Page 90 of Minha Dona

The next command was waiting for Helena when they came back up the beach and were laid out in the sun to dry.

Stretch. Arch your back like you do when you climax. I want a taste of what I’ll see later.

Helena took a deep breath. She was wearing a string bikini and almost laughed out loud… having confidently got Caitlin through her own hang ups about wearing one earlier in the week, she now had the sudden realisation that doing as she’d been commanded there’d be nothing to hide. She glanced down and realised that her peaked nipples were visible through the fabric. Just the cold of the water, that’s all, absolutely nothing to do with knowing that Juliana is in complete command and that Caitlin is watching.

She pushed herself up on her elbows, just as she would if Caitlin or Juliana were going down on her and she was getting close, and as she did she put her hand on Caitlin’s. Caitlin turned her head and opened her eyes, then just about managed to hide her grin as Helena did an exaggerated stretch, back arched, knees bent and legs parted, head thrown back. She held it for a couple of seconds, then lay back down.

“That feel better?” Caitlin asked, playing along. When Mariana looked over she added, “Helena’s back’s been sore.”

“I do not need to know how she got that…” Mariana retorted, drawing laughter from the rest of the group.

Oh you’re so good, Leoa, so obedient. You make your Rainha very happy.

Helena stifled a groan. Rainha. Queen. It wasn’t even midday yet and already Helena was desperate to know what the night would bring. She felt Caitlin’s hand find hers and give her a squeeze, a very welcome grounding in the craziness that was that Saturday.

Then, at noon, the next message came:

Fetch us drinks from the beach vendor. When you come back, serve me first. Nobody else will notice. But you’ll know.

Helena bought drinks for the group, turning down all offers to help carry, and brought them back. She handed Juliana an ice-cold coke first. Juliana took it with a smile that somehow managed to convey good girl, holding eye contact for just a moment. It meant nothing to anyone else, probably not even Caitlin, but the hierarchy hit Helena deep down: the submissive serving her Rainha first, the status emphasised, and it was as intoxicating as anything that Helena could have done.

This is what I taught her, she realised. Not physical techniques, though I did, not the knots or the toys or how to edge your submissive until she would do literally anything for you. No… the real lesson she’d learned had been this: that dominance existed in the small moments, the secret commands, the hidden acts of service that nobody else even suspected.

Juliana had mastered it and taken it further, and she was using it with a delicacy and elegance that took Helena’s breath away.

***

After lunch, when the others had gone back down to the beach, Helena noticed that Juliana and Caitlin had hung back and were sitting together on the terrace of the main house.

They were deep in conversation, both of them leaning forward and talking intently. Caitlin’s expression was attentive, while Juliana was animated and earnest. At one point Juliana put her hand on Caitlin’s arm to emphasise a point, and Caitlin’s response made Juliana laugh out loud.

Helena slipped into the pool and watched intently. Her curiosity was building but she couldn’t hear what they were saying… they were too far away to be audible over the sound of the breeze in the trees. She could see the body language though, and she knew it was about her. Their conversation was intimate, conspiratorial, and in the state that Helena was in already very, very sexy.

When they finally stood and Juliana headed back inside the house, Helena called to Caitlin.

“What were you two talking about?” she asked as Caitlin got close.

“Things.” Caitlin slipped into the water beside her. Her expression gave nothing away.

“What things?”

“Things that Juliana asked me to keep between us.” Caitlin smiled at Helena’s expression. “Don’t worry. Nothing bad. Nothing that should concern you.”

“My girlfriend and the woman I was sleeping with until a couple of weeks ago having a private, involved conversation that they won’t tell me about is exactly the kind of thing that should concern me.”

“Two women who care about you having a private conversation about how to care about you is the kind of thing you should be grateful for.” Caitlin kissed her cheek. “Trust us.”

Helena looked at her with pursed lips. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Very much. I’m enjoying watching you not be in control. It’s very unusual and very entertaining.”

“I’m glad my discomfort amuses you.”

“I’m not sure I’d call it discomfort. You’re cute when you have to follow someone else. But yes, it amuses me. Enormously.” Caitlin swam away, grinning, leaving Helena treading water and wondering just what exactly the two of them were plotting.

***

Helena was getting ready for the evening when Caitlin appeared in the bathroom doorway.