We need to talk about Reina - part 2/2

There wasn't a single month when Reina didn't need to use that device, only finding relief from her intense pain when she experienced the pleasure provided by the vibration in her intimacy. Mei Saito hadn't even realized that the massager had never returned to her room, making a constant home next to her daughter's bed now.

Beyond being a powerful painkiller, those moments could lead Reina into a state of numbness where she could escape from all the chaotic reality that surrounded her life in the mansion. Escaping from the feeling of preferring absolute silence to her father's demands for nothing but excellence, from the feeling of never living up to the magnitude of the Saito Empire. The silent and fragile little girl had her own desires and knew how to satisfy them — she felt powerful.

But, after some time, Reina no longer felt as satisfied as before. The stimuli were no longer as strong, and her orgasms also lacked their former potency — besides having long ceased to be a mere remedy for cramps. Her computer, which was always at hand, then became a strong ally in her research on new ways to satisfy her desires.

But now there was a problem... How would she buy any of those new toys without them being intercepted by one of the employees? All mail and packages that arrived at the mansion were investigated before being delivered to the recipients. And Reina still wasn't old enough to be able to go into a sex shop…

She wasn't old enough? That's what her ID said. But that was so easy to fix…

Most teenagers got a fake ID to pretend to be old enough to buy alcohol and go to clubs, but that never was, neither would be of her interest anytime soon. In the solitude of her room and against everything expected of her as an heiress, Reina Saito forged her identity to be able to buy dildos.

She took care to find a store that was a little further away from her home and school, where it would be less risky to be recognized and blow her disguise. On a narrow street on the outskirts of downtown, The Kinky Queen was on the second floor of a gallery, perfectly hidden among shops selling electronics parts and tattoo studios. Its dimly lit interior smelled of a sickly sweet essence, which you got used to after spending some time inside. Reina's curious gaze met the attendant's bored one behind the counter, her eyes marked by heavy eyeliner.

"Can I help you, dear?" The woman looked her up and down, probably wondering if she was really old enough to be there, but refrained from making any comment.

"Yes," Reina smiled nervously and stepped a bit closer. "I want to see your vibrating stuff."

More than a year passed before it actually became an issue in Reina's life. On the contrary, her own mother had noticed how her debilitating pains had improved recently, glad that her daughter was no longer suffering from something without an answer. And, up until then, Reina could manage her days with a balance between school, studies, and her moments of leisure/pleasure — although her social life had been gradually diminishing, her interaction with classmates limited to the schoolyard during breaks and any invitations to go out declined under the pretext of needing to study.

But balance was harder to achieve amidst the peak stress and anxiety of the final year of high school. Quickly, study hours turned into hours of pleasure and distraction, which ended up affecting her grades, so precious to secure her spot in the prestigious university her father dreamed she would attend.

"What's going on, honey?" Her mother sat on her bed, her expression worried after seeing the decline in her report card. "Your grades have dropped so much, your father... Oh, my gosh, your father..."

"I know, Mom! I know what Dad is going to say! That I'm a disappointment!"

The girl paced back and forth across her room’s carpet, anxious for her mother to leave and let her deal with her emotions in her own way. But Mei wasn't interested in leaving without answers.

"My love," the woman stood up from the bed, approaching her daughter and holding her delicate face, her eyes teary behind her large glasses. "You will never, ever be a disappointment, do you understand?"

"And what if I said I don't want to go to college?" Reina lifted her chin in defiance. "What if I wanted, I don't know, to take a gap year?"

"A gap year? What nonsense is this?"

"I said it!" Reina dodged her mother's touch, seizing her evident confusion. "I'll always be a disappointment when I don't do what you've planned for me."

"What are you talking about?" Mei Saito insisted. "You don't want to go to college?"

"I want to be alone, Mom, that's all I want right now."

The beautiful woman’s mature and saddened gaze scrutinized the face of the girl, once so gentle and now long apathetic and bored. She knew her little girl was lost, but she wanted to know what she had lost her to.

"I'll let you rest, then... We can talk later," Mei sighed. "But you know I won't be able to keep this hidden from your father, don't you?"

"Hm."

Another sorrowful sigh escaped her before she turned her back and left the teenager's room, slamming the door behind her. Finally alone, Reina released the frustrated groan that had been trapped in her throat, rushing to her closet to fetch one of her precious and faithful companions that never left her unsupported through any stress. By now, her collection was quite extensive, enough to occupy an entire shelf in her closet, hidden in shoeboxes to avoid raising suspicions from any curious eyes.

"Maybe you today," the girl picked up one of the big ones, "guess a little pain—"

"Reina, just one last thing — what is this?!"

Her mother barged into the unlocked room without any warning — but who would have imagined that in less than two minutes her daughter would be holding a gigantic dildo?

"No, it's not... what...—"

Mei approached so quickly that Reina — in shock — couldn't even move to hide the others in the open box on the bed, and it didn't take long for the older one to connect the dots and find the other two stacked boxes inside the still open closet. Silence hung heavy in the room, not even breaths were audible as her mother seemed to count how many multicolored toys were there in front of her.

"Is all this yours?" The woman questioned, her face inscrutable.

Reina had no way to lie. There was no reason to. She nodded, showing no shame — because indeed, and surprisingly, she didn't feel any.

"I understand now."

****

"Reina, it's still too early to close any diagnosis," Deborah said, catching the girl off guard.

"Diagnosis?" Reina raised her voice. "What do you mean, am I sick?"

"Well, that's not exactly what I said," the therapist tried to calm her down. "Masturbation itself is a healthy and recommended act for you to get to know your body and know what you like or don't like," she said calmly, observing the reactions of the young patient, who listened quietly. "The issue here is when it starts affecting your social life, and we're seeing that's what's happening with you. You've stopped going out, studying, socializing. You're under a sexual conditioning where you only feel pleasure — any pleasure — when you stimulate yourself with vibrators, Reina."

"Yes, and...?"

"My intention is not to turn this situation into a taboo, quite the opposite. My job is to try to reconcile your interests with activities that would be good for you, that would be healthy for you to maintain. Reina, you're too young to give up your whole life for an addiction."

"And what do you intend to do about it?"

The psychologist put her notebook and pen aside, leaning forward and looking deeply into the girl's dark eyes.

"I talked to your mother. We know that the situation at the mansion isn't the best scenario for you to break free from all the pressure you feel tied to your family. Therefore, we've come up with the proposal for you to live with me for a while."

"Live in your house?"

"Yes. My house is quite spacious, it won't be uncomfortable, I assure you. That way, you'd be in a different environment and I could monitor your treatment daily. Since you don't plan on going to university or work anytime soon, I believe it's a good condition for the treatment to give us faster results."

"Will I have to give up my toys?"

"At first, no. Not completely."

"Hm."

Deborah restrained herself from laughing at the interjection the girl used so much.

"Can I take that as a 'yes'?"

Reina shrugged, resigned.

"What choice do I have, after all?"