Page 63 of Minha Dona

There was a long pause, and Helena found herself picturing Caitlin standing, walking inside confidently, heading towards the door then maybe pausing for a moment, taking a few seconds to ready herself. And then… the door opening and, Helena hoped, a moment where even this magnificent force of nature was lost for words…

Because tonight, Helena had decided, was the night to introduce Caitlin to her other bedroom, her playroom. Tonight would be the first time that she could truly test the extent of Caitlin’s surrender, with her equipment and her toys. It promised to be intense, and Helena knew she would have to be careful. She still couldn’t quite read the fallout for Caitlin from her relationship with Zoe, and she knew that she needed to be careful in that area. It had obviously been an intense period for Caitlin and it had obviously been real. There was probably a parallel universe out there where Caitlin had doubled down on what she had with Zoe and was living an entirely submissive double life, so Helena knew she needed to respect what Caitlin had had, not simply treat it as an experience to heal her from.

But, if she’d read it right, it promised to be an evening that neither of them would forget.

You’re full of surprises, Minha Dona xx

Helena stifled a laugh… good, she thought, she hasn’t run away scared. She typed a quick reply.

Are the instructions clear? xx

Inside the leather-bound box, sat on the large double bed, she’d left a handwritten note, setting some instructions for the day and the evening: a specific dress to wear for the day with no underwear or jewellery save for the necklace allowed, a specific restaurant for lunch, one of Helena’s favourites with a suggestion of what to order, a specific time to be home, and a specific instruction for what Helena expected to find when she walked through the door at seven, including the other contents of the box.

Caitlin: Crystal xx

Helena: Colour? xx

Caitlin: Very, very verde Minha Dona xx

Helena typed out another message:

It is good to see you’re still obedient, Gatinha, after last night’s disobedience xx

She saw the dots appear and disappear as Caitlin took her time typing out her reply. It finally came:

Always obedient, Minha Dona. Nobody will ever know that you purred for me like I was your Dona and you were my tame Gatinha xx

Helena felt herself blushing, because she truly did like that Caitlin had that side to her, but she also appreciated her discretion. She knew with certainty that what they’d done last night would stay between them.

Good, my perfect Gatinha. I found something on my ankle this morning… I love it, thank you xx

Caitlin replied straight away:

I’m so glad Minha Dona. I wanted to give you something special, for you to wear privately while I wear my necklace from you in public xx

Helena considered for a moment quite how brilliantly symbolic her gift was. Caitlin wore her necklace in plain sight, as a symbol of her submission to Helena even if nobody else knew what it was. It was her declaration that she belonged to Helena, and it was wonderful. The ankle chain, on the other hand, was for Helena to privately show her own devotion and, yes, a form of surrender to Caitlin… Helena’s whole philosophy that the submissive was the true dominant made physical. Today it was hidden under the fabric of her suit trousers, but it was there, a constant reminder, and she knew already that she would wear it always just as Caitlin always wore her necklace.

It’s perfect, Gatinha, absolutely perfect. I am yours as you are mine. Feel free to explore my playroom ahead of tonight xx

There was a pause, and then a photo popped up from Caitlin that made Helena nearly melt on the spot… down one side of the play room was a long floor-to-ceiling mirror and the photo was of an unmistakably naked Caitlin, kneeling on the bed, dark hair pushed to one side, reflected in the mirror with her phone obscuring her face but not a stitch of clothing on her body, her modesty only partially preserved by her hand holding a riding crop between her legs.

Helena didn’t quite manage to stifle a groan and tried to disguise it as a cough. Her colleague glanced over from the adjoining desk at the noise before going back to his work. It was possibly the hottest selfie she’d ever been sent, and she’d been sent some amazing selfies over the years. Caitlin looked absolutely incredible.

Caitlin: I couldn’t wait xx

Helena: Hmmm… so I see. You might need to be punished for that, Gatinha xx

Caitlin: I’m counting on it Minha Dona xx

Helena forced herself to stand and go to the washroom. She needed to do something, anything to calm the raging desire inside her. She sent one more message.

If you knew what you do to me, Gatinha xx

There was a moment as she saw Caitlin preparing her reply:

The feeling is entirely mutual, Minha Dona. Entirely mutual. I cannot wait to be entirely yours tonight. I want you to do anything and everything to me that you want xx

It took all of Helena’s willpower not to flee her desk and rush home to claim her Gatinha, work be damned.