Chapter 24
Helena left work at six, early by her standards.
She told her colleagues that she had a personal appointment, strictly true, but she suspected none of them would have had the faintest idea that that meant I need to go home and introduce my new girlfriend to my playroom, and everything I keep inside it.
She walked through the door at precisely seven to find Caitlin obediently in the exact position that Helena had ordered, and the sight of her took Helena’s breath away…
naked, her back to the door, her wrists and ankles wearing the leather cuffs that Helena had laid out for her in the box, hands resting by her side, her hair tied up in a high, tight ponytail.
Helena stayed silent as she closed and locked the door behind her. Caitlin tensed as she did… clearly it was taking every ounce of control that Caitlin possessed not to turn instinctively to check who’d just walked into the room where she was stood in such a vulnerable state.
The quiet whisper of the air conditioning was the only sound as Helena let the silence settle.
She’d had all day to plan this, and she’d spent years learning how to dominate from the perspective of both the dominant and the submissive, and it felt in that moment as if it had all been building to this…
to Caitlin waiting, here in her city, in her apartment, for Helena to do whatever she wanted to her.
Her heels clicked loudly on the floor as Helena walked through to the kitchen, still behind Caitlin, and opened a drawer. Inside was an item that Helena had secreted that morning. She carefully withdrew it and walked deliberately over to Caitlin, keeping behind her still, building the tension.
Helena stopped close behind her, not quite touching but only inches apart. Her heels gave her a few inches height advantage over Caitlin, and she leaned her head over Caitlin’s shoulder, brushing Caitlin’s ear with her lips.
“Girlfriend?” Helena whispered, so quietly as to barely even qualify as that.
A shiver went through Caitlin. “Girlfriend,” she replied, just as softly.
Helena moved her lips to brush Caitlin’s neck. “My obedient, playful girlfriend.” Her lips planted a gentle kiss on Caitlin’s shoulder. “My Gatinha.” Caitlin started to turn her head but Helena stopped her. “Don’t. My girlfriend only moves when I say she can.”
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.
“God, yes, Minha Dona,” she cried out.
Helena had an idea. Caitlin’s whole body was so on edge, there were so many things that could tip her over for the fourth time that night.
I wonder, Helena thought, whether Caitlin has ever climaxed without any direct stimulation where it matters?
Helena had experienced it a few times in her life, once with Alessandra all those years ago in those first heady days of submission when the newness of being tied up and spanked had been all it took, and a few times at the gym in recent times where, well, there was a particular weights routine that seemed to just line up her core in a way that triggered something very wonderfully inappropriate in a public space…
all absolutely incredible orgasms. Helena was willing to bet that something like that would be new for Caitlin.
And if it wasn’t? It would be fun anyway.
She continued with her lips and fingers, toying, licking, biting and pinching lightly, while her other hand gripped Caitlin’s hip, holding her in place.
Caitlin was bucking hips towards Helena, wanting more contact, more everything, but each time she did Helena tightened her grip, keeping her there.
Her skin was flushed, covered in a sheen of sweat, and the air carried the intoxicating scent of her arousal alongside her gasping pants as her body went into near meltdown.
When Helena judged she was ready, and not a moment before, she moved her hand from Caitlin’s hip, sliding her fingertips down, lower, to the inside of Caitlin’s thighs, millimetres from where Caitlin really wanted to be touched.
Caitlin tried to move herself towards the fingers but Helena stopped her.
“Control yourself, Gatinha.” She used a sterner tone than usual, more commanding, because she knew that in the state that Caitlin was in the only tone that would cut through the fog of arousal was that, and it worked.
Caitlin went still and whimpered instead.
Oh God, Helena thought… that sound cut straight to her core. It did something magical to Helena herself, let alone Caitlin, but she forced it from her mind. This was about Caitlin right now, not Helena’s own pleasure.
Caitlin’s thighs were slick with her arousal.
Helena coated her fingertips in it, then slipped her hand through Caitlin’s legs, being careful not to touch her, and round to her rear.
For a second, she wondered whether she should check first whether Caitlin was ok with what she was about to do, but she decided in the moment that it would break the spell.
And, of course, that’s what the safe word is for, she thought.
Her tongue flicked Caitlin’s nipple, sending a tremor through her body and drawing a gasp from her lips.
This is the moment, she thought. She moved her hand to touch Caitlin’s rear, between the cheeks of her ass, her little finger settling on Caitlin’s other place…
gently, not pushing, not pressing, simply there, asking a question.
She felt Caitlin go still, breathing hard, and waited for the word.
Vermelho. That was all Caitlin needed to say…
one word and she’d move her hand away immediately.
For Helena anal play was the final barrier, the deepest form of complete surrender that a submissive could offer, and she was willing to bet that Caitlin had never let a soul touch her there.
It really wouldn’t have been her style at all, not even with her experience with Zoe.
She heard Caitlin take a breath, braced herself for the word, and…
…it never came.
After a few moments, Helena resumed with her tongue and fingers on Caitlin’s breasts, and Caitlin started to moan and writhe, and then the surprise…
Caitlin started to push her hips back. Not obviously at first, it was a small movement, but when Helena moved her fingers back Caitlin’s hips moved back again and she got the hint.
She kept her little finger there and then slowly, almost imperceptibly, the tip slid into Caitlin’s ass.
“Verde,” Caitlin cried out unprompted. One word… and complete and utter surrender to me, Helena thought.
Helena held it for a few moments, then slowly slid the finger in further, up to the first knuckle, and that was all it took…
it was as if Caitlin had been hooked up to the mains electricity, a climax for the ages ripping through her, shuddering, loud, and Helena took her lips from Caitlin’s breast, watching her, making sure that she was ok, ready to support her if her legs gave way lest she’d lose her footing and dislocate a shoulder in her restraints…
but she was strong, she kept her feet, even as her body lost control and the waves of her climax rolled through her again and again and again.
Eventually, when she’d stilled, Helena stood up straight. She pulled her little finger out of Caitlin slowly, drawing a shuddering gasp, then removed the blindfold.
Caitlin emerged blinking into the gentle light of the room. Her eyes were unfocused, her face was flushed, her tight ponytail still perfect.
Helena smiled at her, and Caitlin smiled back.
“You enjoyed that, Gatinha?”
Caitlin smiled weakly. “Yes, Minha Dona. I…” She hesitated. “That’s not something…”
“I guessed. And thank you. For trusting me.”
Caitlin’s smile turned to a grin. “I’m not sure I could ever say vermelho to you… I want whatever you want to give me too much. I… I trust you completely. My body is yours in every way.”
Helena looked into her eyes for a long few moments, then she leaned forward and kissed her tenderly, a soft, lingering kiss, with none of the fire of the hours that had passed but all of the care and longing.
“You are magnificent, Gatinha. Truly.” She leaned back and knelt down to unfasten the spreader bar.
“We’re not finished, are we Minha Dona?” Caitlin looked incredible, arms still bound above her head, looking down at Helena with the collar around her neck. She also looked exhausted… happy, thoroughly and comprehensively fucked, but exhausted.
“I don’t want to push you too hard, Gatinha.”
Caitlin laughed. “I waited the best part of a year for exactly this. There’s no such thing as pushing me too hard.” She paused for a moment. “A break maybe, something to drink… but then I’m yours for as long as you want me to be.”
Helena stood and raised an eyebrow. “That sounds like a challenge.” She reached up to caress Caitlin’s jaw.
“Good.” Helena turned and walked over to a chest of drawers.
She opened one and pulled out a strap-on and harness.
They’d not played with one before, but it seemed like the right moment.
“Because, my tame and beautiful Gatinha as well as girlfriend, what we just did was only the foreplay.”
The grin that spread across Caitlin’s face when she saw what Helena was holding was enough to make all those months apart vanish in a moment.