Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2003 18:40:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sandra <alessandratamino@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alessandra's Next Step: Part 3 (conclusion)

Alessandra's Next Step: Part 3

By

Alessandra Tamino
(alessandratamino@yahoo.com)

(This is the concluding section: please email me with
feedback if you like it!)


Part 3

"Unbind her, and let her thank you," commanded
Melissa.

I freed her legs and unlocked her handcuffs.  I
noticed that the back of her arms were striped from my
punishment too.  She turned over and I feared she
would lunge at me, her tormentor, and employ her wiry
strength to take revenge.  Instead she gazed up at me,
her dark sensuous eyes filled with something like
adoration, and this made me strangely uneasy: is this
how I appeared to my mistresses, so docile, so
obviously in thrall?  Yet I knew her feeling, its
indescribable mixture of gratitude, servitude,
apprehension and unfettered devotion, a total
surrender to the beloved, which coursed through the
very core of the body.

I straddled her head, my back to the lounging Melissa,
as Joann brought her tender lips to my slick tumescent
hairless pussy.  Oh, my!  How I cooed and sighed, the
weeks of frustration finally finding release.  I
ground my cunt into her mouth and she worked her
tongue everywhere as I pinched and twisted her swollen
nipples, causing her to arch her back and pull me
further towards her lips.  I rubbed and coated her
face, and her tongue flickered ever more savagely to
bring me joyful release.  An angel indeed!

Melissa drew me away and took my place: Joann was
insatiable.  I moved behind Melissa and cupped her
breasts and bit her neck and lips and stroked wherever
my hands could reach, clutching her tightly as she
shook violently from the fire ignited by Joann's
marvelous mouth.

All three of us lay spent and intertwined, luxuriating
in each other's musky scents and sweat, until hunger
made its claim and we decided to venture outside for a
bite nearby.

We must have made quite a sight: three exuberantly
sexual and attractive girls who could barely keep
their hands off each other, strolling languorously
into a café.  We were all utterly impervious to the
gazes of men, and took some pleasure in shutting these
hounds out.  We toasted `women' with a glass of wine
apiece before heading back to my flat.

It was getting dark and my head was spinning: I knew
more of something was in store and I began to tingle
with apprehensive expectation.

Barely a moment after we stepped in the door Melissa
commanded me to strip.  I obeyed.

"On your knees, cunt," she demanded.  I complied.

Then, turning to Joann, she said: "Joann, how good is
your memory?"

"Pretty good, Melissa"

"I thought so... I thought you'd probably remember each
and every lash the slut gave you."

"Pretty much."

"Well, she's all yours."

Joann approached and yanked my head back by the hair.

"Open your mouth, slut."

She spat in my open mouth, once, twice, three times.

"Do you like that?" she asked.

I nodded, daring not to speak aloud.

She slapped me, hard.

"I didn't hear you, bitch."

"Yes, mistress," I replied.

Then she slapped me again, stinging my right cheek
with her backhand.

"Who gave you permission to speak?" she demanded.  I
blushed with fear and indecision and felt a wild
rumble deep inside.

A wave of shame engulfed me and I reddened.  Joann's
voice was steely, her grip on my hair strong as she
dragged me into the bedroom.  I tried my best to keep
up while shuffling on my knees.

"You'll fucking well do as you're told from now on,
bitch," she hissed.

Melissa followed with her satchel bearing the
instruments of sweet torment.  Joann pulled me to my
feet in front of my bed's footboard, my back to it.
She spread my legs nearly the width of the bed and
tied each ankle to the bottom part of the post near
the floor.  I stood dazed and humiliated, silently
beckoning to Melissa but finding no solace from that
quarter.  Joann's wild strength and unpredictability,
and the suspicion that she was bent on repaying me
caused me genuine alarm.

It was growing dark outside, and I offered no
resistance as she roughly guided each dangling arm
behind my back, secured my wrists with clothesline and
cleverly stretched each arm to the upper bedpost on
its opposite side.  In effect my arms were crossed
behind me and the entire front of my lovely body
thoroughly exposed,   thoroughly vulnerable.

Melissa was sitting, clothed, in a chair, watching
intently.  She followed Joann's every move, obviously
admiring the lithe form, and jealousy added to my
confusion.  Yet I felt myself more and more drawn to
this brazen stranger, this wicked young cunt who had
so breezily overtaken my home, perhaps even my
desires.

Joann left me and stopped in front of Melissa who
instinctively began to undress her.  Her tight shapely
body shimmered.  After Melissa had removed Joann's
panties -- which I could see were wet, even from a
distance -- and had handed them over to her, Joann
placed a leg on the chair's arm and pushed Melissa's
mouth to her cunt.

"Get me nice and wet, bitch, I want you to see how
unfaithful your slut really is."

Joann abruptly pulled Melissa away and came towards
me.  She drew her panties around my eyes and knotted
them behind my head.  The ambrosial smell of her cunt
nearly made me swoon, even as my fears increased with
my lack of vision.  I felt as if I were entering the
dark night of my soul....

Moments later the cool soothing texture of oil
startled me: Joann was bathing me in olive oil, her
deft hands running over every part.  I sighed as they
reached my ass and the inside of my thighs, and gasped
as they traversed my small but sensitive breasts with
their large hard nipples.  I heaved as they moved over
my flat stomach and mons.

Her oiled hand swatted my face unexpectedly.

"That was for nothing, bitch, except to please me."
My throat became dry.

I could sense her face inches from my own... what would
she do now?  It moved closer and closer until her lips
met mine and she sucked passionately on my tongue, and
before I knew it the very tongue she had pleasured was
now pinched with not one but two clothespins.  They
hurt terribly and saliva began to drool out of the
corners of my mouth and I struggled to swallow.  I
must have looked awful, degraded beyond belief,
breathing ponderously.  Yet my cunt was alive with
yearning.

 Try as I  might to fight it, the sheer pleasure of
being utterly at Joann's whim was rapturous, and I
finally gave myself over to this insanely perverse
joy. I wanted her -- her touch, the sting of her hand,
the bite of her mouth, the lash of her verbal attacks
-- more than anything, and I heaved with obvious
longing, oblivious to everyone and everything else.

She pinched my nipples and I nearly leapt off the
floor.

"You like that, bitch?" she asked.  I nodded.

She pinched them again, harder, and twisted, and I
grunted with animal pleasure.

"Am I your mistress?" she inquired.  I nodded my head
vigorously.

She pinched and twisted again and I became inflamed.

"Well, Melissa, that was no work at all.  But maybe
she'll have a change of heart."

Joann began to slap my breasts, my flank, my ass, and
I writhed.  She brought her palm up against my cunt
with a snap and I incoherently moaned.

"You have a choice, cunt, Melissa or me.  If you
prefer Melissa, you can have her immediately.  If you
want me, nod."

Like a sick traitorous slut I nodded, and Joann
commenced pinching and slapping with greater energy,
as if in thanks.  I winced and flinched and quivered
with every blow, begging inwardly to be able to come.
Being blindfolded heightened both my fear and my
pleasure, since the timing and location of each blow
were surprising.  Then Joann relented for a moment,
and I felt her slide her hands down my sides as she
went to her knees.  Her lips rested against the
trembling lips of my cunt and her tongue touched my
pink ever so lightly.

"If you really love Melissa you won't be able to come,
you know," she said, and, reaching up she pressed both
nipples in her fingers with tremendous force. Her lips
cradled my clitoris and her tongue snaked up my slit,
flickering furiously, as I melted into unstoppable
orgasm.  At the moment I couldn't give a fuck about
Melissa or anyone else: I was in heat for a slut who
had given me pleasures of a new order.

Joann removed the blindfold and the clothespin from my
tongue and kissed me lazily and softly.

"Thank you, my cunt," she said.  Then she gathered up
her clothes and turning to Melissa said: "Well, you
can have what's left."  I heard my apartment door
close.

Melissa glowered from the chair.  She eventually rose
and walked over to meet my eye.  I returned her gaze
steadily.  After all, what had she done to earn my
devotion since our first encounter?  She turned as if
to leave me, but I knew she wouldn't, I knew she
couldn't resist my surging flesh, my acquiescent love,
knew she couldn't do without the pleasure I could give
her, and she me.  She went instead into my living room
for a few moments, and returned naked.

Yes, she was beautiful in her womanliness and grace
and I recalled our sweet secret moments at her
apartment while Jennifer was asleep.  She knelt before
me, trembling and gazed up at my face.

"I want to win you back, my love," she whispered.

She spread my pussy gently and licked it very
delicately and brought her tongue to my meatus.  A
rush of excitement filled me as I understood the
immensity of her offering; my entire body thrilled
with relief and wondrous warmth as I loosed my liquid
into her waiting mouth.

She drank serenely and when finished kissed my lips,
allowing me the taste of myriad mingled juices.

She untied me and I brought her to my bed and we made
love ravenously, nakedly, passionately, flesh to
flesh, without a word.  Our sundered bond had been
renewed.


(Thanks to all for all the wonderful feedback...sayonara
for now!)