Page 65 of Minha Dona

Caitlin held herself still again.

Helena put her fingertips to Caitlin’s other shoulder. She slowly, teasingly dragged them across her naked skin. “Good, Gatinha, very good.” Her fingers brushed against the cuff on one of Caitlin’s wrists. “Colour?”

“Verde, Minha Dona.”

“Perfeita.” She leaned in to kiss Caitlin’s neck. “I have one more thing for you to wear. May I?”

“I trust you with anything.”

Helena walked around Caitlin to stand in front of her. She forced herself to focus her gaze on Caitlin’s eyes, despite every instinct wanting her to feast on Caitlin’s amazing body. She held up the item from the drawer and saw Caitlin’s eyes widen.

“A collar?” Caitlin said.

Helena nodded. “A collar. Your collar. In public, we have your necklace and,” Helena looked down to her ankle, “your gift to me. Sometimes we need more. Colour?”

Caitlin hesitated for a moment. Helena wondered if the collar was a step too far… maybe Zoe insisted on a collar? Maybe it is a reminder? But then she nodded. “Verde.”

“Good, Gatinha.” Helena reached up and placed the collar carefully around Caitlin’s neck. It was made of black leather, but with a soft, cushioned inside so as not to rub or chafe. Helena had even tried it on herself, in private, to check that it was comfortable and it had been. She fastened it, taking care to leave enough space for it to be comfortable while still a reminder that it was there, and stepped back. A leash ran down from a buckle at the front, hanging loose between Caitlin’s breasts. She could see that despite Caitlin’s best attempts to look calm and cool she was anything but inside… her chest and neck were deeply flushed, her nipples were hard, her eyes wide, her lips parted. Caitlin looked primed to explode.

Which was precisely why Helena was going to take her slow, exquisite time with her.

But first, boundaries. “Use your safe word tonight if you need to, Gatinha. There is no shame in doing so.”

Caitlin nodded. “I will.”

“Tonight you are mine, my playful little kitten. I want you to purr like you’ve never purred before. Hold nothing back. Tomorrow, we will be equals, no dominant, no submissive. My best friend Isabella has invited us out to dinner, and it is so important that we mix periods where we are,” she gestured between them, “Dona and Gatinha with periods where we are not. Do you agree?”

“Yes, I do.” It went unspoken but Helena could see the thought process behind Caitlin’s eyes… this is different to Zoe, this is better, this respects me. Or at least Helena thought that was what she could see.

“On Wednesday we travel in the evening to the beach house, and then… we can decide between us how much we play, particularly until my sister and the others arrive. But that is Wednesday, and tonight is tonight.” Helena paused for dramatic effect. “But first… Ajoelhe-se.”

She watched as Caitlin slipped instantly to her knees and looked up expectantly at Helena.

“Perfeita,” Helena said, tilting Caitlin’s head back and leaning forward to kiss her. “So perfectly obedient,” she whispered, before her lips pressed against Caitlin’s and the fire that had been raging deep inside all day became an inferno.

***

A couple of hours later and Helena was watching Caitlin, judging the minute reactions of her body, assessing and adapting to give Caitlin exactly what she needed and exactly what such a magnificent force of nature deserved… which was, well, everything.

At that moment Caitlin was blindfolded, standing, her wrists cuffed to a ceiling mount about her head, her ankles attached to a spreader bar at her feet. Her ass and upper thighs were red, testament to the flogger and the riding crop, that riding crop from her selfie that morning, which Helena had used on her for the last few minutes.

Caitlin was breathing hard, which wasn’t a surprise… she’d just had her third climax of the evening after all, bound, helpless, entirely at Helena’s mercy as she’d stroked and teased her with a wand vibrator to a shuddering, convulsing climax where she stood. Caitlin had been loud, really loud, and it had seemed to go on for an age that Helena had held her through.

Now, she stood proudly, beautifully, almost defiantly waiting for her Dona to give her more.

“Colour?”

“Verde,” Caitlin breathed, turning to a gasp as Helena’s fingers pinched her erect and hypersensitive nipple.

“You like that?”

“Yes, Minha Dona.”

Helena leaned forward to flick her tongue across the other nipple. “And that?”

“Yes…” Caitlin’s gasp turned to a moan as Helena’s fingers toyed with one while her tongue went back to the other. She cried out suddenly when Helena’s bare palm reached around and landed on her ass. “God, yes…”

“Yes, what?” Helena kept her lips on Caitlin’s nipple as she spoke. A shiver ran through Caitlin in response… she was so, so close to another climax. Her body was primed, Helena knew that now, all the signs were there.