Owning Regina: Diary of my unxpected passion for another woman (38 page)

With the vibrator running on me, my pain threshold expanded. She continued whipping me over my pants.  Surprisingly, my ass was so sore that the pants didn’t seem to give much insulation from the blows. She really got into it.

After a while, she switched to whipping my back! It felt like the classic whip scene from an African slave movie. By that point, I was convinced she was going to be directing a lot more pain onto me.  Sure enough, she whipped my back until I started screaming against the glove that was gagging my mouth. My cotton top was no match for the leather belt, which hurt sharply more on my back than it did on my butt.  Occasionally, the vibrator would help me turn the pain into sexual fuel.  She whipped and whipped. I was in real pain and started panicking. Regina didn’t seem to care one bit that I started crying, screaming, and shaking my head with “No!” 

She continued the assault on my back until I was an absolute wreck, bawling like a baby as I fought against the handcuffs.  I was outside of myself with pain and completely terrified that something had snapped in Regina and that she was going insane.

In my whole life, I had never been so out of control with my emotions. It was difficult to breathe with the gag, leaving only my nostrils for all the air I needed. My wrists were getting scraped up from fighting against the handcuffs and she kept whipping me. I was literally flailing to and fro to try to escape each next blow.

Transformed into a bundle of nerves, I was completely freaking out. But all of the sudden, I heard a sound I couldn’t believe! Regina spoke in her normal friendly voice, “That was some kind of crazy day I had.”  The whipping stopped. “Hey, Baby,” she reassured me, “It’s me. I’m here with you. You’re ok.”  She quickly uncuffed me and led me to my bed. We laid down in a loose hug, looking at each other’s faces. A flood of emotion hit me and waves of weeping came through me.  Regina somehow felt the same thing and began crying deeply, but quietly as if in solidarity.

After what seemed like ten minutes of this deep weeping, we finally began coming back to earth.  Regina licked my tears and kissed my eyes. We kissed and shared the intimacy of each other’s faces for the longest time.

Out of nowhere, she changed gears with, "Can you believe how blue the sky is today?” I couldn’t believe I was hearing this and that we were back in the game already. Can’t a girl get a break for a damn minute? Slave Regina spoke in loving and nervous voice: “Mistress? Did I disappoint you by overstepping my bounds? I was really concerned about you, Mistress.”  This was a comforting tone for me to hear at that moment. “No, Sweet slave,” I reassured her, “You did beautifully. Thank you for following my orders so obediently.” I kissed her on the lips and ended the game with, “You are perfect for me. But I need to go now. That was some kind of crazy day I had.” And we went back to ourselves.

“Regina, my back is on fire. Do you think you can rub some lotion on it for me?” I asked.  “Sure,” she said, “and you might need another scotch to take the edge off. Be right back.”

She came back and pampered me. Seriously, I was in real pain. (Even now, my back feels like the worst sunburn imaginable).  I was too agonized to make dinner for us so Regina stepped up to the plate, bringing me a tray in bed. After dinner, she spoonfed me ice cream.  Later, she took my hand and gave it a massage. After a minute or two, she blew my mind by cavalierly saying, “Would you move in with Tucker and I?” 

Wow!! Talk about out of the blue! Here’s this woman I’d only known a month, a female love interest when I always thought I was straight! It’s only been a month!  It all should seem like a big heavy decision. But for me, in that moment that followed such a heavy scene, the answer came quickly and without any concern or dread: “Yes, Regina. I want to. I want to spend the rest of my life with you!”  Her eyes puddled up. “Really?” she asked, cutely crinkling her nose in genuine disbelief.  I think she was expecting me to say no or get into a dramatic scene about it. She continued, “Tucker is crazy about you! We can have our own kind of family.”  That sounded perfect to me.

Who moves in after just a month of dating? But then again, people get married after a night in Las Vegas, so who the hell knows?

Even the mention of living with Tucker didn’t throw me off.  Sure, I would be sharing Regina with him, but being a part of a family is something that really appeals to me.  When Tucker came to the office, I felt I would love to be more involved with him.  He’s such a great kid. Though… that may change when he’s going through the emotional roller coaster of puberty. Just joking. I would really love to be around him in Regina’s world.

Regina applied more lotion to my aching back and butt and we continued the conversation as follows:

ME

How do we know we are not just in the ho
neymoon phase of dating?

REGINA

My gut tells me this is it. I’ve never had such validation of my feelings for someone.

ME

Same here.  What will you tell Tucker?

REGINA

I’ll tell him that I fell in love with you. He’s fully aware about same sex couples. This is San Francisco. Several of his friends at school have two dads or two moms.

ME

Don’t you think he’ll be jealous that I enter the picture to share part of his mom with him?

REGINA

I’ve seen the way he is around you. He’s really rooting for us as couple. I think he is craving it.
I can tell he thinks you are a positive force.

ME

What about kink?

REGINA

What about it? If we were vanilla, we wouldn’t be having sex in front of him.

ME

You’re right
.

(
a moment passed as we both contemplated moving in together. Then…)

That lotion feels so good on my skin. Thanks for taking care of me.

REGINA

Of course.

ME

What was it like for you to dominate and hurt me?

REGINA

It was really hard. I could never do that in real life! When I was whipping your back, it felt like skydiving or walking on fire. I had major adrenaline driving me. I knew you needed something dark.

ME

I think I wanted to see if you would really hurt me. I needed to feel a scary bond with you.

REGINA

I loved seeing my Mistress weeping. It was beautiful. I loved seeing her terrified.  It was a trust and intimacy that I have never experienced in my life. I love you so much.

ME

I want you to hurt me again sometime.  I want Regina, not the slave, to hurt me… to make me beg for mercy.

REGINA

I don’t think I could do that. It would be too hard outside of the game. I wouldn’t want to mix real feelings into making you suffer. We need our rules.

ME

Ok. I guess your Mistress will have to force you to do it
on occasion.

REGINA

She’d better watch out. No telling what she will unleash! Next time I see her, I want to sass off. Maybe she’ll have to teach me a harsh lesson.

ME

I bet she will.

REGINA

When do you want to move in?

ME

I can’t believe this is happening!
What about June 1
st
. I can sublet my place out.

REGINA

You don’t mind giving up your space? I
do think it would be best for Tucker to keep the consistency at my house.

ME

I don’t mind.
Where will he sleep, still with you?

REGINA

He’ll sleep in his own room. That change i
s long over due.  He’s nine years old. We’ve only been doing it out of convenience and keeping each other company.

ME

Ok. He might like his own space now.

(She nodded and we stared at each other, excited by the thought of our new future together.)

Why don’t you go brush your teeth and wash your
face. You are going to have to spend the entire night in bed hogtied by some belts.

REGINA

A requirement from my Mistress
?

ME

No. Just from me.  I want to make sure you don’t wander off.

Regina looked and me with such passion in her eyes that the
feelings sent us into a long French kiss.

She’s tied up right now in a tight hogtie as I write this. I can hear her faint moans as she struggles against the leather belts that are holding her wrists and ankles together. Oh, and she has a ball gag in place just for good measure.  Don’t sympathize with her; my back is still killing me.

--- MONDAY APRIL 16 --- Sexy sleep

Last night at 3am, I awoke to the sounds of Regina moaning softly and struggling against the ball gag. Something was wrong. I removed the gag to ask her about it.  Her jaw was aching terribly due to having been locked in an open position so long from the gag.  I had thought that the ball was narrow enough that it wouldn’t be an issue. But she really seemed in a lot of pain. Once the gag was out, she stretched her jaw up and down several times and let out sighs of relief.

She was still hogtied facedown with her arms behind her back secured to her crossed legs.  I checked her feet and hands to see if they were cold. If so, that would mean she was not getting enough circulation. But her hands and feet felt perfectly warm… which meant, she was going to have to continue sleeping in bondage. We kissed for a moment. She thanked me for removing the gag. Then I caressed her ass a long time with soft, steady strokes until she fell asleep about 15 minutes later.

We both slept until the alarm went off. It was a school day.  We were both really happy and cuddly. She snuggled me with her head and I softly massaged her all over. After a while, I slipped my hand between her tied up legs and gently played with her clitoris, occasionally dipping into the well of lubricant she was creating by being turned on.

What started out as simple a connection of touching had soon become an erotic undertaking. Watching her getting aroused was getting me aroused too. I ended up playing with myself with one hand while playing with her with the other. We were completely in sync in our arousal, kissing in between breathing and feeling immense closeness. Then at the same time, we both escaped into orgasm together, flowing in waves, as opposed to the explosive releases of other times. Our final releases were mellow, but profound and bled off to a form of complete relaxation.

Longing for the closeness of her embrace, I untied Regina, tossing the belts on the floor. She rolled over on her back and her arms came around me as if starving for touch.  As I lied on top of her, we hugged and kissed in silence for minutes upon minutes. Her nighttime ordeal was over and we were finally able to press against each other without restraint. She started giggling at the mere idea of being free, talking about how that position was really miserable for so long. I was giggling too. There was a giddy air between us as we both joked about how bad she was going to feel during the day from having such a rough night of sleep.

She hopped in the shower and I used the opportunity to make us both a strong cup of joe. When I returned, she was still in the shower, looking as radiant as ever with her wet hair and soapy body. I took the liberty of slipping into the shower with her. After a quick, soapy kiss, I slid down to my knees so my head was at her waist level. I gently hugged her thighs and rested my head on her tummy. She looked down at me lovingly and stroked my head as the warm water streamed all over us. There was something in her look, in her face, that told me we were complete together. There was an energy from her that let me know we had found each other forever. She continued to stroke my head as I softly hugged her thighs and saw all the potential I had ever craved in a love.

--- WEDNESDAY APRIL 18 --- The mundane week

So far the week had been pretty typical. I went out to lunch with Pete for some girl talk. He was so happy that I had found Regina.