Owning Regina: Diary of my unxpected passion for another woman (5 page)

I guess I was sort of testing her to see what her limits were and if doing chores would grow old really fast. But she warmed and said, “I’d love to clean the fridge. I’ll do the best I can.”   Then I walked away, not really sure what the hell was going on there. But heck, she said she wanted to wash the dishes and that's exactly what she did. Then, jumping on to her next task, she started the fridge.

I sat across the kitchen on a bar stool watching in amazement. She had no trouble making executive decisions about which stuff to throw away and which to keep. She pretended to ignore the fact that I was sitting right there in the kitchen watching her. She just did her business like I was invisible. I think she was somehow turned on by it all. I watched her for a full 38 minutes. This was so trippy. But it was affecting me too. It's insane, but I was starting to get a little turned on watching her bend up and down, cleaning the fridge in silence under my stare. And the more I watched, the more I found myself getting excited. Some strange woman was in my house doing chores and ignoring me.

Finally, I couldn't take it and I had an idea… again, outside of my normal realm of personality.  In that same unemotional voice, I told her "That's enough of cleaning the fridge. Now wash your hands and come up stairs.” She shot me a look like "I will give you anything". I went upstairs to my bedroom and sat on my bed against a big pillow. A moment later, Regina entered.

Some other person that I didn’t know was channeling my mind and body. This has never happened to me before! I told her to kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed. She quietly sat down in a kneeling position with her back perfectly straight, a testament to her yoga practice. She looked at me with deep eyes. But it all seemed too strange. "Stay there," I said firmly.  I jumped off the bed and went to the dresser where I pulled out a black scarf. Then I came up behind her and tied it tightly around her eyes to blindfold her.  She complied without a word. She wanted it. She was beyond turned on as she kneeled there with her perfectly straight back. I looked at her and suddenly all thoughts of straight vs. gay just became non-thoughts.  She was an absolutely gorgeous woman and she was kneeling at my bed. As I studied her, she sat there blindfolded in silence without moving a muscle.

Then, I had this urge to go to my closet at grab a belt to tie her hands. How was this all happening so naturally? She allowed me to strap her hands behind her back with my belt, which I tied really tightly. I lied back down on the bed and looked at her. I loved the look of her tied hands! She couldn't see me. I was super turned on and began to slowly caress myself. But then I had to get up one more time. I went to my closet and found the same boots that I had loaned her that time.  I lied back down on the bed and quietly put my boots on. As I slowly zipped them up, I sensed that she heard it. She became ultra attentive. Even a single feather touching her would have set her off.

The room was still.  After settling in, I lied back and watched her, sitting perfectly erect on her knees, blindfolded, eager, and silent. Along with the sight of her, my boots were in my field of vision as I lied on the bed, an aesthetic turn-on to the highest degree. The light was hitting her hair. I began playing with myself…  slowly at first. But in a matter of a minute, I was coming. I refrained from making a peep. I really didn't want her to hear me. It would have been embarrassing. So as difficult as it was, I climaxed in total silence.  Then I relaxed for about 10 minutes. She sat obediently in giant anticipation.

I quietly removed my boots and walked over to the closet to put them away. I could tell she was still insanely turned on. I untied her hands. Then I came around in front of her and knelt down so we were face to face. I could feel her breath on my face. And I know she could feel mine because she seemed to be enraptured with each breath that hit her.  I took off her blindfold and she opened her eyes slowly as she took in the sight of my face so close.  Still in a monotone voice, I dismissed her: "Thank you for doing the dishes. Your services are no longer needed. Please make your way out."

Processing it all, she collected herself and departed without uttering a single word. Even though there were no “goodbyes” or fuzzy hugs, I knew in my heart that she got everything she ever dreamed of. When I heard the door close downstairs as she left, I got really cocky and said to myself out loud "And you'd better do a better job cleaning next time."  Then I grabbed my vibrator and went crazy and loud for a good 15 minutes. Holy shit. That was the best climax in my life! I kept visualizing her slender neck and perfect upright posture. I kept thinking of her tied hands. I was the boss!! She did my dishes.

--- SUNDAY MARCH 25 --- What is it?

I woke up this morning with a new perspective. It was like that magic of an early romance. Did I say “romance”? I sure did. I felt passionately in lust. I don't know how else to describe it. I’m not a lesbian, so it’s hard to say I’m in “love”. Then again, I might as well dispense with the labels. Whatever it was, it was fun and it was the purest energy I have felt in my life. Maybe it was my kinky side finally getting what it wanted.  This could have never happened with anyone but Regina. She was a bridge to some emotions I had never felt. It was kind of scary, exciting, and magic all at the same time. It was flat out bizarre.

After breakfast and a shower, I really wanted to check in with her. It didn't seem finished. I felt a little ashamed and nervous for making her leave without any conversation or even salutations. I made another cup of coffee in my French press and then went out on the veranda with the phone. I really didn't know if I should talk about what went down or if I should ignore it and talk about the weather. But I really wanted to hear her voice.

Slowly, I dialed. I feared.  I waited for the answer on the other end.  She picked up! It went like this:

REGINA

Hello?

ME

Hi Regina.

REGINA

Hi.

ME

I'm smiling right now. Can you feel it?

REGINA

I'm smiling too.

And there was silence. More silence. Maybe 30 seconds of silence.

ME

Was I too mean to you?

REGINA

No. I'm still smiling.

ME

Are you sure?

REGINA

I've never felt anything like that.

ME

Me neither. We weren’t our daily selves. Well, I’ll speak for myself.  But it was out of this world.  It was a dreamworld. It felt like playing dressup when I was a little girl.

REGINA

For me too.
It was like a game.

ME

Yes, l
et's call it "The Game"

REGINA

Ok. "The Game
." We need to play it more.

ME

This is all so fast and crazy.

REGINA

I want you to own
me!!

ME

Own you?

REGINA

I know. This is all seems outrageous! I want to be your object. You can do anything to me. Boss me. Hurt me. I just want to serve you. Don't you feel it too?

Wow. This was really messing with my head. I don't know how this works because there are no templates from my past. It’s scary territory. I don't want to screw this up. I want to develop a real friendship with Regina, but I also love that she wants to wash my dishes. Is this all for real? The conversation continued:

ME

I do want the same thing. I want to toy with you. But I also want to explore you as a friend and develop that.

REGINA

Me too.

ME

Fuck. This is so gay!

We both started laughing.

REGINA

Well, if it's a game, we must have rules.

ME

Like what?

REGINA

Like we should have a secret code word to start it and end.

ME

Really, James Bond?

REGINA

No really. Like when you say the code, that means we are playing. And the rest of the time we are our normal selves.

ME

Ok. You think of the code.

REGINA

How about "Can you believe how blue the sky is today?"

ME

Mmmmmkay
. What if it’s cloudy?

REGINA

Then it's sarcastic.

ME

And how do we stop the game?

REGINA

We say, "That was some kind of crazy day I had"

ME

(Laughing, then…)

Any more rules?

REGINA

Yes. Absolutely no other people ever. And we always have to use the exact sentence of the code. The exact words are "Can you believe how blue the sky is today?" and "That was some kind of crazy day".  Any other variations will not count.

ME

Agreed. It's freaky enough as is. Bringing
anyone else into this is beyond my comprehension. It will just be our private thing.

REGINA

O
h, and the most important rule-- I have no limits except when it comes to Tucker. I always have to be free to be his mommy. If you use the code when I'm with him, I can just terminate by saying "That was some kind of crazy day" and you will know that I'm on mommy duty.

ME

This is so C.I.A.
You're crazy.

REGINA

You're crazy

(Turns to sexy voice)

And you own me.

ME

Can you believe how blue the sky is?

REGINA

(Flustered)

Ok. um. Ok.

ME

You need to come here right now.

REGINA

Yes Ma'am.

I hung up the phone and checked the clock. Sure enough, she was at my place inside of 15 minutes. She looked so cute in a super casual spaghetti strap asparagus green dress with little frill lace accents. But that wasn't all. She wore some brand new very tall brick red boots with a 4-inch wood heel. The leather was coarse and gave the boots a casual but strong feel. They looked like a strong accent to her dress. The opposite of dominatrixy. It was a real contrast to my bare feet.

I told her that I was impressed that she made it so quickly. The tone was serious between us. If this was a game, nobody was smiling.  I took out a black scarf that I had standing by and blindfolded her. I held her face firm and the conversation went like this:

ME

Listen
, I own you. You are my object. Do you understand?

She nodded "yes." Then I squeezed her face firmly:

ME

I didn't hear you.

REGINA

(Eager to please)

Yes, Ma'am! I'm your object!

ME

And from now on, you'll address me as "Mistress". Understood?

REGINA

Yes, Mistress.

I released her face. Then took her hand and told her to follow me.  I guided her along as she was blindfolded. Holding her hand was incredible. Touching her hand
elicited so many emotions. Her hand was warm and she squeezed back. As small as it was, the connection of holding her hand meant more than almost any contact I had with any other human. It was real. Our game was fake. But her hand was real. I knew Regina was in there. She was playing my object, but I knew she was in there… with me.