Date: Thu, 25 Sep 2003 14:52:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sandra <alessandratamino@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alessandra's Next Step: Part 2

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.....)