Owning Regina: Diary of my unxpected passion for another woman (36 page)

I told her go get her vibrator. She quickly dashed off. It looked hot to see her dressed up for a dinner party with her hands bound behind her as she walked out of the kitchen. A moment later, she returned and handed me the requested device. I set it on the table and began hugging and kissing her all over.

It’s so hot that she couldn’t hug back. I don’t know why that is such a turn on for me. I guess it really feels like I am taking advantage of her. Her mouth, on the other hand, was fully capable and engaged. We kissed like lovers who hadn’t seen each other in weeks, ravishing each others’ necks and lips as if we were starring in a French arthouse film. Once I was overcome with passion, I shoved her away and told her to go face the wall.

It was strange; I felt like I was the Mistress and probably even carried that tone. But Regina didn’t respond with the usual, “Yes, Mistress” protocol.  In fact, she seemed like regular Regina.  And there was an odd little conversation about it as I took the vibrator and laid on the kitchen floor staring at her:

REGINA

Are you going to get yourself off while I just stand here?

ME

I was thinking about it, yeah.

REGINA

That’s kind of perverted, don’t cha think?

ME

Just be quiet and stand there so we can get going to my parents’ house.

REGINA

You’re such a pervert. Go ahead and jerk off to me. I’ll just stand here facing the wall
as you objectify me. Nice.

ME

I don’t know if I can do this without “The Game.”  I just want to fuck you up and torture you.

REGINA

I’m sorry. I’ll shut up.  Except for one last thing…

ME

What?

REGINA

I have to tell you that you look amazing and I’m really turned on by you.

ME

Yeah, well I love you, Regina.

REGINA

I love you too.

BZZZZZZZZZZZ. The vibrator took over my headspace. As I lay there on the floor, I couldn’t stop appreciating Regina. From her body to her style to her energy, everything was pulling me in.  This was the real thing.  I loved seeing the back of her head as she faced the wall!  It was such a submissive position… and she was doing it just for me!!  Sooo hot!!

But as I was getting close, she left the wall and knelt down to kiss me lovingly all over as I continued with the vibrator. We both seemed to be super turned on. The kisses were driven by passion more than lust. This type of energy would have never been expressed within the darkness and power imbalance of “the game”.

Before I knew it, I was unleashing my pent up sexuality that had been building pressure since I was a small girl.  Never did I expect to have my kink so perfectly expressed with a partner.  It was different than the Mistress game. This was just about being myself and admitting that I adore bondage, either seeing it or doing it.

After I came, Regina continued to kiss me tenderly, speaking sweetly with loving comments.

Just before I was back to my relaxed self, I stood up and gently helped Regina to her feet (it’s hard to stand up on your own when your arms are tied behind your back).  Hugging her from behind, I slowly kissed her neck and told her how much she meant to me. I put the vibrator on her (from my rear hugging position) and she was extremely welcoming of it as the device easily penetrated the fabric of her leggings and panties.

While my orgasm was a blast of relief, hers came on more like a slow burn, ultimately ending in soft moans of fondness and fidelity. Afterward, we kissed a bit more.  This new game, the lighter version, was still confusing, but it showed great promise as a whole other type of satisfaction in the relationship.

“Come on, we gotta get going,” I said. “Aren’t you going to untie my arms?” Regina wondered aloud?  “No, I wasn’t planning on it. You have to ride in the car like that,” I responded with a wink. “Are you serious? What if someone outside sees me?” she said with a twinge of fear in her voice. “Tough, they will have to deal with it.” She continued her protest; “You are not to take me to your parents’ like this!”   “Don’t worry,” I responded, “I’m not crazy.”

The more I thought about her public bondage, the more I over thought it. I figured it wouldn’t be so great if she was walking on the sidewalk to my car with her hands tied when, God forbid, she runs into a student of hers or someone else she knows. I decided to throw a coat over her shoulders like a shawl to hide the fact that her arms were bound. “Ok, that should do it. Let’s go,” I encouraged her.

The coat across her shoulders seemed to do the trick. It emboldened her, a cape for a superhero.  As we walked out her door and headed out, part of me really wanted to run into someone she knew! It would be a titillating secret that only Regina and I would know that she was tied up in public. Of course, that would suck if some acquaintance tried to shake her hand!  Whatever, we made it to the car without incident.

She took her seat on the passenger side and leaned across her to buckle her seatbelt. But I took a quick interruption to bite her tit playfully as I was bent across her. She started cracking up as I bit the other one too. As we drove down the street, she let out a big, bright comment: “Fuck, you’re great!!” Then I pinched her nipple, causing her to squirm and giggle to get away.

We arrived at my parents’ house. Jenna and Mark’s car was already there, meaning we could make a grand entrance. A light bulb went off in my head; my little toy was really going to have to enter with her hands tied up!

She totally protested and got really vocal about not wanting to enter like that.  But the thing is, she was full of it. I could tell by the giddy tone of her protest that she actually wanted to enter like that! Manipulative little faker!

At the doorstep, we both stood there making funny eyes with each other in anticipation of how this was all going to go down.

I opened the door and lead Regina in with “Hi Guys! We’re here.”  My parents, Mark, and Jenna were all sitting in the living room with cocktails and hors d'oeuvres.  They immediately stood to greet us and all eyes jumped to Regina to check out what the lezbo looks like. “Hey, everyone. This is my girlfriend, Regina,” I happily boasted.  I think I used the word “girlfriend” both to make a statement and to get a rise out of them.

Mark went to shake her hand, but I quickly shut him down with, “She can’t shake your hand because her hands are tied up!” Regina flashed a playful smile and displayed her bound hands behind her back. Then she said in a giggly tone, “Meg was eager to get here and told me that if I didn’t stop messing with my hair she would tie up my hands for two hours! Of course, I didn’t believe her… and here we are!” 

Everyone laughed and continued greeting each other. My dad lightheartedly urged, “C’mon, Meg. You can untie her now. I think she learned her lesson.” But I set him straight: “Dad, if I do that, she will never trust my true intentions again! This girl needs to know that when I say something, I mean it.”  My mom chimed in with, “Yep, that’s Meg for you.”

She whispered knowingly to Regina, “If you want be friends with Meg, I’m afraid you will have to get used to these types of antics from her.” Regina delivered a sly response: “Don’t worry. I’ll have plenty of opportunity to get my revenge!”  Mark and Jenna just didn’t know what to make of the whole scene. Mark shifted gears with, “How about a Merlot for you both?”  Both Regina and I spoke at the same moment, “Perfect. Thanks.”

He poured the wine and didn’t know how Regina was going to drink it. I took both glasses and said “cheers” to everyone, clinking glasses on behalf of Regina too.  Then I literally held the glass to her lips so she could drink.  The others were really getting a kick out of it.  Even though it was all fun and games, both Regina and I knew that we were secretly turned on that I was the boss and that she was tied up in public.  It had only been several hours since she told me of her desire to play this new game… and here she was, tied up in real life... meeting my family for the first time! Ask and ye shall receive. Life’s too short to be shy.

As the evening went along, my family and Regina had the usual banter of getting to know someone. Obviously, I had to feed Regina each bite. Mark and Jenna kept bringing up their church activities. Perhaps they were just probing to gauge Regina’s level of religiousness or perhaps there were feeling “Holier than thou” about having such righteous lives.

But Regina, in all her adorableness, was never phased at all.  She spoke freely about being a progressive vegetarian and had no problem holding her own in the conversation. I always felt that my sister felt superior to me because she is going to be saved and I will be burning in hell. But Regina’s style and personality completely disarmed that argument and she just came across as... well... extremely charismatic, smart, and non judgmental of the others.  Even being tied up, she carried the room to a wonderful and fun level.

Dinner was over and my mom was serving dessert: chocolate lava cake, which was perfect for a couple of chocoholic girls like us. I figured Regina had “suffered” enough with the whole bondage thing. “Time’s up. What do you think, should I untie her now?” I brought up to the table. “Maybe you should leave her like that forever,” Mark joked to the amusement of the table.  “Good idea,” I agreed. But before everyone could wonder just how long I was going to carry this bit, I said, “I’m pretty sure she has learned her lesson.”

I untied her.  She immediately threw her arms around my neck in a loose hug and looked in my eyes with a devious smile: “You’ve got a bit of a dark streak I’d better watch out for.”  Everyone laughed. “Don’t worry, Regina, as long as you follow my rules, you’ll be fine.” Again, laughs from the table.

Regina continued, “Now that I am free to move about, I’d like to give you all the welcome hugs I missed earlier.”  She went around the table, giving each person a sincere hug and greeting. It was super endearing and cute.  My “girlfriend” had handily won over my family. She sat back down, took a bite of her lava cake and dropped a bomb that had been the elephant in the room: “So what do you guys feel about your daughter having fallen for me, a woman?”

An awkward vibe plowed into the room like a Mac truck hitting a snow bank.  No one knew what to say or had the courage to say it.

Finally, my mom started, “Sweetheart, love is love. If it works for you two and you’re happy, then we are thrilled for you both.” The others echoed the same sentiment. They seemed pretty genuine in their support. People are generally touched by the joy seen in a new romantic relationship. I think my family was just surprised that I would end up with a girl, rather than judging it. Even Mark and Jenna seemed sincere in their live-and-let-live remarks.

The energy in the room was truly elevated. In fact, my own judgment of my family’s potential judgment may have been misunderstood all these years. It gave me a feeling that Regina was the one.

She stood from the table and excused herself for the restroom, joking that it would have been difficult to do that while tied up.

While she was in the loo, the family almost suffocated me in praise for finding Regina and being in a relationship with her. She had more than won them over. There was some innuendo about how “maybe that’s why none of my past relationships with other
guys
never worked out.” Of course, reading between the lines, it’s apparent they were referring to the fact that I must have been gay all along.  Whatever. I didn’t take it personally.  Sexuality is extremely complex and has many layers.  Mine is particularly so. And maybe they were right.

That was also the time they were asking about Tucker and how all that stuff works. I think they felt it was odd that I’m dating a mom.  But she’s not just a mom. That’s only one big part of her. She is also many other things.  And let’s face it, she is a hot mom!

Regina returned from the bathroom and whispered in my ear, “Sorry, I had to go get myself off.” She winked at me in the cutest way possible. We finished dinner and wrapped up the evening, everyone having had a fantastic time.

When we were at the car, Jenna came running out and indicated Regina should roll down her window.  Jenna held up the piece of rope and ribbed, “Don’t forget your rope! You never know when Regina is going to be in trouble again.”  Regina took the rope and responded with, “You’re right. You never know with me!”   Then Jenna continued, “Oh, and I love your boots. They’re so cute!”  Regina responded with, “Actually, they’re Meg’s. I’m just borrowing them.”  Jenna looked at me and complimented, “Meg, you have good taste.” And we drove off.