Owning Regina: Diary of my unxpected passion for another woman (14 page)

I pulled out the handcuffs and locked her wrists behind her back.  Then I stood up and faced her as she was still sitting on the sofa. I pulled her head between my legs with a good deal of force and commanded her to “Please me.”  Even though I was wearing jeans and underwear, she immediately started “licking me” through her gag. It was like a dry humping version of giving head. She was doing a great job, too. The friction of her gag rubbing on me was an unexpectedly hot sensation that was driving me insane!

But I didn’t want to go all the way yet. I pulled her head away from stimulating me and praised her for doing a nice job for her mistress.  It seemed like a fun idea to punish her a little too. So I scolded her, “You didn’t have to get me so turned on this early. I’m going to have to punish you for creating dirty thoughts in my head. Go upstairs and stand by the foot of the bed.”  And up she went.

I took a few moments to calm myself down by flipping threw a magazine. I knew that no matter how long I took, even if it were three hours, she would still be standing their when I arrived.  But I didn’t take three hours; it was more like ten minutes.

When I got upstairs, there she was, obediently standing at the foot of my bed with her arms bound in the gloves behind her back. I loved the way the gag cut across the soft skin of her cheeks. She has perfect skin! It must be that vegetarian diet. I have to work at my skin a bit, but I bet Regina doesn’t do a single thing except wash her face each night and drink water like people are supposed to. I should drink more water.

Upon seeing her, my creative mind starting thinking of fun, torturous things to do to her. My whole life, I have dreamed of having a willing person I could mess with and torture for fun. It’s a dark streak. The sexual thoughts bubble up when I think of being in control of someone in a physical manner. The feeling seems to be magnified many times over with the idea of a woman I can torture. And it is magnified even more because the person is Regina who aches for my control over her.

I removed her gag, the burgundy scarf, and then planted a brief but luscious kiss on her lips. Because she had been standing there in full obedience with great anticipation of what would happen to her next, she received my kiss with hunger.  But it was fleeting.

I silently left her to go to my top dresser drawer (my new armory of kinky toys from the internet). From behind, I covered her eyes with a heavy leather padded blindfold. It was like the kind they give you in first class on airlines, but this one was extremely sturdy and wouldn’t let in the slightest ray of light. It was very secure and straps behind the neck.  I removed her handcuffs.

As she stood there blindfolded, I secretly took off all my clothes and lied on the bed.  I commanded her to give me a full massage… with special instructions to respect the privacy of my erogenous zones. A few other words were spoken:

ME

Make sure the massage is worthy of my time.

REGINA

Yes, Mistress. May I move freely to fully provide this service for you?

ME

Yes, you may. Do not disappoint me.

REGINA

Yes, Mistress. Thank you for allowing me the privilege of serving you in this way.

She was very solemn and dutifully took to her task as I turned over on my tummy. She straddled my middle back and put a little weight down as her hands went to work navigating their way up my body. I could feel her energy change when she realized I was completely nude. Her energy felt like she was unbelievably turned on.

Strangely, she first went for my hair and softly ran her gloved fingers through my hair over and over. At first, I felt a tendency to micromanage her with commands of what to do and not do. The hair stroking was not what I had in mind when I had ordered the massage.

But before I could fuck it all up by barking out some other instructions, I suddenly felt this vibrant tingling over my whole spine. My hair and had never been touched like that! My mother had never given me the long, sensual hair brushing that we have all seen in old movies. My hair was never sensual to me. But this was different. Regina was starting with her fingers on my cheeks and then slowly tracing the hair from my hairline, then tenderly pulling the hair all the way to the tip.  The repetitive feeling of her fingers on my cheeks and then the long stroke was sublime. Her touch was light, but the sensation was grand. She must have sensed that I was particularly enjoying this because she kept at it for a good twenty minutes. I was beyond relaxed. It was putting me to sleep, a sexy sleep.

The weight of her body sitting on me was perfect. No guy could ever do that without either crushing me or making me quickly fatigue of it. She must have been turned on because her crotch on my back was exceedingly warm. The weight of her loveliness was pushing me into the bed, creating an extremely tight and intimate connection between us. Her dress fell softly on either side of my waist and her panties felt moist against me. I was wishing my back had a penis that was up inside her.

Finally, she moved from the hair stroking to my neck and upper back. She rubbed me with deep circular pressure, probably mimicking something she liked done to her by a professional masseur.  My nude skin welcomed the cool leather of her gloves. I loved that she was blindfolded and just had to feel her way around me. But her fingers had vision. They could see me perfectly naked and found every cell. She sunk her thumbs into my armpits and hit some pressure points that must have been hidden in there. Her touch, for such a delicate creature, was surprisingly strong and forceful as she worked my shoulders.

Still in the game, my libido was warming up quickly and surprised me by calling her to stop. She did. I coldly told her to rise up a bit so I could turn over. Then she let herself back down onto my stomach. In a whisper, I quietly ordered, “Bring your pussy up here.” And she shimmied up to my face and presented me with herself, sliding her panties to one side. And there I was… finding full passion in tasting another woman. It was my first time. As my tongue made contact, Regina twitched in reaction. Slowly, I sank into her… as she sank back into me in unison. It was a union of slave and mistress… of two loving beings.

She gyrated gently on my tongue and I moved it to caress her with careful attention. After a few moments, I discovered her secret spot… along with just the right timing and pressure she required. Her quiet whimpers and sighs were guiding me ever so precisely. Feeling her splendid thighs with my hands, I was inspired to follow them along the contour of her body. I took a grip on her waist and helped her gyration toward my mouth. Again, it was my first time ever holding a woman by her waist in such a manner. It was unlike anything I have ever felt with a man. Her waist was trim and so different from that of a man’s. This is when I really noticed how different it was to be with a woman.

My hands continued upward to her breasts. I cupped each in my hands, stimulating them in the same rhythm she was using on face. I played with the tips of her nipples at the same time. Sometimes I lowered my hands and loosened my hold to let gravity suspend each breast into my palms so I could better feel their curves. My own breasts are much larger and it was exciting to feel another woman’s smaller breasts, a different form that seemed to be every bit as feminine as my own. In this case, size definitely doesn’t matter. Body types are like personalities; each has its unique extraordinary charm.  Regina’s breasts felt delightful.

Her experience must have been heightened by the fact that she was prevented from accessing her sense of vision. She fell into some other state of consciousness that was neither of her nor of the game.  She was in rapture by passion beyond what I was reflecting to her. Watching her in this state was also new to me. Never, ever have I been able to please a partner to this level. It was a culmination of both our history together, our newfound psycho-sexual exploration, and the extended trust that comes with a vow of monogamy. And of course, the hotness of being with a woman was surely heightened by the idea that it had always been forbidden in our pasts.

She blasted into a wail of orgasm that was so saturated with raw passion that it could have only originated in her deepest psyche, an erupting volcano of truth. That sound, that primeval exaltation, could not be anything but genuine.  She was mine. In that moment, she was completely revealed to me in all her nakedness, even though she was fully clothed. Perhaps outside the game, she would be more grounded and practical with me, but no words she could say would ever be able to erase my secret glimpse into her very soul at that moment.  I saw her. I owned her.

Envious, I wondered if I was capable of exposing myself so fully. If so, I knew it could only happen with Regina… nobody else.

Her explosive satisfaction was over, but the game was still on. My id was turned on by watching her, tasting her, and feeling her. I was craving to crush all that beauty and passion.  It was time to take charge. “Did I say you could come?” I wondered aloud. “No, Mistress,” she responded as she was coming down. “So why would you pleasure yourself so magnificently without my permission?” I pushed.

As she started to respond, I cut her off with, “You disgust me. Go in the shower and watch that filth off of yourself.”   She hopped to it with a concerned “Yes Mistress.” Once she was behind the bathroom door, I told her to be sure to use the toilet because it may be a while until she gets another chance. I further instructed that after her shower, she needed to present herself to me blindfolded and naked. She understood.

During her shower, I dressed into my jeans and top, feeling relaxed and alive. I slipped into our brick red boots and pulled them over the bottom of my jeans. It’s a strong look.

A while later, the shower water stopped and in a minute, Regina emerged from the steamy bathroom in classic angel lighting.  As required, she was nude, with just the blindfold, her wet hair under the strap accented her loveliness. She took a couple timid steps into the room, fearing a bump or a trip from no vision. I told her to get on her knees… and lick my boots, which I presented to her. She didn’t reply, but immediately did exactly what I had ordered.

I directed my foot to her hands; She held it, raising it to her mouth. She was in a perfect downward dog position, her ass stretched high and her face low. I reached down to her ass and grabbed it forcefully, hanging on tight as I squeezed her flesh. It was a tad painful; she was moaning from the building ache, all while expertly licking my boot.

I released my grasp on her butt and caressed it tenderly for a few minutes to her satisfaction.  Then I commanded her to stop licking my boot and aim her head upward to lick my hand. She was getting really turned on. We both were. She focused on connecting with me through her mouth on my hand.  When she was working on sucking my thumb, I imagined it was a penis and I was getting the best blow job a guy could ever dream of. For her it was a penis, too.

I bet guys in her past, including her ex-husband, must have experienced the best blow jobs imaginable from her. She didn’t give it out of mechanical technique, but out of full devotion of herself to the task. She was the same with my four fingers in her mouth at the same time. I loved looking down on her with my fingers in her mouth. It was such a submissive image.  Then again, I’d like to think this level of passion was only possible with me. Maybe guys in her past got your basic mechanical blow job.

I told her to stop and lick my other boot. Again, she sloped into the perfect downward dog. I took my wet middle finger and ran it around her anus delicately. She was purring, a sound and sight so alluring that I had no choice but to slip my finger inside her ass. At first I went slowly… as she tried to comprehend the ecstasy of the feeling.

Then I stuck my finger in as far as possible and gently thrust in and out. When my finger was all the way in, I bent over to use my other hand on her clit and pussy. She was thrusting back at my hands to maximize her sensations. She was dripping wet and her mouth was delirious on my foot. I started fucking her hard in the ass with my middle finger and sometimes I would lift her ass a little with my finger, causing extra pressure in the top of her anus.

I sensed she was close to a giant sexual erruption and … instantly removed my hands with, “STOP!” It was hard for her, but she got a hold of herself. I continued, “You are never allowed to come without my permission first. Are we clear?” Straining for composure against her near orgasm, “Yes, Mistress. It’s clear.” “Get on all fours like a dog and wait for me.” She obeyed and waited, completely frozen in that humiliating position while I went to the bathroom to wash off my hands that she had soiled.

When I returned, I let her know that she was about to receive her punishment for having previously come without my permission. She seemed willing to take her lumps. I had her lie on her back and put on her leather opera gloves again. I took off my boots and put them on her instead.