Owning Regina: Diary of my unxpected passion for another woman

by Lorelei Elstrom

  She got off of me and knelt beside me on the bed. Because I was restrained, filled up and constricted in every way possible, any touch on my skin from Regina felt magnified by one hundred times. I could even feel her breath, even though her mouth was an arms length from my skin!

  She began caressing me all over my whole body. It was a massage of the lightest touch imaginable. Her fingers felt like cotton balls gently rolling across my pores. Ever so gradually over the course of 15 minutes, she delivered more pressure until it had turned into a full massage. She was working my muscles and knots. Sometimes I would feel her elbows doing the craft and sometimes it was her fingertips. She massaged in slow, rhythmic strokes and circles. Intermittently, I could feel her chin digging my knots and could feel her hot breath on my skin. I loved imagining what I must have looked like to Regina. I was floating in sensuality, lost in swirling thoughts of passion that had me exiting the physical body to an altered state of sexual intoxication.

  I felt her warm left hand leave massage duty on my back while the right hand continued. In one smooth and controlled move she pinched my nose closed so that I couldn’t breathe at all! My whole being burst into a state of alarm. I was petrified. How long would she cut off my breathing? After about thirty seconds, I was starting to lose my breath. I started squirming and fighting the restraints and vocalizing in grunts for her to stop. But she kept my nose sealed. I started really freaking out! I was thrashing violently against the chains and becoming blinded with desperation. Even so, I felt outside of myself and surfing the buzz of a sexual drug. Everything was turning white and I burst into full panic mode!

  Just as I felt like I might black out, she released my nose. I sucked in all the air I could from my nose but it wasn’t enough. I needed more air! Regina instantly picked up on this. She grabbed some scissors from my nightstand and cut in the duct tape to release my mouth and remove the sock gag. Thank God! I gasped and gasped while she rubbed me tenderly to calm me down.

  After a good two minutes, I was in a better place, coming off the sex drug and back to myself in our game. Just then, she got the duct tape and re-taped my mouth shut again! Fuck. I wanted to see. I wanted to be unrestrained! I was terrified.

  But Regina took this shit seriously. She turned on the vibrator that had been shoved up my pussy, causing me to yelp from the surprise. It felt amazing. Instantly, the restraints felt good again. Being tightly blindfolded was adding to the sensation. She played with the ice cream scoop in my ass while the vibrator ran in my pussy. Just when I was about to erupt with a volcanic orgasm, she left me for a moment.

  SMACK!!! I felt a leather belt hit my ass… the same ass that had been stuffed with the ice cream scoop. SMACK!! SMACK!! She continued. The blows were steady and firm.

  After about 20 hits, my ass was starting to sting and burn like crazy. I was unable to tell her to stop. I was unable to hold my hands in protection over my butt. I was exposed. But she kept at it. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I started to whimper and cry. It was involuntary. Tears were flowing through into the knit cap over my eyes.

  Finally, she stopped. She gave me a hug against my tied up body. The contact of her flannel pajamas against my skin felt splendid.

  Slowly, she pulled out the vibrator and the condom-covered ice cream scoop. Then she unchained my ankles and gestured for me to pull my legs up to support my ass up high (a bondage version of downward dog). My arms were still chained as she crawled under my pussy and began the most serious cunnilingus in the world. Her warm tongue against my clit felt like fireworks. I have never sensed such direct and powerful stimulation. She moved her tongue sensually and expertly with tremendous awareness of what I was experiencing, reading my every moan and quiver to maximize the effect.

  Finally, I blasted into orgasm!! It had a strong start and just kept growing. My whole body was quaking and throbbing. I couldn’t breathe well due to the corset and duct tape, but it added to the sensation to be so constricted. It felt like I was in some swirling kaleidoscope of orgasm, steaminess, and flashes of Regina controlling me. I was living the Helmut Newton themes. It wasn’t multiple orgasms as much as it was a continuous orgasmic wave pushing me along.

  After what seemed like several minutes, I closed my legs over Regina’s face to indicate that I was completely spent and couldn’t take it another second!! She quickly read my hint and stopped.

  Next, she went to my head and carefully cut away the duct tape from my eyes and mouth. Then she pulled off the whole knit cap with the tape on it. Surprisingly, none of the tape had adhered to my hair and she got me clear without pulling a single strand.

  The second my mouth was free to breathe easily, I gasped in as much air as I could. But I was still constrained by the ultra-tight corset. Regina, very in touch with my needs, quickly unlaced and removed the corset. She licked my middle back where the corset had made imprints into my skin. She took off her collar that I had been forced to wear. And at last, she unchained my wrists and set me completely free.

  When I was able to pull my aching body up off the bed, I saw Regina kneeling in a very submissive pose at the foot of the bed. Her head was down and she had put the collar back on herself. It clashed quite a bit with her pajamas, but the meaning was clear. She was silent, just staring at the floor with her hands behind her back.

  Rather than jump right over to her to express my profound appreciation for all she had given me, I left the bed and headed straight for the shower. She stayed motionless kneeling with her head down at the foot of my bed.

  The warm water felt incredible against my tortured skin. It felt so good to feel the blood rushing to all the places that had been constricted. I rubbed my wrists and ankles in the heated water and let the spray wash away the pain and tension of the session. I lathered my head with chamomile shampoo and then held my face directly under the showerhead for a lingering rinse off. There wasn’t a cell in my body that wasn’t relaxed, if not completely spent.

  After the shower, I put on my thick terrycloth robe and headed back to Regina… who was still kneeling at the foot of the bed. Even though she had made the mess, I decided to clean up after her. I put on a mellow playlist and picked up all the bondage gear and straightened up the room a bit, kicking up the room’s heater so we would be nice and cozy.

  Gravity pulled me to the inviting bed and I lied down with a giant sigh of relaxation. “Look at me,” I softly spoke to Regina. She raised her head slowly to meet my command. Reaching out my arms in a beckoning gesture, I invited her to come lay on top of me, which she did. We hugged quietly and very gently. “You are welcome to speak again,” I whispered into her ear. “Thank you, Kind Mistress,” she responded softly. We began kissing on the lips ever so soothingly. We were kissing with slow, moist pecks and looking straight into each other’s telling eyes.

  And then the strangest thing happened. I started to cry. At first, Regina responded by kissing each tear. But then I started to cry more and more. Just as my orgasm had grown steadily, so was my crying. It went from a soft whimper to really heavy tears. And then it was like the floodgates had broken.

  Regina did her best to try to console me. She has a beautiful maternal nature that felt so loving and comforting. But I still couldn’t stop crying. In fact, it got worse and worse until I was an all out mess! What was going on with me? Why was I so inconsolable?

  Regina seemed a little scared by it all but kept reassuring me that it was okay to let it all out. “We have complete trust, Mistress. We have complete love for each other. We are okay.” She began sweetly caressing me and kissing my neck and ear with pure tenderness. My whole body was quivering from the crying. This has never happened in my entire life.

  She took my hand and began gently sucking on my thumb while applying pressure to a spot on my palm. Believe it or not, it started to have a calming effect on me. I was gradually coming down from the emotions. After a few minutes, we were able to lie calmly on the bed next to each other as my heart rate slowed
.

  I was embarrassed by the crying episode and voiced it to my slave. “It’s not like me to breakdown so fully. Thank you for not judging me.” Regina reassured me, “It was a release for you, Mistress. It was a much-needed release. I worship you for being able to share that with me.”

  In fact, she was right. There was clearly something that had been triggered from deep inside me. Perhaps the shame I have felt about my kink for my entire life was finally unclogged and allowed to flow openly. Perhaps the tears came from allowing myself to completely submit to my fears of being with a woman. My emotional collapse could also been have been from feeling profound love for the first time. It could have been prompted by the direct pain and fear of feeling helpless and being terrified for my life. Whatever the root was, my gushing out clearly needed to happen. I literally felt cleansed. I felt whole and unashamed.

  To complete my connection, I wanted to have the real Regina there with me. “That was some kind of crazy day I had,” I said softly to her.

  Her eyes instantly warmed and I could see Regina, the schoolteacher, mom, and lover was with me again. We stared at each other for a moment, before smiles grew on our faces. Regina let out an involuntary giggle. Then so did I. The dark tone had given way to giddiness as we both started and couldn’t stop. It was hilarious!

  It was the feeling of getting off the rollercoaster after having endured sheer terror. I hit shuffle on my Pandora and the classic song “You’re Fucken Awesome” by Spiderbait came on… so I cranked it up!

  Next thing you know, we were dancing all over the bedroom together as we rocked out, she in her jammies, me in my robe. It was so carefree and silly. Regina jumped up on the bed and pretended she was the lead singer up on stage. As she rocked on, I opened my dresser drawer and started tossing panties to her up on the stage. She played it up like she was real rock star. Finally, I rushed the stage from the mosh pit and tackled her. We rolled around wrestling on the bed and cracking up.

  As the song wound down, we lost steam and collapsed together on the bed. “Stay there, I’m going to draw a bath for us,” I said. I started the water, then went downstairs to make a snack tray and pour some drinks, which I set by the tub before rejoining Regina.

  She was lying face down on the bed and looked so cute in her pajamas. I sat by her and was immediately drawn to her adorable butt. I pulled down her pants. “Hey, you can’t do that!” she let me know in a joking tone. “Wanna bet?” I shot back. Then I started spanking her playfully. “Hey!!! Stop it!!” she said with a giant grin, “You’re not allowed to do that outside the game!!”

  “Oh sorry,” I responded, “I’ll take it back.” And I playfully licked her ass for a while. But soon, she started to actually relax… and was getting aroused by me licking her. But she broke it off with, “Let’s get in the tub.” So there we went, two girls in the bathtub together.

  I sat on one end and my soulmate sat on the other. In a completely automatic action, I grabbed her right foot and began to massage it under the water. As I rubbed her foot, I kept thinking how incredible it was to be with a woman, especially this woman!! God forbid if we ever broke up, I’m pretty sure I don’t ever see myself being with guys anymore. I’ve crossed to the other team. Yes, I did. Then again, maybe I was always on this team and am merely awakening to that fact.

  Our bath was lovely. We had a sweet time talking about life, sharing stories, and dreams. When we finally got out of the water it was after 1am! Yikes! Time flies with love this hot. But it was a school night. We figured we’d better get some sleep or we would be a wreck in the morning.

  After we were dry and warm, we crawled into bed without pajamas. Her hot body felt amazing next to my skin. We took a few minutes kissing and caressing before settling down. We were spooning and just about asleep when I suddenly got really turned on with an idea.

  Regina, out of it, seemed surprised when I said, “Can you believe how blue the sky is today?” Never mind the fact that it was night. I got up and went to my toy box. “I need to chain you down for the night,” I let her know matter-of-factly. I grabbed one length of heavy chain and chained her wrists together at the top of the bed. I put my leather thigh high boots on her and then chained her ankles together at the foot of the bed. She was tied in a long, straight line from one end of the bed to the other. I kissed her nipples, mouth, neck, and ears for a little while. She seemed to really enjoy it.

  Then I lied next to her on my back and started playing with myself. Slowly, I was getting more and more turned on until I climaxed in a quiet little orgasm. I landed one sweet peck on her lips, turned away from her, and went to sleep. It was kind of selfish, but I really didn’t feel like getting her off. Good night.

  We mostly slept straight through but there were a couple times she woke me when struggling against the chains, trying to get some relief from being stuck in the same position for hours. I remember we were both in a dead sleep when the 6:45 alarm went off. It was a brutal awakening. Right away, I unchained her and ended the game with, “That was some kind of crazy day I had.” She instantly climbed on top of me and kissed me sweetly. The leather of her boots against my thighs felt naughty because we were in bed with her shoes on.

  I made us coffee and she dashed off to her day.

  --- FRIDAY APRIL 13 --- Finding our balance

  That’s right. It’s Friday the 13! However, no meteors hit the earth and no evil spells seemed to have been cast upon my world. The day was pretty standard, just our usual texting gushy messages to each other. But at 3:12pm there was a strange occurrence. Regina called me and asked if there was anyway I could pick up Tucker from school and let him hang out with me until she got home after 5pm.

  It wasn’t her day to pickup Tucker. Why would she ask me instead of picking him up herself?

  But she explained that her ex-husband Alex was out of commission due to a giant migraine and Regina would have no transportation until her car was out of the shop at 4:30pm.

  Naturally, I really wanted to come to the rescue. But, I had a really important client stopping by my office at 4:00. Wanting to give it my all to help them out, I decided to bust a move over to Tucker’s school and pick him up, then get back to the office before the client arrived. Regina was so grateful! She sent Tucker’s school an email to explain the situation (that I’m not a creepy kidsnatcher).

  When I arrived, Tucker seemed super excited to see me, having gotten advanced notice from the office. At first I figured he was merely excited from the novelty of something new. But as we drove, his bubbling chattiness really made me think he was delighted that I was the person picking him up, not just the novelty of change in routine.

  We got back to my office and I introduced him around, explaining that he would be sitting in on my meeting with the client. Not surprisingly, everyone thought it would be a bonus for the mood. I agreed. A kid with a big smile can handily neutralize tension in a room full of egos.

  Before the client arrived, I was trying hard to put on a one-woman show for Tucker. I felt responsible for making him feel comfortable in the foreign environment he had suddenly been tossed into.

  Our first task was to printout paper shadow puppets from the silhouettes of our hands made in the copy machine. Next it was time to raid the fridge for leftover birthday cakes. Then we hooked a bunch of rubber bands together and stretched them across the arms of a chair to make a giant slingshot for shooting wadded paper at my coworkers. Some jokers actually fought back with flying cardboard coasters. Tucker and everyone in the office was getting a kick out of it all.

  When the clients showed up, we went in my office and closed the door. I explained that Tucker was my intern. And of course, they played along.

  Having Tucker there worked great. They ended up signing a whole new extension to their ad campaign with us, granted I didn’t contribute much to the meeting and my boss did the heavy lifting. But the client booked work at our firm for tens of thousands of dollars. It was probably the easiest sal
e we have ever done. Thanks, Tucker.

  After the meeting, Pete (my coworker buddy) showed Regina into my office. She had arrived at the tail end of the client meeting, waiting politely until we had finished. When she entered, her presence felt like sunshine in Scotland. She hugged Tucker, then me. After our hug, we stared at each other for a moment, flirting back and forth with our gazes. It must have been pretty obvious because Pete joked, “Clearly not strangers are we?” Being an observant gay man, he was easily able to see that we had something deep going on between us.

  She asked Tucker if he had fun. He asked if I could pick him up from school on Monday too! Regina and I both laughed. As they headed out across the office, they were attacked by a deluge of cardboard coasters from the evil worker drones. Regina screamed/laughed and raced to the exit with Tucker.

  After Regina and Tucker left, Pete remarked covering his ears with his hands, “Oww! They’re too loud!” Confused, I asked, “What’s too loud? “ Pete continued, “The wedding bells I’m hearing for you two! She’s freaking adorable! You kill me… pretending all this time you were miss straight girl.”

  I couldn’t believe we were that obvious. Pete made it seem like I dove into her pants or something. Really, wedding bells?

  Once I got off work, Regina invited me over to her place for a casual dinner with Tucker before his dad would finally arrive for pickup. Of course, I was delighted to say, “Yes.” It feels wonderful to have a close friend ask me over. It’s a validation of the friendship and makes me feel loved and significant.

  What to wear? I decided on a short blue cotton skirt, white scoop neck tee with 3/4 sleeves, and black strappy sandals with a casual heel.