Page 95 of Minha Dona

“The thing about Helena,” Juliana continued, still talking to Caitlin, “is that she’s so used to being in control that the loss of it affects her physically. It’s not just psychological… her body literally doesn’t know how to wait. She always has to be doing something, in charge of something. I realised the first time that she properly surrendered to me that taking that away from her…” Juliana looked at Helena with an expression of fondness. “That’s where the magic happens.”

“Please,” Helena heard herself say. “Rainha. Please.”

Juliana put her wine glass down and stood. She walked to Helena slowly, stopping close but not quite touching.

“Please what, Leoa?”

“Please touch me. I need you to touch me.”

“You need me to?”

“I need you to. Please.”

“You’re begging me? Caitlin’s Dona, begging her Rainha?”

Helena glanced at Caitlin, who was watching, lips parted, absorbed in the spectacle, then turned back to Juliana. “I’m begging you. You own me, Rainha, completely and utterly. Please touch your Leoa.” She paused. “I’ll be good, Rainha, I promise… I’ll do anything. Just please… please, touch me. Please… I can’t stand this anymore.”

Juliana looked at Helena for a long moment, reading her expression. Helena recognised it because it was exactly what she did with her submissives… assessing the desperation, gauging whether it was genuine or performative, determining whether waiting longer would keep on building or would start to lessen the pleasure when it eventually came. Helena let her see everything. She was past performing. She was standing bound to a beam with her dress hitched around her waist, begging a twenty-three-year-old to touch her in front of her girlfriend, and there was no part of her composure left to hide behind. She was gone, she was surrendered, and the night stretched ahead of them.

Finally, Juliana leaned in and kissed her. It wasn’t fierce or possessive, it was gentle and tender, her hand stroking Helena’s face, her lips soft and teasing. It was the kiss of someone who cared deeply for the person they were about to take apart, a reminder that what came next came from affection, not cruelty, and another trick that Helena had taught Juliana. Helena kissed her back, her arms straining against her restraints, leaning into the contact, and nothing else mattered… that kiss was everything,

When Juliana pulled back, her thumb traced the line of Helena’s cheek. “Since you asked so beautifully,” she said.

She walked over to the far side of the couch and Helena saw something familiar in her hand… Helena’s wand vibrator, plugged into the wall. It was powerful, designed for sustained, intense stimulation. Helena felt her knees go weak at the sight of it… what came next wasn’t going to be gentle, it was going to be a complete contrast to what had happened so far.

Juliana came back to Helena with the wand in her hand. She stood behind Helena, her body close, one hand on Helena’s hip to steady her, and reaching round she pressed the vibrator between Helena’s legs.

The sensation was immediate and devastating. Helena cried out, her wrists jerking against the restraints, her hips pushing forward involuntarily. The wand was on a medium setting but after the prolonged wait and the slow build all day Helena’s body was so primed that the vibration felt like a nuclear explosion going off between her legs.

“Don’t cum,” Juliana said against her ear. “I haven’t given you permission.”

Helena gritted her teeth and held on. Juliana kept the wand in place, adjusting the angle, finding the spot that made Helena’s knees buckle, then pulling back just before the crest. She did it once. Twice. Three times. Four times. Five… five edges in quick succession, each one building higher than the last, each retreat more agonising, Helena’s legs shaking, her wrists straining against the rope, sounds coming from her mouth that she had no control over. She was so close to an uncontrollable climax each time but she managed to control herself, just about.

“Good,” Juliana said, removing the wand after the fifth edge. Helena sagged against the restraints, her body shaking. Sweat covered her skin. “Five. That’s very impressive, Leoa. I thought you were going to disobey me on the second one.”

Helena couldn’t speak. She was breathing in ragged gasps, her nervous system completely overloaded. Every inch of her skin screamed for contact that wasn’t coming. She stole a glance at Caitlin again and managed to nod her head slightly, reassuring Caitlin that she was ok. Caitlin smiled back, shifting in her seat. God, she looks as primed as I am, Helena thought through the fog of her arousal. God, I want her so much.

Juliana reached up and unfastened the restraints, lowering Helena’s arms. Helena’s arms tingled as the blood returned.

“Take off your dress,” Juliana said. “Everything. Then ajoelhe-se.”

Helena unzipped her dress with shaking hands and let it drop to her ankles. She stood naked in front of Juliana for a moment, before she sank to her knees on the cool wooden floor. The ground was steady beneath her and she was grateful for the feel of something solid after the vulnerability of the beam.

“Crawl to me.”

Juliana had moved back to the armchair. She sat with her legs crossed, her dress still on, the power imbalance absolute: Helena on the floor, naked, Juliana in the chair, clothed, Caitlin in the other armchair, clothed and watching.

Helena crawled. She crawled under the eyes of Caitlin and Juliana, naked, her hands and knees scraping slightly on the wooden surface, her body exposed. The distance to the armchair felt like a hundred feet rather than ten. She could feel Caitlin’s eyes on her from the other chair… could feel how her gaze was tracking her, could imagine what Caitlin was seeing: Helena on all fours, naked, her body flushed and trembling with arousal, crawling towards another woman because she’d been told to. But around her ankle, the bracelet still… even in this, a visible reminder that in truth she remained Caitlin’s.

She reached Juliana and knelt at her feet, looking up. Juliana uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, her hand in Helena’s hair, gripping tight… possessively.

“You’re going to use your mouth on me,” Juliana said. “Slowly. Show Caitlin what you look like when you serve, Leoa.”

“Yes, Rainha.”

Juliana pulled her dress up and moved her hips to the edge of the seat. Helena leaned forward and her tongue found Juliana precisely where she’d found her time and again in recent months, giving her pleasure as she’d learned to do. She knew Juliana’s body so well, better even than Caitlin’s, and despite her own desperate, unsatisfied arousal, Helena did as she’d been told, taking her time. This might be my last time going down on Juliana, she thought, I want to make it special.

It might have been familiar, but the context transformed it into something else entirely… kneeling, naked, in front of Caitlin, performing a sexual service because she’d been commanded to. It was overwhelming in the very best way.