On Day 1, we just chilled and got ramen.
On Day 2, I took her to Shibuya, and we shopped, where she got a Coach bag and a Chanel bag that wasn’t available in the States.
On Day 3, we dressed up as Super Mario characters and went street kart racing all through downtown.
On Day 4, we spent the day exploring the museums, went to Disneyland, and even went ziplining per her request. I also took her to the university I studied at, we caught some live music shows, and of course, bar hopped.
“You having fun, Hayami?” I asked one night over dinner. We’d been out all day, swiping my card because another thing I wasn’t allowing her to do was to spend her own money. All she needed was her passport and her lip gloss, fucking with me.
She sipped her peach sake. “I’m having a blast, babe. This shit is beautiful!”
I smiled. “You still wanna do Shibari tonight?”
She smiled and looked away, likely flashing back to our session. “Yeah…I do. I’m curious to see what tying you up will look and feel like… You sure we can’t fuck in there?”
I chuckled, then shook my head. “Nah, baby… we can save that for later.”
Reina and I couldn’t stay off each other this whole vacation, but that was nothing new, though it felt new every time. Intimacy was a love language that both of us were fluent in. Pleasure was more than physical; it was mental, emotional, and damn near spiritual as well. After our early dinner, we changed and took the train to the rope studio I used to frequent. I had rented the space out, wanting us to be alone without distraction.The playlist was curated, and the soft sounds of Ambrè’sI’m Baby, played through the speakers as we walked in. A pale-skinned Japanese woman was suspended from the bars in a glow-in-the-dark, rainbow-colored outfit, spinning slowly as if she were on a pole. She got lower and lower and then dropped into a graceful split, bowing her head as she did so. She grabbed some nearby safety shears and cut herself out of the ties.
“Welcome, I’m Toronawo. I’ll be guiding you both along tonight. “Whose first time is it?”
Reina raised her hand. “My first time tying… not being tied.”
Toronawo smiled warmly. “Ahh, so the rope master is allowing himself to be tied?”
I nodded. Toronawo handed Reina the neon colored ropes and nodded towards the chairs on the mat. “I’ll be in the corner. If you feel stuck or want to try something you’re unsure of, I can step in.”
“I’ve got her,” I confirmed. I sat comfortably in the chair, my legs agape and eyes on Reina. She was nervous.
“Hayami. This is your show tonight. You have nothing to be nervous about. Take a deep breath for me.”
She let in and let out a deep breath, and her nerves settled. Her shoulders squared, and she studied me for a bit, then dropped to her knees. She started with a single-column tie around my ankles to the chair.
“How does this make you feel?”
“Comfortable.”
“Good, keep going.”
She drilled for a bit, practicing her ties as I inhaled her scent. Reina looked gorgeous in a peach colored short set. The shorts cuffed her cheeks just right, and the top was cropped right above her navel, showing off her new diamond belly button ring in the shape of a V. Once she was satisfied with how her ties looked on my ankles, she moved on to learning to tie me with my armsbehind my back. This technique proved to be a bit more difficult for her, but with Tornawo’s help, she eventually got more confident in it. My chest expanded seeing her enjoy something that I enjoyed…something she was genuinely interested in. I closed my eyes, present in the moment as she drilled. Her body brushed against mine and felt like silk, while the sounds ofTake Awayplayed on the speakers. I felt like every lyric personified our love. She massaged me, starting with my scalp, and paid special attention to my shoulders, alternating between kneading her knuckles into my skin and peppering me with light kisses.
Finally, she tried one more tie, the one where she stood me up and tied me, starting at my waist, going around my thighs, and around my pelvis area. My dick had a mind of its own as it sprang to life.
Reina smirked. “I’ll take care of him later,” she muttered. I shuddered in anticipation, knowing her mouth was lethal. The evening wrapped up, and Toronawo applauded Reina for her willingness to learn and for being receptive to correction. We walked to the train holding hands, and Reina kissed me in the middle of traffic, neither of us caring about making people walk around us.
“Thank you, my love.”
“For what?”
“Showing me something new and allowing me to practice on you.”
We still had a few more days of adventure and exploration left, and I had more surprises up my sleeve.
31
REINA
To say that I was having a blast in Tokyo was an understatement. The vibes were immaculate. The fun was unlimited. And I truly didn’t have to bring anything but my passport and my lip gloss. Though I didn’t mind, Vasiah didn’t let me swipe my card one time. I’m so used to planning and curating everything when it comes to trips that it felt weird to just go with someone else’s flow each day. I now understood Reign when he said that his favorite thing was to make Rae turn her brain off when they traveled together. I didn’t give a damn about my shop, the suite, or those clients and stylists of mine for the past ten days. I wish I could live like this forever.
