Page 73 of Minha Dona

Helena had laid it out on the bed while Caitlin was in the shower… a Brazilian string bikini, green with silver strings to match the necklace, it covered precisely what it was legally required to cover and not an inch more. She’d bought it for Caitlin in São Paulo during her lunch break the day before, guessing the size and hoping she was right.

Caitlin came out of the bathroom without a stitch of clothing on her, obedient as ever, saw the bikini, and stopped in her tracks.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Helena, that’s not a bikini. I wear bikinis, so I know. That’s nudity dressed up as the pretence of clothing.”

“That’s what women wear on Brazilian beaches. You’ll blend right in.”

“I’d blend right in on a nudist beach because there’s virtually nothing to it. It’s string, Helena. String won’t cover… these and that.” She gestured at her chest and between her legs.

“There’s fabric there. You’ll be fine. Look…” Helena climbed out from under the covers, nude herself, and rummaged through her bag until she found her own bikini, equally skimpy. “I’m going to wear this, it’s the same, just mine is pink.” She held it up. “See?”

“I… prove it.”

“That it’s pink?” Helena grinned as she said it.

Caitlin shook her head in exasperation. “Put it on. Show me.” She hesitated. “I know… I trust you, of course I do, but being naked with you is very, very different for me than going naked in front of others. Round here, I know I’m not wearing any clothes at all today. Out on the beach… that’s different.”

“Not naked. You’ll be wearing a bikini.”

“I have never worn anything close to that revealing in public. Ever. I might as well go naked.”

“Don’t tempt me, Gatinha.” She flashed a wicked smile as she said it and was pleased to see Caitlin blush hard. “Ok, I’ll prove it.”

Helena put her own bikini on, tying the string on each hip, then the strings on the top round her back and her neck. She adjusted the fabric a little, because you always had to when there was so little of it, and stood across the room from Caitlin. “Happy?”

If Helena could have frozen Caitlin’s expression at that moment, she would have done… it was perfect. Her mouth had dropped open a little, her cheeks and neck were flushed, and her hand went to her own collarbone reflexively. She seemed like she was in a trance.

“Happy?” Helena asked again.

Caitlin smiled shyly… not a look that she gave often, but it suited her. “It looks incredible on you, Minha Dona.”

Helena beamed. “You think?” She turned on the spot, ostensibly to check something but really to show Caitlin how it looked from behind where there was literally string and nothing else.

“I’m not going to be able to concentrate on anything knowing you’re next to me wearing that.”

“Your turn.”

Caitlin hesitated for just a moment. “Fine. I’m getting changed in the bathroom though.”

Helena laughed as Caitlin picked up her own bikini and disappeared behind the door. She’d known she’d wear it in the end, because Caitlin had a competitive streak deep down that she couldn’t hide all the time to go with her recently discovered submissive side, and once she saw that Helena was going to wear the same then no way could she back down.

Three minutes later Caitlin came back out and Helena’s breath left her body.

The bikini fit perfectly… the green against Caitlin’s skin, the minimal fabric accentuating her body rather than hiding it, the strings tied at her hips and behind her neck. Caitlin was lean and toned from years of running and gym work, and the bikini turned her into something elemental, all lines and angles and skin that Helena just wanted to touch and kiss and lick and bite. The necklace sitting around her neck was the finishing touch.

“Well?” Caitlin asked, her arms slightly out in a gorgeous mix of defiance and uncertainty.

“Perfeita,” Helena breathed. “My God, Gatinha. You look…”

“…half-naked?”

“You look like you belong on this beach. You look like a Brazilian.” Helena walked over and adjusted one of the strings at Caitlin’s hip, a gesture that made Caitlin shiver. “You’re wearing this today. That’s not a suggestion. That is your Dona’s command.”

“I know.” Caitlin looked at herself in the mirror. Her expression changed as she took herself in properly, the defiance fading to be replaced by something closer to surprise. She looked good and now she could see it. “Ok. Fine. But if anyone stares…”