Page 43 of Minha Dona

She typed out another message:

You want to kneel for me, don’t you? Naked, helpless, tame. Tug your left earlobe if you do Gatinha x

This time she got a little glance, a slight purse of the lips, then Caitlin’s hand went to her earlobe before she turned to talk to someone else. A cool customer, Helena thought, and she’s mine. Not just that… she wants to be mine.

Helena forced herself to be patient, enjoy the drinks, and build the anticipation for what was to follow.

***

Once the numbers started dwindling Helena seized her chance.

Twenty minutes, Gatinha, my room. I will leave a key with reception. Don’t be late x

She looked over to see Caitlin typing on her phone.

I’ll be there Minha Dona x

Their eyes met and Helena nodded across the room, then turned to leave the bar.

The hotel was only a couple of minutes away and Helena was soon upstairs, making the space ready. She dimmed the lights, leaving only the lamps on, and laid out whatever she could make use of from the room: two belts from the bathrobes, a silk scarf that she’d brought with her and not had the chance to wear, and an eye mask from the amenity kit she’d taken with her from the flight. Meagre compared to what she normally had to hand back home in her apartment, but it would certainly do.

Helena checked her watch. Five minutes to go, and one last thing to prepare… a surprise for her Gatinha, because one of Helena’s beliefs was that you should always keep the domination and the submission changing, never let it settle.

Then, she sat down and awaited the arrival of her Gatinha.

***

The door clicked at exactly the right time, and Helena stayed exactly where she was, sat in the armchair near the window, the curtains open on the view of the Miami skyline, the lights off.

Caitlin was silhouetted in the light from the hall, and as she stepped into the room and let the door shut behind her she said, “Where are you?”

“Near the window, Gatinha. Stay where you are near the door, hands behind your back, and let your eyes adjust.” She paused for effect. “And then I want you to tell me what you see.”

She watched as Caitlin stilled herself, obediently putting her hands behind her back. She looked magnificent in her blue dress and heels, even more so in the shadows of the darkened room than she had earlier. The necklace was just visible around her neck.

After a little time, Caitlin spoke. “I can see now, Minha Dona. I see you sat in the chair.”

“Can you see any more than that?”

Caitlin paused. “I… can I come closer?”

“Ajoelhe-se.”

Without hesitation Caitlin complied, falling to her knees.

“Good, my wonderful, obedient Gatinha. Very good. You may crawl closer.”

Helena felt her pulse race just a little at the sight of this incredible force of nature on her hands and knees, crawling across her bedroom floor. So obedient, so perfect.

“Stop. What do you see now?”

Caitlin raised her head and looked, and Helena saw the moment that she saw clearly… a sharp intake of breath, her eyes wide.

“You’re naked, Minha Dona. And…” Caitlin hesitated. “… waiting for me.”

Helena smiled. This was a game she played sometimes with a submissive, reversing the asymmetry between clothed and naked. Normally the power dynamic was clear: the clothed person had the power, the naked person did not. Normally… but not always. Sometimes reversing it served an even more powerful purpose, by emphasising to the submissive how fully surrendered they were. Here was Caitlin, the partner, the coming force in their firm, one of the centres of attention all evening, and she was wearing the dress she’d worn to dinner, the heels, all of her professional armour, and yet it meant nothing. She was still kneeling, crawling across the floor, to her Dona. Her Dona who was wearing nothing, reclining in her chair, legs parted, ready and waiting.

“You got my attention at lunchtime, Gatinha. You’ve learned so much. But…” Helena paused. “…unfortunately for you, you’ve got too good. So… you are going to crawl over to me, fully clothed, and you’re going to show me again how good you are. Will you do that for me, Gatinha?”