Owning Regina: Diary of my unxpected passion for another woman (35 page)

It was luxurious to be so relaxed and free with each other. Our relationship felt like old friends, even though we didn’t have the 10-year history that it usually takes to cultivate that kind of bond.

After a while one thing led to another and we made out with some kissing and loving. It was really vanilla and delightful.

Today was the big day she would come to dinner at my parents to meet my family. We decided to watch a movie and then catch the afternoon yoga class. It would feel great to hit the yoga mat after such a sunny morning together.

For our mid-morning film fair, we decided to watch “Imagine Me & You” (2005), pulled from a blogger’s list of top 10 lesbian flix. We wanted to explore our newfound world.

The film didn’t disappoint. It’s the story of two female friends who gradually become lovers, interrupting the straight marriage plans for one of the girls. It’s a really sweet movie and had a nice effect on us. I spent the majority of the movie rubbing Regina’s feet, much to her great satisfaction.

After the movie, I pulled her Helmut Newton book from the piano and we sat in bed comparing our thoughts on the photos… which ones we liked best, which ones were the kinkiest, who looked the hottest.  Regina’s favorite photograph was the one of director David Lynch holding the throat of his stunning model of a wife, Isabella Rossellini. They were standing up, both fully clothed. But the photo was overflowing with steam! His hand is holding her delicate throat with her head back as she anticipates the darkness of her lover. Her heavy eye shadow accents the mood of sultry danger.

Both Regina and I thought it was the sexiest picture in the book. The S&M implications were strong and implied and the sexuality of the two completely transcends their sexual orientation and/or gender.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Regina went down to answer it. Low and behold it was Victoria!  She asked if Regina’s name was Regina and was delighted to learn it was.  How on Earth did Victoria know I was at Regina’s? But even more confusing was the question of how she found Regina’s address! Victoria launched into an enthusiastic monologue:

VICTORIA

Oh my
God, you’re as pretty as Meg says! You may think this is weird, but one time Meg described where you live on this block and I remembered it! Three years ago, I lived at number 450 just a few houses down.  So when I was driving by just now and saw Meg’s car, I knew this had to be you! And look at you! No wonder she’s in love!!

REGINA

And you must be Victoria.

As Regina was blushing and trying figure out this person,
I joined them at the door and greeted Victoria. She continued:

VICTORIA

Don’t mind me. I won’t stay. But when I saw the car, I just couldn’t wait to meet you!

Meg, may I have a word with Regina in private?

We both looked at each other in fear. What was Victoria’s deal? What was she going to say? But Regina gave a sheepish nod and Victoria seized the opportunity by taking Regina’s arm and leading her out the door to the sidewalk.
Feeling awkward, I closed the door and waited inside, wondering if Victoria was going to say something annoying.

A minute later, Regina entered alone, saying Victoria said to tell me “bye” and that she had to get going.  I quickly pounced on Regina with, “What did she say?” Regina told me that Victoria looked at her for a long time with an extremely serious face and finally said, “Nobody’s ever made Meg this happy.”  Regina felt really touched. I concurred, “Well, she’s right.”  Regina lit up a warm smile and said, “I feel the same about you.”

Later, we both went to yoga in boots. Regina wore our brick boots with a casual skirt and I wore my thigh high boots with my jeans tucked in. Even though my boots were high, the look was bohemian casual with the contrast of an earthy oversize sweater.  We rode her electric Vespa to class with me on the back. We were feeling very close to each other and laughing at the occasional ogling from people en route.

As we got off the bike and headed to class, our natural instinct was to hold hands. But right as we were about to enter the room, we suddenly became self-conscious of our handholding and separated.  Regina said, “Screw it,” and took my hand back so that we entered holding hands.  The funny thing was, nobody gave the slightest reaction about us entering as a couple. I think we looked cute. Who wouldn’t want to be seen in such a joyful state of romance?

Class felt amazing, despite the fact that we were both a little crampy from our in-sync periods. It’s so great that we both have yoga in common, a practice that could keep us healthy and trim our whole lives. 

After class, we changed back into our regular clothes and waited in the hallway to signup for the next 6-week session.  But the signup lady wasn’t going to be there for a half hour, so we sat on the stairs to wait. 

As we were talking, Regina was mindlessly tracing the stitching on my thigh-highs with her finger, the type of action people usually do when doodling on a post-it. She was cute as could be and her finger tracing was turning me on.

After conversing a bit about yoga, Regina was timidly trying to get into another topic that was on her mind. The conversation went like this:

REGINA

Did you ever want to…
um…

ME

What?

REGINA

I don’t know. Forget it.

ME

Hey
. You can’t do that! Did I ever want to what?

REGINA

It’s nothing.

ME

Regina, c’mon.

REGINA

Fine. I think it would be fun to start a new game.

ME

Instead of the one we play now?

REGINA

No… i
n addition to it.  I love our game!! This would be another version for when we are in a different mood. You know… sometimes you want to play volleyball and sometimes you want to do yoga.

ME

I really don’t have the urge to play volleyball, but
tell me more.

REGINA

Ok. You know how I like to be tied up?

ME

What? You like to be tied up? That’s some freaky shit.

REGINA

Ha
ha.

ME

Sorry. Go on.

REGINA

Sometimes, I think it would be fun to be tied up by you… and not the Mistress
.

ME

I don’t think I could be mean to you as
myself and yourself.

REGINA

I wouldn’t want you to be
mean. We would save that for “The Game.”

ME

Ok. What would this new game look like?

REGINA

It would be fun if you, Meg, had the right to tie me up in everyday life. It would be more playful.  We wouldn’t have to start the game or end the game with the code phases.

ME

I’m listening.

REGINA

What if, whenever the mood strikes you, you tie me up, spank me or whatever? But it would be in the spirit of fun. We could have dinner and talk or watch a movie together while I’m tied up. I could be around the house in bondage. It’s just like “The Game” but it is in the spirit of playfulness and being ourselves.  It wouldn’t have to be so sexual.

ME

Mmm
hmm.  What would the rules be?

REGINA

Just three rules:

1)
      
Only you could decide when to tie me up or untie me. I would never be able to initiate it or end it.

2)
    
When I’m tied up, we act like ourselves and do regular things at home and have regular conversations. The only thing that would be off limits is talk about Tucker. It would feel weird to be tied up and talking about Tucker.

ME

Can I spank you or whip you? Can I fuck you
?

REGINA

There’s not much I could do to stop you if I’m restrained.

ME

And what’s the last rule?

REGINA

The third rule is: If I’m tied up, you need to help me avoid real life trouble… like being late to work or missing an urgent phone call because I’m tied up. 

ME

You’ve certainly thought this all through already.

What would you get out of this new game that the old game can’t provide?

REGINA

It would give me that feeling of being your toy without having to have sex… like for my period. It would feel good to have you be in control in daily platonic life. I know this sounds weird.

ME

Platonic life?

REGINA

Whatever. You know what I mean.

ME

Can I tie you up in public?

REGINA

I’ll let you be the judge of that.
If it feels safe and fun, then sure.

ME

Maybe we could be at a party and
joke with people that you’re the designated driver and we did that so you won’t drink.

REGINA
Ooooooo. Yeah!

ME

This sounds fun!!

REGINA

You’re cool with it all?

ME

It might be really fun to have you as my little tied up pet.

REGINA

But I would still be me.

ME

I got that. And of course, your Mistress can still initiate the darker game at will, right?

REGINA

She sure better!

All kinds of fun ideas started darting through my mind about having Regina under restraint in daily life. It would be everything I even dreamed about in a partner. She would be available for me at every moment.  For the first time in my life, it would be full acknowledgement of my kinky sexual orientation to my partner. This would be the end of shame around the subject! We could both live freely and be our complete and natural selves around each other. Awesome!

I extended my hand to Regina to shake on the deal. With some deep and happy eye contact, we sealed the arrangement with a firm business shake.  If nothing else, this contract was further proof that I own Regina. I love owning my lover. That has never happened in my life!

After yoga, we each returned to our respective homes for a little chill time before getting ready for the big dinner at my parent’s house. To be honest, I was a little nervous about how they all would react to Regina…well, more specifically, how they would react to me being with a girl.  I was thinking it was going to be fun to introduce Jenna and her husband Mark to my newfound gayness.  Hopefully their brains wouldn’t melt.

At 6pm, I called Regina to see if she was ready for me to pick her up. She was, so I headed over. When she met me at the door, she was wearing a cute off white striped tunic with leggings and our brick boots. It played nicely off my purple turtleneck, jeans, and high clogs. (Even though it was sunny and bright, the air still felt breezy and cool.)

Seeing her quickly turned me horny.  We were supposed to be heading out for a 6:30 dinner, but I couldn’t help needing a little relief.  I barged into Regina’s house with a “Wait here a second” and went straight to her laundry closet for a length of the cotton clothesline I had seen on a shelf previously.  I returned with the clothesline and quickly tied Regina’s hands behind her back (to her utter delight). “Boy”, she remarked, “You’re not wasting any time with my request!” “No I’m not,” I shot back. “The thing is,” I continued, “ Rather than being normal, I really feel the need to be mean to you. Is that cool?” She sent me a warm smile with “I’m yours, however you need me.”