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all seemed too strange. "Stay there," I said firmly.  I jumped off the bed and went to the dresser where I pulled out a black scarf. Then I came up behind her and tied it tightly around her eyes to blindfold her.  She complied without a word. She wanted it. She was beyond turned on as she kneeled there with her perfectly straight back. I looked at her and suddenly all thoughts of straight vs. gay just became non-thoughts.  She was an absolutely gorgeous woman and she was kneeling at my bed. As I studied her, she sat there blindfolded in silence without moving a muscle.
     
    Then, I had this urge to go to my closet at grab a belt to tie her hands. How was this all happening so naturally? She allowed me to strap her hands behind her back with my belt, which I tied really tightly. I lied back down on the bed and looked at her. I loved the look of her tied hands! She couldn't see me. I was super turned on and began to slowly caress myself. But then I had to get up one more time. I went to my closet and found the same boots that I had loaned her that time.  I lied back down on the bed and quietly put my boots on. As I slowly zipped them up, I sensed that she heard it. She became ultra attentive. Even a single feather touching her would have set her off.
     
    The room was still.  After settling in, I lied back and watched her, sitting perfectly erect on her knees, blindfolded, eager, and silent. Along with the sight of her, my boots were in my field of vision as I lied on the bed, an aesthetic turn-on to the highest degree. The light was hitting her hair. I began playing with myself…  slowly at first. But in a matter of a minute, I was coming. I refrained from making a peep. I really didn't want her to hear me. It would have been embarrassing. So as difficult as it was, I climaxed in total silence.  Then I relaxed for about 10 minutes. She sat obediently in giant anticipation.
     
    I quietly removed my boots and walked over to the closet to put them away. I could tell she was still insanely turned on. I untied her hands. Then I came around in front of her and knelt down so we were face to face. I could feel her breath on my face. And I know she could feel mine because she seemed to be enraptured with each breath that hit her.  I took off her blindfold and she opened her eyes slowly as she took in the sight of my face so close.  Still in a monotone voice, I dismissed her: "Thank you for doing the dishes. Your services are no longer needed. Please make your way out."
     
    Processing it all, she collected herself and departed without uttering a single word. Even though there were no “goodbyes” or fuzzy hugs, I knew in my heart that she got everything she ever dreamed of. When I heard the door close downstairs as she left, I got really cocky and said to myself out loud "And you'd better do a better job cleaning next time."  Then I grabbed my vibrator and went crazy and loud for a good 15 minutes. Holy shit. That was the best climax in my life! I kept visualizing her slender neck and perfect upright posture. I kept thinking of her tied hands. I was the boss!! She did my dishes.
     
    --- SUNDAY MARCH 25 --- What is it?
     
    I woke up this morning with a new perspective. It was like that magic of an early romance. Did I say “romance”? I sure did. I felt passionately in lust. I don't know how else to describe it. I’m not a lesbian, so it’s hard to say I’m in “love”. Then again, I might as well dispense with the labels. Whatever it was, it was fun and it was the purest energy I have felt in my life. Maybe it was my kinky side finally getting what it wanted.  This could have never happened with anyone but Regina. She was a bridge to some emotions I had never felt. It was kind of scary, exciting, and magic all at the same time. It was flat out bizarre.
     
    After breakfast and a shower, I really wanted to check in with her. It didn't seem finished. I felt a little ashamed and nervous for making her leave without