Owning Regina: Diary of my unxpected passion for another woman (30 page)

I wondered, since she was the one who initiated the game, did she all of the sudden want to be dominant? She certainly looked the part in her femme fatale outfit.

But I wasn’t in the mood to be submissive to my own freaking slave.  It was time to jump into my bitch self and ask, “Yes, slave, exactly what did you want to say?”  Slave Regina, in full game mode, shot back, “I have missed you terribly dear Mistress. I’m lost without your discipline.”

Feeling more and more of the edginess of the game developing, I said, “And so you took it upon yourself to enter my world?” She nodded. I approached her quickly and grabbed her face firmly. “A nod is not a respectful answer.” And I slapped her face briskly, causing her to involuntarily let out a little scream. After recovering, she looked at me deeply in the eyes and pleaded, “I crave you, Mistress.”

“No more chatter from you,” I scolded sharply. Then I continued with, “Stand up.”  She stood obediently. I reached up her skirt and removed her panties, then hiked up her skirt to allow full access to her pussy and stunning ass.  Handing the edges of the skirt to her hands, I had her hold her own skirt up for me.  I sat on the sofa and told her, “Pretend I am a man in a high-end strip club and give me a lap dance. When the bouncers aren’t watching, kissing and fondling is okay.” “Thank you, Mistress,” she beamed with flames of lust in her eyes.

Straddling me, she put part of her weight across my thighs as I sat. Slowly, she gyrated and started caressing her tits. She wasn’t doing it as a mere gesture; from her core she was emotionally immersed in and connected to the scene. We were both really warming up.

After a while, she reached over with both hands and started playing with my breasts. First her hands were over my turtleneck, but soon she had slipped her hands up my shirt. I paused briefly to undo my bra. When her warm hands hit the raw skin of my breasts, it was unbelievable.

She was slowly riding my thighs while playing with my breasts in perfect rhythm.  A moment later, I was treated to her lips contacting mine in a loose mouth kiss that rambled and rolled from my face to my ears to my mouth to my neck.  I put my middle finger between her legs from the back as she continued her lap dance. My fingers gently traced the moisture of her pussy. Once my fingers were completely wet, I slowly stuck my middle finger up inside her.  That caused her to make these yummy moaning sounds as I started thrusting my middle finger in and out.

I slid my body down the sofa between her legs so that my mouth was right at her clit as she clutched the back of the couch, kneeling on the cushions over my face. With my finger still penetrating her, I tenderly massaged her clit with my tongue.

Gauging her reactions carefully, I would alternate licking with pushing my tongue into her vagina alongside my finger.  She was a flaming mess of erotic frenzy, moaning and jerking and borderline crying.  Sensing she was extremely close, I thrust into her harder and deeper with my finger. She was starting to tremble from over stimulation combined with her thighs weakening from the thrusting in the lap dance. She exploded into a painfully sexy moan with a very strained utterance of, “I love you, Mistress. I love you.”

The smoke had cleared, I told her to go clean up, compose herself, change into some of my jammies upstairs and then call me when she was nice and calm. “Yes, Mistress.”  She complied with relaxed joy in her voice.

A while later, she called me up to the bedroom. I hugged her warmly to make a nice connection for a moment.  Then I told her, “Your outfit tonight was quite dominant and audacious for a slave. To deepen your understanding of me, we need to switch perspectives. I want you to chain me spread-eagled, face down on the bed with each of my arms and legs secured to the bedpost so that there is no way for me to escape. You will use your creativity and intuition to get me to come by any means possible, gesturing to my growing box of kink toys on the closet floor. I don’t want to hear a peep from your mouth.  Is that perfectly clear?”

She knelt down before me and clearly nodded silently in order to obey my command of silence. I put my hand on her throat as she knelt there. “Just because I will be restrained doesn’t mean you are in control. You will always be my slave,” I sternly reminded.  Then I slapped her lovely cheek quite firmly. She took my hand and kissed the palm gently, assuring me that she was still my pet.

I knelt down to her level, looked straight in her eyes, and then indicated she should stand over me, which she did. “You may now execute my command.”

She stared down at me for a moment, coming to grips with her new dominant authority. I stared back, ordering her with my eyes to take charge.

SLAP!  She shocked me with a cold clap to my face. She did it with unflinching resolve and, being solidly in character, gave no hint of remorse. At first I was taken aback. She seemed to have moved too quickly and easily to the dominant mindset. It was almost instant, and especially out-of-place coming from and adorable girl in pajamas.

But then again, I did get the sense she was deeply invested in the slave role and wanted to please me to the strongest degree. If I ordered her to be dominant, she would be dominant. If I ordered her to lick my feet, she would do that just as obediently… with full passion to please me. Still, I can’t believe she hauled off and slapped me in the face without apology.

Relationship experts say that sexual partners do to their mate what they like done to themselves.  I thought this would be interesting to see what Regina would do to me sexually when given free reign. I thought perhaps I would discover some deeper ways to please her. But mostly, I wanted to feel her authority.

After the slap, she stared at me coldly for a moment before guiding me to standup. Once I was standing, she stripped me naked with clinical detachment, tossing my clothes on the floor in a pile.  But she made me put back on our brick red boots, which really turned me on.

In the same detached expression, she directed me to lie on the bed. Then she went to my toy box in the closet and pulled out 4 lengths of heavy chain with which she chained my ankles and wrists to the corner bedposts. The cold steel felt intimidating on my wrists. The pressure of the chain through the leather on my boots was a delight.

Being facedown with my nude ass exposed, I felt really vulnerable as Regina’s mistress. The possibilities of what could come were extremely arousing. There could be kisses, a massage, a whipping, or even something shoved up my ass. It was all at Regina’s whim. I decided to completely give up control and go with the idea of being a bottom.

She rooted around in my underwear drawer and came up with my corset, which she put around my waist. She began lacing and cinching tighter than I have ever felt!  She must have spent 10 minutes pulling and gathering until my torso was so constricted that only the shallowest of breathing was permitted.

I had created a monster. She wasn’t done yet. She took her wide leather collar that she had been wearing and strapped it around my neck, cinching it to the tightest notch. Now who was the slave! The collar said it all. It was like Wonder Woman’s lasso. Whoever is in its grasp is rendered completely helpless and submissive.

She found a knitted wool hat in my closet and pulled it over my head, all the way over my eyes.  Then she disappeared for a couple minutes, presumably to go to the garage. When she returned, she had some duct tape and made dozens of runs around my head over the knitted hat. It was scary to feel completely blindfolded like that. There was no chance in hell I would ever be able to see a single thing. The compression of all the tape was so tight that I wouldn’t even be able to open my eyelids if my life depended on it.

Next, she shoved my own dirty sock in my mouth (the ones I was wearing in my boots before she stripped me down).  Continuing with the duct tape treatment by going around and around the back of my head over the knit cap and across my mouth, sealing in the sock. Only my nostrils were exposed. It was really frightening. There was literally no way for me to talk or end the game with “That was some kind of crazy day I had.” Basically, I was fucked.

She straddled me, sitting over my ass, and then reached in front to play with my tits. It was wildly exciting to be so helpless and objectified under her. She kissed my neck and gently squeezed my nipples with little pulses of pressure. As I got more and more turned on, my breathing became more difficult; I couldn’t get very much air through my nose, especially with the corset constriction.

She sat upright over my ass. With one hand, she began massaging my vulva.  With the other hand, she was rubbing my back above the corset. I was really getting turned on, to say the least.

Again, she disappeared for a moment. When she returned, she straddled my corset, facing toward my feet. She played with my ass gently for a bit before I felt some lube being applied to my asshole. I felt a rounded, elongated object slowly entering me in the ass. (I would later find out it was the handle of my designer ice cream scoop that was inside a condom). She penetrated it really deep inside me with one hand as she played with my clit with her other hand. I was struggling to breathe against the corset and duct taped mouth and it was quite terrifying to be blindfolded and restrained at the same time. After the scoop handle was all the way inside me, she left it there and inserted a dormant vibrator up my pussy. With the exception of my nose, every orifice I had was either covered or filled.

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.