Owning Regina: Diary of my unxpected passion for another woman (32 page)

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 sale 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.

When I arrived, Tucker greeted me at the door with a playful mood.  He was eager to show me a new Lego space station he had built and whisked me toward his room. As we breezed by the kitchen, I caught a glimpse of my love in an apron at the stove. She was cooking onions and didn’t bother to pause to formally greet me. I played it coy with a simple, “Hey, Regina.” She smiled, returning the “Hey.”

Tucker spent about 15 minutes showcasing every single detail of his space station. I was thinking, “Enough already, kid. I really need to go flirt with your mom.”  But he eventually was forced to finish as Regina called us to the table for garden burgers with grilled onions.

Dinner was great. All three of us told stories and joked around.  Things suddenly got a little dicey when Tucker surprised the table with, “Did you know my mom has a lover?”  “Oh, really?” I responded anxiously, “Who is it?”

Regina looked really nervous and started to blush! I was quite eager to learn the answer from Tucker. In a split second, my mind was racing through possible scenarios that Tucker was referring too. Though I doubted Regina really had a lover, my eyes were locked on to Tucker’s mouth to see the words of truth the moment they escaped his lips.

And then they came… “She’s in love with Brock. She wants him to knock on her door and sweep her away,” spouted Tucker. “Oh, really?” I pressed while trying to contain my flaring jealousy. I turned to Regina and coldly pushed, “I’ve never heard of this, Brock.”  Regina was composing her answer in her brain when Tucker jumped in with, “He’s the rich businessman on her soap opera. Every girl on the show is crazy about him.” Phew!! Well! At least that was some kind of relief… I guessed. But even though it was only a soap character, I still had thoughts racing. I excused myself to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, I texted Regina as fast as my thumbs could fly. Here’s the text conversation:

ME

“
WTFFFFFF?  Are you straight?”

REGINA

Haha
!! You might be over thinking it!! Let’s talk after Tux’s dad picks him up.  I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!

ME

Ok. Coming out now.  Fuck.

When I rejoined them at the table, I led with, “Did you guys know today is Friday the 13
th
?  They smiled and we all talked about the validity of superstitions and whether we have any. Of course, Regina and I were trying to have a different conversation via our eye contact. But it wasn’t really working and seemed to satisfy neither of our emotional questions for each other.

We bounced along several topics of conversation until the end of dinner.  Afterward, Regina poured me a cognac and we sat in the living room by the piano.  I asked if she would play me a song, but she demurred and insisted that she was a sucky piano player, only keeping the piano for Tucker.  But he boasted that she was a fabulous player. With that, I urged Regina to play.  But she flat out refused with, “How about them Giants?”  Which basically means, the case is closed.

Luckily, Alex showed up to pick up Tucker. Regina introduced me as her “dear friend, Meg.” Fair enough.  Alex was not like I expected. I think I had been expecting one of those rich business types, clean cut, type A, who abuses substances and women in direct contradiction to their clean cut appearance.  But Alex, on the other hand, was artistic looking and had the air of a Robert Downey, Jr.  His goatee and intensely focused eyes pulsated his Scorpio vibe. He was quite handsome and charming. It’s easy to see why Regina was initially attracted to him.

Tucker seemed to be drawn to him as they joked around and teased each other. But their rapport was nothing close the bond I had seen between Tucker and his mom. Surprisingly, Alex was flirting with me… at least that was the vibe he gave off. Like drugs and alcohol, sex was probably another one of the weapons in his coping quiver.  In reading Regina, I could tell that she picked up on his flirting with me. I’m sure she has seen that side of him a hundred times during their relationship. Between the two of them, the air was cool but taut. There was a subtext of bad history mixed with the love that once was.

Tucker grabbed his stuff, hugged Regina and I, and off they went.

Before I could draw a sip of cognac to help change gears, Regina dove right in to the Brock thing. The conversation went like this:

REGINA

He’s just a guy on TV. It’s stupid.

ME

But he’s a guy! Are you attracted to guys? It makes me wonder if we can be in this for the long haul?

REGINA

What the hell? The whole point of this relationship is that we both finally realized that we are neither straight nor gay. Our sexual identity is kink.
It is about fitting together.

ME

Well, yeah.

REGINA

Don’t you ever fantasize about some other parallel life that has nothing to do with reality?

ME

But he’s a man. I’m not a man.

REGINA

Don’t you think living that life in a mansion and having more money than God would be fun?  Wouldn’t it feel good for a guy to lavish you with expensive gifts and take you on vacations to Monaco?  It’s just a stupid fantasy.

ME

I’m putting all of myself into this relationship.  Since I met you, I haven’t fantasized about wanting a different life
... or man. When we met, I finally felt like my true self had been realized beyond any other needs.

REGINA

Me too!  The
TV show is escapism for me. It’s just a way to unwind. You can’t read that much into it. If I fantasize about living in an 18
th
century French Chateau, that doesn’t mean I really want that in real life.

ME

Can’t you see how it’s confusing for me?

REGINA

We can’t be the thought police!  If you read a novel, I’m not going to be offended if you have feelings for the protagonist, even if it’s a dude.  It’s a fucking character.  You know who you are to me. You know how I adore you!  I want to be your slave and have you piss in my face. What more could I possibly do to I prove that I’m crazy about you and devoted to our relationship?

In fact, she was right. No matter how great Brock is, I’m the one who is tying up Regina. I’m the one whose feet she licks. I’m the one who spanks her until she cries. I’m the one she trusted with Tucker today.

We stared at each other as I released my doubts and jealousy.  I dropped to my knees in a heartfelt submissive manner and hugged her legs softly. “I’m sorry, Regina. I feel so good about our relationship that it seems precarious at times. How can two people have it this good? It makes me think there is another shoe that will drop at some point. ”

Regina stroked my hair softly for a while, accepting my apology. “Stay on your knees”, she commanded in an emotionless monotone. I remained posed in the submissive position… as her slave.  It felt sexy and dark to acquiesce to her command. Even though it was not in the context of the game, it felt healthy to submit to her.

She went to the piano, taking a seat on the bench. After a contemplative pause, her fingers pressed the keys and she started to play a song.  The music flowed as if it being played by a master talent. The song was full and rich modern classical music in the vein of a Philip Glass composition. There was no melody at all. It was just a swirling, rolling, melding of musical waves. It was the audio version of
starling
murmurations… you know, when thousands of birds flock together to create memorizing black patterns in the sky. That was Regina’s music.  It was especially intoxicating as I knelt before her.

After about two minutes, BLAM! She stopped cold. The abrupt silence felt like a jump into an icy lake. She looked at me to gauge my satisfaction. Her look was cute, kind of like she was an embarrassed teenager after performing at the school talent show. I told her it was amazing.  She deflected my compliment, then rose from the piano bench, took my hands and raised me to my feet.

It was delightful that she felt comfortable enough with me to share her playing. In fact, it was her song. She made it up on the spot and said she had never played it before… basically just freely jamming. That was her style and she lamented that she never learned to play proper piano.

Feeling much closer, we put our hands around each other’s waists, pulling in close. We kissed and kissed in an amazing connection. It was really getting me moist. I swear, if I were a guy I would want to take my dick out and bend her over the piano!

But then, she spoke quietly… “Can you believe how blue the sky was today?” Before I could answer, she continued, “I’m here to serve you, Mistress.” My ears welcomed this sentence; especially since a moment earlier I was in a submissive position. But I was definitely in the mood to top her.

Popping into mistress mode, I demanded she find her homemade leather (haut-couture) collar and strap it onto herself tightly.

“Yes, Mistress,” she eagerly responded before heading toward her room.

A moment later, she returned with the collar on, her head down and awaiting my next command. She had taken my request very seriously regarding the tightness of the collar.  The skin on either side of it was puckered with redness. “You need to go outside and cut your self a switch from the ash tree that I will use to punish you.  The thinner the stick, the more blows you must endure. If you choose a thicker stick, I will use fewer blows… but they will hurt 10 times as much,” I explained coldly. Then I clarified it with, “In other words, choose the thinner one if you want more welts and whip tracks on your skin. Choose the heavier one if you prefer bruises instead. “Yes, Mistress. I understand,” she answered solemnly.

I took a seat on the piano bench to wait.  As I sat, she broke my moment of relaxation with, “Mistress, may I have permission to get a knife from the kitchen to cut the switch?”  After thinking just a beat, I granted her request with a condition attached… “First, you must bring me our boots and put them on me.”

She went to her room to fetch the boots. When she returned, she helped me into the boots with the skill of a shoe salesgirl from Barney’s. It felt special and important to have an attendant who provided such excellent service to me.