Page 12 of Minha Dona

She obeyed, lying down with her head resting on her arms, her head turned to one side. With more experience Juliana would have told or shown Helena where to put her arms and legs, but that would come with experience… and maybe, Helena realised, this was just Juliana evolving a style of her own, one where she set the boundaries for her submissive a little looser.

“I’m going to get some things from your guest room,” Juliana whispered in her ear, leaning across the bed. “Is there anything that’s out of bounds?”

Helena felt her breath catch. The guest room was, well, better equipped… it was where Helena kept her equipment, other than the silk ties and blindfold she kept in her bedroom. It was a space for play, and a space that she and Juliana had played in, but always with Helena in the dominant role. Juliana’s education had been more about the psychology of dominance and surrender than the physical possibilities. But… maybe it was time.

“Nothing. I trust you,” she whispered.

Juliana’s hand lingered on her back for a long few moments. “Good. I’ve got an idea that I think you’ll enjoy.” Her hand gave Helena an affectionate pat on her rear. “Eyes closed and keep them closed.”

She listened to Juliana’s footsteps fade as she left the room, heard the guest room door open and close, then a few minutes later heard Juliana come back, the sound of something clicking together, the slight jangling of a chain too. Helena suspected she knew what Juliana had brought back, but she’d been told to keep her eyes closed and she would… what kind of dominant would Helena be, after all, if she couldn’t obey a simple instruction herself?

Juliana leaned over again. “Put your arms out above your head.”

Helena obeyed, and she felt Juliana put leather cuffs around each wrist… her own leather cuffs, she couldn’t help thinking. She heard a jangling and a click, and then felt her wrist cuffs being attached to something. One of my spreader bars, she realised. She tested it out and found her wrists wouldn’t move, that she was bound with them apart.

“Colour?” Juliana asked.

Good, remembering to check in. Though Helena would have reminded her if she hadn’t. “Verde.”

She felt Juliana move to her ankles and go through the same procedure, leaving all four limbs bound and spread.

“Lift your hips.”

She obeyed again, and felt what was, presumably, a pillow slipped under her hips. Helena’s heart was starting to race a little as she realised how exposed and helpless she suddenly was… bound, hips lifted, anyone walking in would see everything. Or, more to the point, anyone walking in could do anything to her too.

This was where trust came into it, complete trust. Helena wouldn’t have trusted Juliana when they first started out in this situation, not because Juliana would do anything malicious but simply because Juliana wouldn’t have understood then the power that she was being given, the awesome responsibility to look after and care for this person who’d entrusted her with everything.

This was the furthest they’d gone, but Helena realised it was fine… she trusted Juliana by now, completely and utterly. They were ready for this.

“Open your eyes and look.”

Helena opened them and saw that Juliana had repositioned her mirror along the wall opposite the foot of the bed, and Helena could see it, everything she’d felt so far, utterly unavoidable. She saw herself naked, restrained, open, the line of her naked body from her head to her toes, and next to her, looking at her reflection in the mirror, Juliana, wearing just her underwear now, an expensive looking set of lingerie, with an excited, joyful grin on her face.

“Like what you see?” Juliana asked.

“Yes, I…” Helena gasped as Juliana’s hand slipped between her legs, gently, teasing.

“Sorry,” she laughed. “Couldn’t help myself.”

The playful joy, Helena thought, this is what will make her such an incredible dominant. She has me right now, completely and utterly, and she’s got this infectious, irrepressible sense of fun that makes me want to grin too.

Juliana picked up a bottle that Helena recognised as massage oil. “Colour?” she asked, holding it up so that Helena could see it clearly.

“Verde.”

“I thought it might be,” she chuckled, opening it and squirting liberal amounts on to her hands. “I want you relaxed, really relaxed. Close your eyes again and let me take care of you.”

The massage that followed was incredible, Juliana’s hands working wonders on Helena’s body. Her hands went everywhere, literally everywhere, and Helena had no choice but to let her, her movements constrained to shifting her hips and not much else. It was insane relaxation and breathless foreplay bound into one, each part building on the other, and Helena found her mind going into a daze, going to a place where she was desperately aroused yet quite unable to do anything about it.

As time went on, Juliana’s hands started to focus less and less on the rest of her body and more and more between her legs, teasing turning to something more, still light, still playful, but building something slowly that promised to feel very, very good indeed.

Juliana’s lips started to join her hands, kisses trailing delicately over her lower back and her ass, all while a finger slipped inside Helena and other fingers toyed with and teased her. Helena gasped, turning into a moan, unable to help herself, and she heard Juliana’s intake of breath in delight.

“You like this?” she whispered against Helena’s skin. “Being helpless? Being mine?”

“Yes,” Helena gasped. “You got good at this.”

“It’s all about the teacher,” Juliana replied.