ME
Sure. C’mon over.
REGINA
The boys are going to be so psyched to watch Blaze Man 3 on your huge TV!
ME
And I will be excited to have clean dishes! Just kidding. I just want to hang out with you both and get to know Tucker more.
REGINA
See you soon.
ME
Do me a favor, Regina.
REGINA
Anything.
ME
Can you please wear something simple that won’t trigger my crazy lust for you?
REGINA
Don’t worry. See you soon.
ME
See you soon.
I did a once-over on my place to make sure it was kid friendly and kink-free. A little while later, they all showed up. Regina, ever the lovely and fashionable one, had followed my request and wore a basic A-line dress in a muted plum. And for shoes, she wore some Keds; only a teacher would own those.
Tucker came right in and gave me a full-blown hug… like he meant it. Either he had attached to me somehow or Regina had been singing my praises… or a combination of both. At first I was a little surprised and didn’t know how firmly to reciprocate the hug. But I quickly yielded and startled myself by giving him a kiss right on his mouth! I surely didn’t plan that. It just kind of came out of me… as if I was his dear aunt.
Right after that, bouncing Jason (Tucker’s acrobatic friend) comes in with full boy energy. He said “hi” and then immediately went into, “Watch this!” Then he dove into a handstand, which morphed into a roll. My banister heading upstairs caught his eye, “Cool!” He proceeded to climb the stairs from the outside of the banister to the alarm of Regina. “Jason,” she quickly intervened in her teacher voice, “that’s not the best idea. C’mon down please.” He quickly obeyed. As he was coming down, he picked something off the floor and exclaimed, “Hey look! The world’s tiniest key!”
Taking a look in his hand, I was mortified and instantly blushed as I realized he was holding my handcuff key!! Shit. I grabbed it from his hand with, “Great. Thanks for finding that key to my jewelry box! It’s pretty small alright.”
They had only been in my place a few seconds and I was already feeling both stupefied and eager to please. Two full-on boys and my beautiful lesbian lover. Nice combo. I didn’t know whom to give my attention. So I started with some introductory small talk with the boys about school and their interests.
I asked Jason about his family and was confused when he told me he has no idea how many brothers and sisters he has because some move out to go to college or their own place and others move in. Regina, sensing my confusion, chimed in with “Jason’s parents run a foster home. He has a lot of brothers and sisters.” If that was the case, Jason sure seemed well-adjusted and outgoing. He and Tucker seemed really close and would finish each other’s sentences.
I started the popcorn and set the boys up with their movie in the living room. They were delighted by the size of my screen and the sound of the stereo quality as the trailers played. I turned to Regina:
ME
Can I pour you a drink?
REGINA
No thanks. I’m fine. Do you want to watch Blaze Man?
ME
No. I’d rather sit on the veranda and chat with you?
REGINA
I’ll clean your dishes. You can sit and talk to me.
ME
(After a chuckle)
Boy, you really want to do the dishes don’t you?
REGINA
Yes, Mistress.
ME
What!!!!!! Shhhhhhh!!
(Whispering)
We’re not playing that!
REGINA
Sorry. It kind of slipped out.
ME
(Pointing to the pile of dishes)
Help yourself.
Regina flashed a warm smile and hopped to washing the dishes.
REGINA
Have you ever seen Blaze Man?
ME
(Taking seat on the counter)
Of course. Who hasn’t.
Last year we did a commercial tie-in for Blaze Man 2.
REGINA
How cool. Did you get to meet the actors?
ME
No. They just gave us movie footage to work with.
(Pause)
What did you do today?
REGINA
Mostly just graded papers while Jason and Tucker played Legos and made parachutes out of plastic baggies.
ME
You missed washing off some of the soap on that plate. See the bubbles?
REGINA
You’re right. Sorry.
She appeared to have instantly and unexpectedly shifted into her slave personality and seemed ashamed and embarrassed by her mistake. We hadn’t enacted the game, but somehow… we seemed to have slipped into it.
ME
I don’t want to be embarrassed if a guest comes over and discovers that my dishes haven’t been rinsed properly.
REGINA
Please forgive me.
Realizing that things could quickly get out of hand with us, I hoped off the counter and approached her from behind, firmly pulling her by the throat so that her ear was close to my mouth as I whispered: “That was some kind of crazy day I had.” It worked. Her eyes changed personalities and I could see Regina again. I continued, “I’m going to go watch Blaze Man with the boys. Come join me.” Continuing with the dishes, she responded, “I’ll be right out.” Just then, the popcorn was done. I took it with me to join the boys on the sofa as Regina kept at the dishes.
The boys seemed happy to see me joining them. I think there is no easier fit than young boys with cute women in their mid-20’s. (Of course, that is assuming they would find me cute.)
We watched the movie for quite a while, maybe twenty minutes, before I started to wonder what happened to Regina. Wasn’t she coming? I excused myself to go check on her.
When I arrived at the kitchen, I spied on her quietly for a moment. She was scrubbing a dish in her rubber gloves. But hear head was clearly somewhere else, some kind of daydream. She had that look that I had only seen on her when she was completely aroused. Was washing the dishes that hot for her? Was she really digging it that much? There was a deeper thought going on.
Stealthily, I crept up on her, then softly surprised her with a gentle hug from the back. She recoiled as if caught red-handed doing something naughty. “Hey,” I said, “ why don’t you come join me on the couch?” She looked at me, mildly ashamed and responded, “Sorry, I’m about done.” But when I looked in her eyes, I could see she was still in some kind of fantasy. I gently slid my hand down her hips and slowly went under her skirt where I pushed up against her vulva. Her panties were dripping wet! She was on fire.
Completely surprised by how turned on she was (by merely washing the dishes), I figured I needed to take charge right away. “Can you believe how blue the sky is today?” I wondered out loud. She snapped into slave mode, “Yes, Mistress.”
I continued to spell out my demands by whispering coldly in her ear,” Listen, I’m very disappointed in you. I’m going to give you one order. Then I am going to go away. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mistress,” she answered in near ecstasy. I continued my dark whisper, “You need to go upstairs to my room, put on my boots, and get yourself off. Then I need you to put yourself together and go away. I’m expecting my friend Regina to join me in the living room to watch a movie. Are we clear?” “Yes, Mistress,” she whispered back. “Fine,” I said, “Good bye.” I kissed her ear and whispered, “That was some kind of crazy day I had.”
Regina, still the slave, understood that the game was over for me but not for her. She took off her gloves and headed upstairs, completely ignoring me as Meg.
There we were, trying to have a platonic afternoon together and she has to go get herself all worked up washing
the dishes. It had the effect of getting my head in the same space, especially since I knew she would be upstairs wearing boots and masturbating. Suddenly, I wanted to go upstairs and join her, instead of going back to the boys.
But acting as the big girl I am, I took a deep breath and let out a sigh to expel my sexual energy. I poured a couple glasses of sparkling water to take to the movie for Regina and I to enjoy once she would finally show up.
The thought crossed my mind that the boundaries of the game were getting blurred and misused. This could lead to trouble. It was the first time that I had given orders within the game and then exited the game while one of us was still playing. I wondered if that was okay or if we would start getting messed up. It could certainly lead to big complications, especially when we are out in public or with friends and family. I think it would be best to keep the game completely separate and go back to the rigid border rules.
The thing is, Regina seemed to have drifted into slave mode while washing my dishes without having a formal start to the game. Fuck. Just imagine if she does that at work or some inappropriate setting. She could get fired, embarrassed, or in some kind of trouble. Or I could. Yeah, we certainly need rules!
After I had been back with the boys… right at the part where Blaze Man and his girlfriend had been captured by the Russians at gunpoint, Regina shows up. And yes, it was the real Regina. She looked like she had just come from a day at the spa. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were bright and happy. She was bouncy and light. No trace of the slave anywhere to be found as I handed her mineral water. The boys were happy to see her too. It was a better energy when we were all there and present.
A few moments later, Blaze Man’s female sidekick was literally chained at the neck to a dungeon floor as a giant drill was coming down from the ceiling to skewer her. She and Blaze were breathing through a scuba tank setup because the bad guys had removed all the air from the dungeon. Blaze Man, forced to watch her demise by being handcuffed to a machine, was helpless to rescue her. The bad guys had rendered his powers useless by keeping oxygen out of the room. (In case you didn’t know, Diary, Blaze Man can only use his powers of fire when there is air in the room).
Regina and I exchanged flirty glances as the bondage of the girl was featured in a prolonged shot. “Don’t worry, Mom,” reassured Tucker, “they are going to be okay. Watch.” Regina responded with an obvious bluff, “How awful to be tied up like that! It would be so scary!!” I shot her a condemning look.
At first, Regina had been sitting in the armchair at the side of the sofa. But to be closer to the popcorn, she squeezed in between me and the sofa arm. The order was, Jason, Tucker, me, and Regina, all sitting in a line. It felt nice to me. It felt like we were all connected and that I was included in Regina’s life. Even though it was just the experience of watching a movie, it was a form of connecting us all.
Luckily, for the tied up girl in the movie, Blaze Man kicked the valve off the top of her scuba tank, causing oxygen to escape all over the room. His fire super powers had enough air to be activated. He shot bolts of flames like spears through the bad guys and freed his girl by burning off her chain with laser-focused fire. Too bad, I think Regina and I could have use a little more time of her squirming.
At one point, Regina grabbed my hand as she eagerly watched the plot unfold. That contact melted me. I wanted to hug her and snuggle with her. Too bad. It was a little premature in our relationship to be having PDA’s in front of Tucker.
When the movie was over, Regina made comments about having to leave to get back home with the boys. But the boys protested and nagged and wanted to hang out more. I assumed they were both enjoying being in a new space with new energy. I think the chemistry between Regina and I also created a good feeling for them. That type of chemistry is appealing to anybody. It feels safe and fun. It feels joyful. Who doesn’t love to be around the feelings of joy?
To help things along, I offered up, “Sure, we can hang out and I’ll order Mexican food for dinner. Maybe we can play a board game afterwards. Of course, after that, we’d have to hit Mr. and Mrs. Miscellaneous Ice Cream Store on the way back to your house.”
There was an chorus of “Please! Please! Please!” from the kids. It was a quadruple win and Regina could stop pretending she had to leave.
So that’s what we did. It was really fun. We ordered Mexican and played several rounds of a game called Telestrations, which proved to be quite a hit with the boys, even though they may have been a tad young for it. I suck at drawing but it didn’t matter in this game. It’s a variation of the classic telephone game that uses crude drawing to communicate ideas. There was laughter all around. In fact, we all seemed so free and light playing together. I think Regina was delighted by the idea that I could fit with Tucker and Jason so easily. In other words, the kids seemed to have not only approved of me, but really enjoyed my company too.
The evening perfectly illustrated the contrast of Regina’s sexual and vanilla personalities. Here was this quintessential mommy playing board games and watching movies with her boy when, just a few minutes earlier she was pleasuring herself with the kinky thoughts of being sexually controlled by another woman.
It’s funny how she can be such an adored and respected schoolteacher and then have this wildly kinky streak. Then again, I guess I’m the same way. I have my work life that is so different from my sexual life. But for me, the contrast between the two worlds seems less sharp because I am a single and have no child depending on me. If Regina weren’t a mommy or didn’t have a teaching job, I wonder if she would be wild across her whole life.
That’s stupid. Of course, she wouldn’t. She would just be Regina with the same kinky needs. She would still be a vegetarian with a great fashion sense. She would probably balance it all just like I do. Sex may bleed into my real world, but there is still an overall sense of compartmentalization.
That’s where it gets tricky with our game. It should be perfectly compartmentalized. But as I saw in the dishwashing episode, Regina is really longing to serve me… so much so that she may drop her compartmentalizing walls down when it’s not appropriate. I think we should have a sit-down talk about it all and make the rules explicitly clear. We don’t need problems. Most importantly, we don’t want to do anything to cause confusion or unease for Tucker or the others in our lives.
After the evening at my house, we all went to ice cream on the way to Regina’s. I drove my own car so that I could get back once Regina and the boys were home. The boys wanted to ride with me, leaving Regina in her own car! I was flattered and so was Regina. To the boys, I figure they were excited about the chance to change it up a bit with something/someone new. Of course, I had to blast the radio, roll down the windows, and hit the crazy San Francisco hill crests with enough speed to make the kids laugh their heads off.
After the ice cream date, we went straight to their house. It was late. Regina told the boys to immediately go brush their teeth and put on their jammies. They each gave me a hug before heading off. It was so sweet!
Regina ended up walking me to my car. We were both smiling at the nice time we had all evening. When I was getting in my car, there was a moment where we ended up staring at each other as enchanted lovers. We kissed. It was a sweet and lovely kiss, without kink. The kissing made me feel really in love. We were in lust too, but this kiss was about honesty and appreciation of each other. I love Regina!
--- SUNDAY APRIL 8 --- Out and About
I woke up this morning feeling great about life. There were no plans to see Regina. Of course, that’s what I said yesterday before the whole dishwashing and Blaze Man business.
But I think Regina and I felt comfortable in letting the day pass without being too clingy. That kiss last night will keep me going for quite a while.
Instead of drinking my coffee at home, I decided to cruise over to Pacific Heights to have breakfast at The Grove, a hip coffee joint I’ve always liked. It’s fun to go there because I can wi
ndow shop in some of the most exclusive shops in San Francisco. Once I saw some Donna Karan boots there that were $1,920! Really, I’m not shitting! The funny thing was, they looked like they were worth every penny. It’s hard for many people to understand what separates a two thousand dollar pair of boots from a pair that costs two hundred. Some people think the difference is merely in having a designer label slapped on. But that’s completely false.
When I go shopping in Barney’s or Nordstrom, I always gravitate toward the most amazing boots on the floor. Many have no clear designer markings at all. But when I turn the boot over to see the price on the bottom; BAM! There it is, a shoe with a price tag over $1,000 dollars. I have good taste! The difference is in how finely the boot is made, stitching quality, nuance in the shape, type of materials, workmanship, etc. The high-end designer shoes and boots have a certain gravitas, a feel of importance that the $100 dollar shoe lacks.
For that matter, it’s the same with couture clothing and bags versus the cheaper ones. Maybe they would look similar in a photograph, but in real life the difference stands out like a tulip in the snow.
Needless to say, I’m not going around dropping 2K on shoes. However, I have always heard that male shoe and boot fetishists, guys with really serious fetishes, will buy you shoes and clothes and send them to you free. The only catch is you have to pose in them and post the pictures online. I’ve heard they want you to thank them online and do particular poses to prove they had the control over you in the photo. Bragging rights, I guess. This whole idea really intrigues me.
But I could never do it. Exposing anything too specific or personal on the net really freaks me out. No way! Instead, I will just have to settle for walking along Fillmore Street for some window-shopping on my way to The Grove.
Anyway, excuse the sidebar. I had a nice breakfast and some great coffee while I took my time reading the paper and answering emails on my laptop. After a while, Regina called. Since I was in the restaurant, I spoke quietly in my phone’s mic. She said I sounded sexy.
I told her that I really wanted to dial in the rules for our game and PDA’s so that nobody (especially Tucker and our co-workers) gets surprised with something uncomfortable or confusing. She was totally onboard and we decided on the following:
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