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… in 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.”
I told her go get her vibrator. She quickly dashed off. It looked hot to see her dressed up for a dinner party with her hands bound behind her as she walked out of the kitchen. A moment later, she returned and handed me the requested device. I set it on the table and began hugging and kissing her all over.
It’s so hot that she couldn’t hug back. I don’t know why that is such a turn on for me. I guess it really feels like I am taking advantage of her. Her mouth, on the other hand, was fully capable and engaged. We kissed like lovers who hadn’t seen each other in weeks, ravishing each others’ necks and lips as if we were starring in a French arthouse film. Once I was overcome with passion, I shoved her away and told her to go face the wall.
It was strange; I felt like I was the Mistress and probably even carried that tone. But Regina didn’t respond with the usual, “Yes, Mistress” protocol. In fact, she seemed like regular Regina. And there was an odd little conversation about it as I took the vibrator and laid on the kitchen floor staring at her:
REGINA
Are you going to get yourself off while I just stand here?
ME
I was thinking about it, yeah.
REGINA
That’s kind of perverted, don’t cha think?
ME
Just be quiet and stand there so we can get going to my parents’ house.
REGINA
You’re such a pervert. Go ahead and jerk off to me. I’ll just stand here facing the wall as you objectify me. Nice.
ME
I don’t know if I can do this without “The Game.” I just want to fuck you up and torture you.
REGINA
I’m sorry. I’ll shut up. Except for one last thing…
ME
What?
REGINA
I have to tell you that you look amazing and I’m really turned on by you.
ME
Yeah, well I love you, Regina.
REGINA
I love you too.
BZZZZZZZZZZZ. The vibrator took over my headspace. As I lay there on the floor, I couldn’t stop appreciating Regina. From her body to her style to her energy, everything was pulling me in. This was the real thing. I loved seeing the back of her head as she faced the wall! It was such a submissive position… and she was doing it just for me!! Sooo hot!!
But as I was getting close, she left the wall and knelt down to kiss me lovingly all over as I continued with the vibrator. We both seemed to be super turned on. The kisses were driven by passion more than lust. This type of energy would have never been expressed within the darkness and power imbalance of “the game”.
Before I knew it, I was unleashing my pent up sexuality that had been building pressure since I was a small girl. Never did I expect to have my kink so perfectly expressed with a partner. It was different than the Mistress game. This was just about being myself and admitting that I adore bondage, either seeing it or doing it.
After I came, Regina continued to kiss me tenderly, speaking sweetly with loving comments.
Just before I was back to my relaxed self, I stood up and gently helped Regina to her feet (it’s hard to stand up on your own when your arms are tied behind your back). Hugging her from behind, I slowly kissed her neck and told her how much she meant to me. I put the vibrator on her (from my rear hugging position) and she was extremely welcoming of it as the device easily penetrated the fabric of her leggings and panties.
While my orgasm was a blast of relief, hers came on more like a slow burn, ultimately ending in soft moans of fondness and fidelity. Afterward, we kissed a bit more. This new game, the lighter version, was still confusing, but it showed great promise as a whole other type of satisfaction in the relationship.
“Come on, we gotta get going,” I said. “Aren’t you going to untie my arms?” Regina wondered aloud? “No, I wasn’t planning on it. You have to ride in the car like that,” I responded with a wink. “Are you serious? What if someone outside sees me?” she said with a twinge of fear in her voice. “Tough, they will have to deal with it.” She continued her protest; “You are not to take me to your parents’ like this!” “Don’t worry,” I responded, “I’m not crazy.”
The more I thought about her public bondage, the more I over thought it. I figured it wouldn’t be so great if she was walking on the sidewalk to my car with her hands tied when, God forbid, she runs into a student of hers or someone else she knows. I decided to throw a coat over her shoulders like a shawl to hide the fact that her arms were bound. “Ok, that should do it. Let’s go,” I encouraged her.
The coat across her shoulders seemed to do the trick. It emboldened her, a cape for a superhero. As we walked out her door and headed out, part of me really wanted to run into someone she knew! It would be a titillating secret that only Regina and I would know that she was tied up in public. Of course, that would suck if some acquaintance tried to shake her hand! Whatever, we made it to the car without incident.
She took her seat on the passenger side and leaned across her to buckle her seatbelt. But I took a quick interruption to bite her tit playfully as I was bent across her. She started cracking up as I bit the other one too. As we drove down the street, she let out a big, bright comment: “Fuck, you’re great!!” Then I pinched her nipple, causing her to squirm and giggle to get away.
We arrived at my parents’ house. Jenna and Mark’s car was already there, meaning we could make a grand entrance. A lig
ht bulb went off in my head; my little toy was really going to have to enter with her hands tied up!
She totally protested and got really vocal about not wanting to enter like that. But the thing is, she was full of it. I could tell by the giddy tone of her protest that she actually wanted to enter like that! Manipulative little faker!
At the doorstep, we both stood there making funny eyes with each other in anticipation of how this was all going to go down.
I opened the door and lead Regina in with “Hi Guys! We’re here.” My parents, Mark, and Jenna were all sitting in the living room with cocktails and hors d’oeuvres. They immediately stood to greet us and all eyes jumped to Regina to check out what the lezbo looks like. “Hey, everyone. This is my girlfriend, Regina,” I happily boasted. I think I used the word “girlfriend” both to make a statement and to get a rise out of them.
Mark went to shake her hand, but I quickly shut him down with, “She can’t shake your hand because her hands are tied up!” Regina flashed a playful smile and displayed her bound hands behind her back. Then she said in a giggly tone, “Meg was eager to get here and told me that if I didn’t stop messing with my hair she would tie up my hands for two hours! Of course, I didn’t believe her… and here we are!”
Everyone laughed and continued greeting each other. My dad lightheartedly urged, “C’mon, Meg. You can untie her now. I think she learned her lesson.” But I set him straight: “Dad, if I do that, she will never trust my true intentions again! This girl needs to know that when I say something, I mean it.” My mom chimed in with, “Yep, that’s Meg for you.”
She whispered knowingly to Regina, “If you want be friends with Meg, I’m afraid you will have to get used to these types of antics from her.” Regina delivered a sly response: “Don’t worry. I’ll have plenty of opportunity to get my revenge!” Mark and Jenna just didn’t know what to make of the whole scene. Mark shifted gears with, “How about a Merlot for you both?” Both Regina and I spoke at the same moment, “Perfect. Thanks.”
He poured the wine and didn’t know how Regina was going to drink it. I took both glasses and said “cheers” to everyone, clinking glasses on behalf of Regina too. Then I literally held the glass to her lips so she could drink. The others were really getting a kick out of it. Even though it was all fun and games, both Regina and I knew that we were secretly turned on that I was the boss and that she was tied up in public. It had only been several hours since she told me of her desire to play this new game… and here she was, tied up in real life… meeting my family for the first time! Ask and ye shall receive. Life’s too short to be shy.
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