Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2003 05:24:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sandra <tamassandra@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alessandra's Last Stand

Alessandra's Last Stand

by

Alessandra Tamino


Disclaimer: This is a fictionalized account of an
unforgettableexperience.  Not for minors or anyone
repulsed by graphic depictions of lesbian sexual
interaction.

Themes of domination, submission and arousal.

Comments: tamassandra@yahoo.com


After Sara had returned to college, my life again
became routine.  I was rather happy alone, living as I
did on the memories of the summer, and fully committed
to my work which had become a great source of
satisfaction.  Then surprisingly, while interviewing a
potential donor to our arts program, I fell in love.
Melanie was ten years older than I, a successful
pathologist and lover of things musical, and as we
talked about her interests, which coincided so
strongly with mine, I allowed myself to luxuriate in a
woman who was beautiful both physically and mentally.

To my delight I discovered not only that she had no
time for men (well, that was pretty evident at the
outset), but that she was completely unattached: no
recent lurking love affairs poised to become a sudden
obstruction.  Melanie had long smooth red hair, a
freckled face with full sensual lips, a small and
finely chiseled nose, strong chin and intelligent
green eyes. She was about 5'5" tall and as thin and
lithe as a dancer, with small breasts like mine and a
lovely ass. After I had finished my third visit and
secured a substantial grant, we dined and during
dinner she straightforwardly invited me to her home.

"If you're as excited about me as I am about you," she
said honestly, "we should see whether we're sexually
compatible."

We were, and very sweetly so.  In six months I had
moved in and was enjoying a period of stable loving
bliss I had never known before.  My 'dark period'
receded nearly into nothingness: the occasional
flicker of a memory of my degradations and their
attendant excitement was extinguished immediately.  I
felt like a loving and beloved woman who had met the
mate of her dreams, and Melanie felt the same, based
as our relationship was on an intense physical
attraction coupled by a sharing of fundamental
artistic interests.  Our souls were coupled and in our
bodily coupling I learned the joys of pleasing as
never before.  I made exquisite love to her and she to
me, inexhaustibly, and I marveled at its continuity,
as well as at my own erotic imagination.  Melanie
excited me tremendously and to my relief there was no
hint of anything perverse about her.

But one Fall Saturday, as we were sharing a coffee, a
stunning hard woman entered the cafe: Melissa!  I
gulped as she gazed frankly at me and made her way
unbidden to our table.

"Hello, slut," she said casually as I flushed crimson
with shame.  Then turning to Melanie she introduced
herself as my Mistress.

"Didn't my slut tell you about us?"

Melanie rose in protest but Melissa nudged her back in
her seat, and whispered to her:

"Ask her, dearie, you'll be in for a few surprises."

She turned her back on us, went to the counter to
place an order. From time to time she directed a
lascivious smile our way -- my way, that is -- and I
was disturbed by how stunningly alluring she was, and
how wet my cunt had become in response.

Melanie was justifiably angry, but courteously spared
me an inquisition.  I was shaken, excited, confused
... and very worried.  Had Melissa so much as touched
me on the shoulder I would have followed her, so sick
were my longings.  Melissa had the nerve to drop her
card on our table as she sauntered out, and Melanie
snatched it up angrily: it merely had her name and
phone number, along with a small but suggestive icon
of handcuffs.

When we returned home I pleaded with Melanie to hear
me out and I recounted everything and everyone:
Jennifer, Melissa, Joann, Claire, Lyn, Sara.  I
confessed to impulses I feared I would never be able
to control without her help, told her plainly how much
I had cherished what we had built, begged her to save
me from myself.

"What do you want from me, sweet Sandra, what more can
I give you?" she asked plaintively.

I bowed my head.

"I don't know, I don't know," I said.

"Yes you do.... you want Her, don't you?" she replied.

"No! No, please don't even suggest such a thing!
You're all I want, Melanie, please!"

Melanie rose and turned her back to gaze out the
window.

"No-one can be everything."

She turned back towards me.

"Do you want me to punish you, Sandra?"

My spine started to tingle at the thought.

"Why, y-yess, I deserve it, don't I, for not telling
you about my past?"

"I don't know what you deserve, but if you think I'm
going to abuse you, forget it, forget me, just leave."

I started to cry.  Had my secret desires infiltrated
my happiness yet again and demolished all that I held
dear so quickly?

"I'd love to slap your face, but I just can't.  I love
you too much."

Melanie embraced me and as she folded me into her
forgiving arms I sobbed with remorse.

We woke somberly Sunday morning. Melanie was pensive
as we breakfasted.

"You know, Sandra, in a way I think you're right, I
think that you do need to be punished."

"Anything for you, my love, anything," I replied,
eager to atone.

"But perhaps not the way you imagine," she said
mysteriously.

"What's the last thing you'd want right now?" she
inquired of me.

"That's easy, the last thing I'd ever want is to hurt
you or see you get hurt!" I exclaimed.

She kissed me.  "Good, darling."

We ran our separate errands that afternoon, planning
to  share a simple dinner and video in the evening.  I
entered our home laden with groceries and set them out
on the kitchen counter.  As I moved into the living
room to call for Melanie I stopped dead in my tracks.
Melissa was lounging on the sofa -- our sofa -- in a
tight leather corset and thigh-high high-heeled
leather boots.  Her nipples were exposed, as was her
hairless cunt.  Melissa's red hair and hazel eyes
struck confusion in me by their resemblance to
Melanie's: it was as if Melanie's dark double had
materialized.

"You're a little late, aren't you slut?"

I girded myself, amassing my fury.

"Fuck you, Melissa.  How the hell did you get in here,
anyway?" I shouted.

Melissa smiled.

"Ask your bitch," she said, nodding towards the
bedroom.

"Oh, I forgot," she added, "she might be a little
tongue-tied at the moment."

I stormed into our bedroom.  My beautiful Melanie was
face down on our bed, each limb tied to a corner post.
 My red silk scarf was wound around her head and
through her mouth as a gag.  Her long red hair was
bound in a pony tail.  Several stripes colored her
back and ass.

"She likes it more than you, slut.  Now get those
fucking clothes off before I have to rip them off you
myself."

I stripped quickly, my heart pounding.  Before I knew
it she had cuffed my feet together, and then my hands.
 Then she clamped both nipples.  I sighed
languorously.  But this time she was really ingenious:
she attached my handcuffs to the chain that connected
the nipple clamps, so to avoid excruciating pain I
needed to keep my arms above my navel, otherwise the
pull on my breasts was unbearable. She positioned me
at the foot of the bed looming over Melanie's
beautiful bound body.

Melissa had retrieved a riding crop and thrust the end
in my mouth to kiss and moisten.  She brought it down
hard on Melanie's ass and I watched as Melanie's flesh
rippled reflexively in response.  Again, and again
Melanie shuddered. Again, and she groaned.

Melissa pulled her sharply by her hair, straining her
head.

"Your slut is watching, Melanie."

She lashed her again and Melanie began to squirm.

"Melissa, please..." I interjected, but the crop
snapped against my mouth! I quieted quickly as my
lower lip began to swell.

Melissa lashed Melanie at will.  I wanted somehow to
stop it, to stop her, but I marveled at the spectacle
of my beloved under the control of the domineering and
cool and elegantly beautiful Melissa.  Then Melissa,
as if out of whim, stopped.  She unfastened Melanie's
hands and bound them together, reattaching them to the
middle of the headboard.  She unbound her legs, turned
Melanie over and rebound her legs to the posts so that
she was now on her back, her hands over her head, her
legs spread wantonly.  To my dismay and excitement her
pussy was obviously wet.

Melissa laid aside the crop and proceeded to make love
to my lover: she kissed and stroked her breasts,
licked her navel, her stomach, her thighs. This was
worse than anything and incited my jealousy immensely.
She affixed a set of nipple clamps to Melanie's firm
breasts and offered to remove the gag.

"You must remain silent, understand?" she instructed
my -- her -- lover.  Melanie nodded and the gag was
untied.  Then Melissa positioned herself above
Melanie in a 69.  She tenderly began to lick Melanie's
hot cunt in front of my helpless eyes, but she held
her own pussy a foot above Melanie's mouth.  Melanie
became more and more aroused, as I sorrowfully
observed, and when she began to arch her head towards
Melissa's cunt I felt an ache.  Melissa lifted her
face to provoke me with a satisfied smile as she
lowered her pussy onto Melanie's ravenous mouth.  My
arms were heavy from my having to hold them up, and
they began to inch imperceptibly lower, tugging on
my nipples fiercely, burningly.  I witnessed both
Melissa and Melanie come together as I nearly pitched
forward.

Everything about me was shattering.  My sweet
wholesome lover had given in to a disciplinarian cunt,
my own submissive desires had been reawakened, and the
dangerous Melissa had come into my life once more.

Melissa righted me and mercifully removed the chain
that linked my cuffs to the nipple clamps, then my
cuffs, which she quickly reattached as she brought my
hands behind my back.  She removed my legs' bindings
and had me straddle Melanie on the bed, my breasts
facing the headboard.  She allowed my pussy to settle
on Melanie's familiar lips, but she cleverly fastened
my cuffs to Melanie's nipple chain with little slack.
If I raised myself as much as an inch, or even bent
forward, I would cause my lover exquisite pain, which
I could gauge from Melanie's anguished muffled cries.

The crop came out again, first lightly on my back,
then with greater vigor there and on my buttocks.  I
gasped and lurched in response, each time hearing
Melanie's sharp cry of pain.

"Stay still," she commanded, "you're hurting your
bitch."

But I couldn't, and gradually I entered that far-away
realm of delirious pleasure/pain despite Melanie's
sobs. With each stroke and shudder I had received the
inimitable thrill of pain-intensified pleasure. But
what about my lover?  It seemed so much more hurtful
to her, and yet despite her cries and groans she had
licked my sopping cunt with ever more relish, or so it
seemed.   I came as I ground my cunt on Melanie's
face, each twitch and shudder pulling fiercely on her
nipples and eliciting moans and cries.  When we were
finally disengaged and I was permitted to dismount I
gazed at her face: she looked as I had never seen her,
wickedly lascivious and yearning for more.

Melissa unbound my hands and gave me her crop.

"Aim for the tender parts, my slut."

I hesitated until Melanie added:

"Do it, Sandra, this is part of your penance."

I brought the crop's tip down on her already tender
and clamped nipple, and Melanie arched upward towards
the
ceiling and screamed.

Melissa prodded me and I continued.  Melanie shrieked
and twisted and began to perspire.

"Harder, you fucking bitch!" commanded Melissa, her
hand on my hair.

I complied, now alternating my strokes between her
breasts and her gaping moist cunt.  I paused now and
again to let her lick and soak the crop tip.  Then
just as Melanie was on the verge of coming yet again,
after a sharp blow to her deliciously swollen pussy,
Melissa
pulled me away and thrust me to my knees.

"Now lick your lover's pussy," she said.

I hesitated not a moment, but lifted my head up to
Melissa's sweet cunt while Melanie watched.

"Now you can see the kind of slut she is, and whose,"
said Melissa to Melanie.

She wrenched my head away and slapped my mouth.  I
kissed her hand, thrilled at my depravity and the sure
domineering touch of Melissa.

"Thank you, Mistress, may I have another?" I aaked
meekly.

"Yes you may, slut," Melissa replied, and she slapped
me thrice and thrice I kissed and thanked her and
thrilled.

She moved to Melanie and spat in her face.

"This is what you get for trying to take a slut who is
mine."

She roughly detached Melanie from the bed before
cuffing each hand to a foot, separately, and dragging
her to the floor.  My beautiful lover, her gorgeous
body gleaming, was helpless as Melissa collared and
leashed me and guided me to the sofa, where I knelt
before her.

I took her heel in my mouth, coating it with my
spittle.  I used my free hands to caress her
boot-covered calves as I licked and kissed her clad
feet.  Melissa spread her legs to show me her rosebud
and peerless cunt, which gave off a divine aroma.

I drew my tongue along her slit
and into her ass and she pulled me rhythmically
against her.  I slid two fingers into her nether
channel as I tended her magnificent gem of a pussy,
nibbling and teasing, biting her cunt lips and shaking
my head as I sucked.  This was my way of controlling
the bitch and I reveled in it knowing the treatment
I was eventually sure to receive as thanks.

Melissa started to give way and softly moan.  I used
my fingers vigorously in her ass and I sucked more
fervently and I was in a heavenly hell knowing all the
while that Melanie was witness to my betrayal.  She
deserved
as much: after all, it was she who must have phoned
my Mistress, she who so willingly strained to lick
her cunt, she who had become so wet with lust as she
was tied and whipped, she who had betrayed me...

And this was who I was, a slut, a whore, a completely
degraded bitch doing her true Mistress' bidding,
loving
it all with fierce abandon.

Melissa came copiously, bucking and screaming:

"Yes, you're my slut, OOOH, YESSSS YOU BITCH,
drink my cum, OOOOOH, YOU FUCKING WHORE, YESSS!"

This was music of the highest order to my ears.

After she had settled down, her breathing now regular,
she led me by the leash to Melanie who was commanded to
lick , to clean Melissa'sjuices from her dishonest
lover's face.

She seemed toenjoy it, I noted.  Melissa thrust
Melanie's mouth onto my hungry pussy, and while I
enjoyed the first fruits of Melanie's meek compliance,
Melissa donned a strap-on and began to fuck Melanie
harshly, pulling sharply on her long red pony tail
while I held her head firmly in my crotch to keep her
lips pressed to my trembling cunt, forcing them down
also to my needy yearning ass.  I enjoyed the spectacle
of my all-American lover as she spasmed in submission
to her dark double and her younger lover
simultaneously.

I grew bold: "Tongue my ass, Melanie, you bitch!"

Melissa smiled as my lover-turned-slave obeyed.

"She learns quickly, doesn't she?" she noted,
fucking her ever harder as Melanie grew wilder.

Melanie and I finally came, yet again, screaming
savagely until utterly spent.  Melanie lay on her side,
so lovely and desirable, despite the awkward contortion
caused by the cuffing of hands to feet.  She kissed
Melissa's proferred instep.  Pleased, Melissa undid our
bonds, though she kept our nipples stinging from their
clamps.  We were both too exhausted to do anything but
lie quietly.  Yet the sight of Melissa's lovely exposed
nipples jutting out above her tight corset inflamed me,
and after begging permission I was granted the right to
taste and wet and suck them for my red-headed goddess.
She kissed me long and passionately in gratitude as
Melanie lay sullenly nearby.

Now I was happy, I had fulfilled my obligation to repay
my lover for my misdeeds, and was ready to resume a
life with Melanie which this brief interlude had just
made spicier.

Melissa threw on her overcoat, ready to leave, and
then ...

Then she grasped the leash, and though my hands and
feet were free and I could have fought her off, I knew
it was useless.  I bowed my head, leaving the sunshine
of Melanie's love for the Hades of Melissa's
instruction and my own irresistible depravity. I walked
naked and spellbound into the dark delectable
underworld from which I would never -- could never --
again return.

AT

Finis