Regina dropped the remote control momentarily and shook out her fingers, they were cramping up from hitting the buttons so many times. She could only imagine what she was doing to Emma; then again she wasn't sure how much was too much. She didn't have any experience with vibrators so she could only imagine. Maybe she was doing it all wrong? She smiled wickedly and hit the button again for good measure
. Every time she sent a vibration through the remote she felt herself get more and more turned on. She couldn't wait for Emma to make it back from the store with those batteries so she could jump her. This was a delicious build up: knowing what she was doing to Emma without even touching her, but she was getting so worked up she was tempted to touch herself and take the edge off, but she knew it would be so much better if she waited for the blonde to return.
She was starting to get a bit concerned as the store wasn't very far away and Emma had been gone for awhile. She feared that maybe she had pushed her too far, or that she had scared her off with the dozens of sex toys and she wasn't planning on coming back at all. The blonde did have a tendency to run away from people. Regina squashed down her negative thoughts, as she convinced herself that Emma was just in so much bliss she was taking her sweet time coming back, and not wanting it to end. She cranked the dial and hit the pulsating button, just to mix it up.
In between, ramping up the vibrations, Regina had managed to open nearly all of the packages, discovering all sorts of new things. The lingerie, in particular was most appealing. Her only regret did not know about these products when she first cast the curse. She could have had nearly 30 years of satisfaction and she certainly wouldn't have needed to waste her time listening to Graham's inane pillow talk.
Rubbing her thighs together in frustration and impatience, she picked up her phone and rattled off a text to check Emma's ETA: I need you back here now.
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Emma lurked around the back of the store for a few minutes, trying to come up with a backup plan. She couldn't show up to Regina's empty handed without the batteries. Plus, she was having a difficult time walking. Each step was causing more pain and less pleasure to her oversensitive nether regions. Maybe she should have taken that trip to the hospital after all.
After a particular pulsating vibration, she couldn't really take it anymore, and shuffled into the tiny bathroom of the store and pulled off the panties. She put her tight jeans back on, and felt a new tinge of pain as the rough seam scraped against her clit. Stuffing the panties into her back pocket, she widened her stance and hoped that she just looked like she had a confident swagger as she made her way as discreetly as possible out of the store and back to the car, wondering if she had any batteries back at the station.
She jumped when she felt another vibration come from her back pocket, and then another, but this one came from her phone. She thought she was in the beginning stages of developing vibration induced PTSD, as she threw the panties into the passenger seat and watched as they leaped and jived all over the seat like they were possessed. It was amusing now that she had escaped Regina's prolonged torture. She checked her phone, even before picking it up knowing that it was Regina getting impatient. Even though those panties had about taken her down and out, she felt new ripples of excitement course through her at the thought of what could do to get back at her. It would be her turn and her rules once she got back to the house. That was enough for her to brave going back without batteries, and even if Regina was upset she'd just have to find a way to punish her that didn't involve vibrators.
A tingling shudder ran through Emma's body as she contemplated what she had initiated and was about to follow through on Regina-wise. The admission that the brunette had made that she placed that order for Emma was a big deal because they had danced around the issue for a long time. Mostly, covering their lust in thinly veiled hate, but now the game had changed and all that pent up tension was bubbling up to the surface, and like a churning lava filled volcano, it was gonna blow.
Emma drove slowly, nervous and eager to get back, but mostly to let her pride and her vagina recover for a few extra minutes. If Regina was texting that she needed her right away then it was all the more reason to let her suffer for a bit longer. Then Emma formed a plan for her act of sexual revenge, it didn't involve a chainsaw or anything, but it was going to anger the Mayor just as much. The sound of the panties buzzing manically all over the seat demonstrated again just how raring to go Regina must be getting.
The cruiser pulled into the driveway and Emma looked up to see Regina staring down at her, with her hands on the windowsill. She blinked and looked back, but Regina had disappeared. Emma didn't bother to knock; she just opened the front door and walked casually inside not surprised to find that Regina was not there to greet her. The panties had finally stopped buzzing, though that may have been due to the fact that the batteries had finally died rather than a reprieve from the controller of the remote. None the less they were practically ruined, and so Emma's fantasy of having Regina take a turn had to be put on the back burner. She'd save that for another time anyhow, as she a far more devious idea.
When she reached the top of the stairs, noting her nether regions had cooled mildly, she wasn't sure what to be prepared for upon reentering Regina's sanctuary. She hoped she wouldn't be too upset that she had returned without batteries, and she needn't have worried anyhow. The door was only half closed and as Emma approached she heard something that sounded not unlike a swarm of bees.
Vibrators and dildos that didn't have the capacity to vibrate somehow were dancing like sugarplum fairies in mid-air buzzing merrily while Regina reclined in bed conducting her little sex symphony with a waving hand. Emma's jaw dropped when she saw Regina in a black silk shorty robe, tied loosely over something even shorter and silkier that clung to the curves of her cleavage like a magnet on metal.
"Finally," Regina didn't even break concentration from her focus on the vibrators moving like a carousel, up and down and around and around above the empty boxes and bubble wrap that had been unceremoniously left on the floor.
"I see that I didn't even need to go get batteries," Emma felt equal parts pissed off that her trip to the store had been a waste and also intrigued by the display of magic. She should have known it had been a rouse. She threw the wet, dead panties at Regina's head breaking her concentration as she reacted a bit slowly and missed catching them. The magic only faltered for a moment and then she recovered using one hand to keep the toys buzzing and the other to peel the panties off of her forehead and take a look.
"Aren't you impressed?" Regina asked smugly with a faux look of hurt, blinking her dark eyes at the blonde. She looked Emma over from head to toe, stalking "I, for one, have never been so happy to see you….so you're not wearing any?"
Emma made a 'tsk' noise then an indignant 'humph' trying to find the words to explain the ups and downs of her simple little trip to the store, but decided to let it drop as her eyes stalked up and down the slim, toned form lying in wait in bed.
She licked her lips greedily and started looking through the piles of non-vibrating adult items for something she had noticed in the catalogue, and hoped was included in Regina's purchase. The mayor dropped the magic act, watching the toys fall and land on the carpet. She cocked her head and grabbed at the sheets as she wondered what Emma could possibly be looking for. She hadn't seen her in this kind of mood for a long time. Maybe she had thrust too much zing on the poor woman and broken her?
"That was a little much, don't you think?" Emma kept searching through tubes of lube and massage oil, she found a package containing a creepy blow up doll and quickly tossed it aside.
"Honestly, I didn't know how much was too much, but I will admit…I had an idea," Regina goaded at her as she loved to do. She lie back on the bed and crossed her arms, settling in, crossing and uncrossing her legs, unable to stand the anticipation. "And it is only fair, that I let you do what you will with me. Even if you think it's too much."
That was as close to begging as Emma had ever heard Regina get, but that was about to change. By the time Emma finished with her she'd be doing a lot more than begging: Pleading. Praying. Beseeching. Even imploring if she reacted the way Emma expected her to. Her heart sped up when she found the box. She snickered and turned her back so Regina couldn't see.
"What's that?" She asked immediately, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Emma could tell it had taken all of Regina's willpower not to touch herself while Emma was out, especially surrounded by so many implements that would have provided relief in mere seconds with how horny she appeared. It was a beautiful sight and she planned to continue to enjoy it for some time.
For as far as Regina had gone in pushing her to her limit on how much her body could handle in one session, Emma was going to see just how much deprivation Regina could handle before she crumbled. She held up the chastity belt and tested the lock before replying cryptically, "It's a surprise."