaced as my cunt involuntarily shuddered.  She
removed her bandanna and tied my hands forcefully
behind my back.  I was still kneeling, topless, in
front of this savage young goddess, my heart racing.
I hadn't been with anyone in so long, and I was
overcome by the yearning to give in to all my dark
dormant desires: I wanted to shout for Sara to use me
as she saw fit, but I held my tongue.

Sara poured another glass of wine for herself and
returned.  I was motionless.  She removed the belt
from my jeans and dipped the end of it into the
wineglass.

"Kiss it, bitch," she commanded as she offered it to
my lips.

I did as ordered, tasting the tang of leather.

The first blow landed on my navel and I gasped: it was
hard but delicious.

"If you make a sound, bitch, you'll pay for it," Sara
hissed.  I bit my lip.

The next lashes rained across my midriff, warm and
stinging.  Then she worked her way up my flanks, each
lash becoming harder than its predecessor.

"You like being whipped by your new boss?" she asked.
I nodded and she continued and I flinched and caught
my breath and winced and began to sweat as this cool
beautiful goddess for whose pussy I lusted thrashed me
brutally. I had never been subjected to a treatment of
this intensity.  The lashes hurt terribly but I loved
them.  Yet tears began to well in my eyes.

"Does it hurt, cunt?" Sara asked.

I nodded, still under the command to be silent.

"Good, they're supposed to," she responded
mercilessly.  LASH!

She now took aim at my chest and the flesh around my
small delicate breasts grew red and hot.  I writhed
involuntarily.

"Stay still, sandraslut."  Again she resumed her
whipping, stinging my tumescent nipples.  I thought I
would faint.

"Do you want me to stop, slut?" she inquired.

I nodded out of desperation and pain.

TWACK!  TWACK!  She lashed even harder.

Grabbing me by the hair she asked again:

"Do you want me to stop?"

I shook my head.

"That's better."  She now bent down to kiss my
nipples: how exquisite her soft mouth and tongue felt!
 But she quickly took aim at them again with the belt
tip.  My god, it was so wonderfully painful!  I was so
alive, so vibrant with sensation!  I lost count of her
strokes and finally couldn't suppress a howl as
pitched forward, panting heavily.

"I thought I told you to keep quiet, bitch!"

"I'm sorry, S-sara."

She smacked my face and scolded me once again for
speaking out of turn and spat on my face as well and
slapped me several times for good measure.  My skin
tingled and my pussy ached.  I longed to kiss her feet
in gratitude for ministering to my innermost desires.

"Open your mouth, you helpless little bitch."  I did
so and she spat in it at least half a dozen times,
following each by a slap across the mouth. My lips
were swollen puffy from her abuse.

Sara stepped back to survey her slave.  She brought
out of her purse a throwaway camera and took several
shots of me topless, kneeling, hands bound behind,
striped with her lashings.

"A little insurance, slut, something for your friends
at work to see if you get uppity."

I really should have known better.  All the
precautions I had taken were now for naught, and all
because I relented and allowed this beautiful young
bitch a kindness.  But in giving myself up to her, to
someone so young who had such control, I was in a
strange sort of heaven.

As she stood before me I took the risk of lowering my
head and kissing the tip of her left shoe.  I gazed up
and could fathom her own heat, so I continued, licking
and kissing her leather pump, moving my tongue along
the heel, placing my mouth over her exposed instep.  I
could feel Sara begin to quiver.  I moved to the other
foot and did the same and I began to smell the
perfumed lust from her cunt.

With my hands still bound behind my back I turned my
head sideways to lick the inside of her ankle and
calf.  I took my time for I could hear the soft moans
issue from her lips.  I brushed my own lips very very
tenderly on the outside of her magnificent thighs many
times before I went inwards.  Sara's eyes were sick
with desire.  She stepped backwards and spread herself
out on my sofa.

I moved in for the kill like a hungry and dangerous
tigress, but slowly and with careful deliberation.  I
wet the cleft between her thighs and pussy with my
tongue, then traced a circle around Sara's swollen
moist labia.  I let out a soft breath directly over
her open pinkness and Sara gasped.  I nudged the tip
of her clitoris with the very tip of my tongue and
Sara bucked, and then I slid my tongue all the way
down her slit to her nether rosebud as she groaned.

I pressed my tongue and mouth ever more forcefully
into her as I licked my way from top to bottom, bottom
to clit, ever more deeply engaging the delicate smooth
lips of her shaven cunt, ever more deeply penetrating
her savory rosebud and vaginal canal, ever more
quickly making the journey upwards and down, downwards
and up, until Sara clutched and pulled my hair with
fury while bringing my head hard against her shivering
tender flesh as she came in wave upon wave of
shrieking pleasure.

"Yes, you bitch," she shouted, "I'm cumming, oh you
slut Sandra, YESSSSSS!"

My face was covered with young Sara's copious cum and
she took it into her hands and kissed and licked it
clean and she pulled and bit my lips and kissed me
long and deep....
I myself was burning to come now.....

Sara then viciously pulled me to my feet by the hair
(how did she know what I lusted for so well?) and
ripped off my jeans and had me kneel on the sofa so
that my head was down in the fold between the back and
seat.  My cunt and ass were fully open, fully exposed,
and I could see my pink pussy clearly as it beckoned
to my new goddess.

Sara gingerly licked my cunt and I sighed, knowing
what would soon come.  Through my spread legs I saw
Sara step back and take the belt -- my belt! -- in hand
again.  She stroked my firm ass and I shook, then she
spat on my rosebud before lashing it with expert aim
and I screamed.

I sank into a delirium as the lashes grew harsher,
irregular and unpredictable in tempo, and closer to my
most tender parts.  Again my eyes filled with tears as
the belt tip stung my clitoris and the wet silky
tender giving lips of my throbbing pussy, and out of
sheer rebellious perversity I refused to come for my
Mistress  though she commanded me:

"Do it for me, bitch, come for your Sara!"

I heaved and panted but staved off the mounting
pressure as Sara lashed harder and harder. I was
resolved to beat her at her own game, even at the cost
of a pleasure I burned for.  I steeled myself against
the pleas of the whip, against the crying out of every
fiber of mine to give in and burst with release.

"Don't be naughty," she cried, whipping me again with
increasing savagery.

I was on the verge of swooning in capitulation when
the lashing suddenly ceased.  All was silent for 10 --
15 -- 20 seconds maybe, ... until finally I felt the
softest, most deliciously delicate mouth bestow a
much-needed kiss on my aching burning swollen yearning
voraciously insatiable cunt, and I collapsed
immediately into a phantasmorgasmic transport, moaning
and shaking and  thrashing about without control.
How amazing, how powerful it was, and how beautiful
was this new serene goddess!  I cried uncontrollably
with joy as Sara took me into her youthful arms and I
begged to lick her ass and cunt in thanks, to do
whatever she desired.

Eventually that night we both repaired to my bed,
naked, unbound and unbridled, to continue the
exploration of each other's sensual splendors: two
lovelies freed by an honest slavery to the depth of
their lesbian passions.

Oh what a summer it turned out to be!


(Thanks to all who took the trouble to email me with
encouragement.  A.T.)