Page 98 of Minha Dona

Juliana came back into the room at that point and what she was wearing stopped any further conversation… the harness, with Helena’s strap-on, poised and ready to use.

“Colour, both of you?”

“Verde,” Caitlin replied, flashing a grin at Helena and giving her hand a squeeze before she went back to her seat.

“Verde. Where would you like me, Rainha?”

“Stay right there for a moment, Leoa.” She watched Juliana walk over to the bed and unfasten one of the sets of restraints. Juliana carried them to her. “Hands behind your back.” The strap-on brushed past Helena’s thigh as Juliana walked round behind her, leaving a trail of lubricant on her skin. Helena obeyed and Juliana bound her wrists together. “Good. You’re such an obedient, tame Leoa, aren’t you?”

“For you, Rainha, only for you.”

Juliana grinned as she walked back to the bed. “Remember that, Leoa. Only for me.” Helena watched Juliana climb on to the bed and lie down against the pillows. “Now… come here. Ride your Rainha. I want to watch you come undone on me.”

Helena took a deep breath, feeling a thrill of arousal roll through her. Yes, she’d climaxed not long ago, but watching her punishment, seeing Caitlin and Juliana have a lot of fun together… she was more than ready for more. She climbed on to the bed, careful to keep her balance with her wrists behind her back, and straddled Juliana. Juliana helped, guiding the strap-on to her entrance. Helena lowered herself onto it, gasping at the fullness, her over sensitised body responding to the penetration with a force that almost tipped her over the edge immediately. She moved, slowly at first, finding the angle and the rhythm. Juliana’s hands settled on her hips, guiding her. The visual from Caitlin’s perspective, Helena riding Juliana, naked, her face surely a picture of intense pleasure, was something that Helena was acutely aware of, and being that aware intensified everything.

As Helena ground against her, Juliana said, “This time, your challenge isn’t to wait for me to tell you to climax. Your challenge is to keep going, whenever you climax. You may not slow down. You may not stop. You were such a good Leoa for me today, this is your reward.”

Helena gasped as a wave of pleasure rolled through her. “Keep going, Rainha?”

“Keep going. You only stop when I give you permission.” She grinned wickedly. “If you stop, you get another punishment.”

Helena moved her hips, finding a rhythm with Juliana, and Juliana’s hands started exploring, one always on her hip while the other roamed her body, touching her everywhere and anywhere she wanted. Something spectacular was building, Helena could feel it, but when her eyes fluttered shut Juliana’s response was immediate. “Eyes open, Leoa. I want you to know who it is making you feel like this.”

She forced her eyes to stay open. Juliana started to thrust into her, keeping the rhythm but doubling the sensation, then out of nowhere it hit, hard… a sudden huge climax that made her moan, her body tightening around the strap-on, forcing her gaze to stay on Juliana who fucked her through it.

“Don’t stop, Leoa.”

Helena fought every instinct to slow, to climb off, and just about managed to keep moving. The sensation was incredible, right on the edge between too much and just the right amount, balanced right there. The only thing keeping her moving was that Juliana had commanded it… that was all there was to it.

“Please,” Helena gasped before she even knew what she was saying.

“Please what, Leoa?”

“I…” Helena could barely speak. “I don’t even know, Rainha.” A wave of pleasure shuddered through her and she wondered if she might be about to climax again, even so soon after she just had.

“Rainha sounds right now, doesn’t it.” Juliana looked across the room at Caitlin. “I’m your Dona’s queen, Caitlin. She’s mine. Completely.” She paused and another wicked grin crossed her face. “Let me show you.” Juliana looked back up at Helena. “Turn around. Face her.”

Helena obeyed instantly, lifting off the strap-on, rotating one hundred and eighty degrees, and then settling back down, moaning at the fullness from this newer, deeper angle. Somewhere deep down she wondered what Juliana planned on showing Caitlin, but her conscious brain couldn’t think coherent thoughts because there was definitely another orgasm incoming, and it would be any minute now.

Caitlin was sat in her chair, watching with bright eyes and parted lips. She’d pulled her t-shirt back on and looked, to Helena’s eye, devastatingly beautiful. Helena flashed a quick smile as she started to grind against Juliana again, and Caitlin smiled back.

Juliana’s hands were on Helena’s hips, helping to control the pace, her fingers digging in, and then she felt one of the thumbs move, slowly but surely, towards somewhere that she’d allowed few people to go. For a moment, just a moment, the safe word flashed through her mind, and yet… the whole point was to show Caitlin what her complete, genuine submission looked like. She’d let her last boyfriend do anal regularly as part of her submission to him, and Juliana was a hundred times the dominant that he was while Caitlin was, well, Caitlin. This feels right, she thought, absolutely, perfectly right. The word died on her lips.

The thumb settled there, not pushing, just resting, slipping a couple of millimetres in with each flex of the hip, then out again.

“What colour, Leoa?”

Helena hesitated again. Anal play was something she’d done with others before, something she saw as the ultimate submission. The trouble was that having taught Juliana everything she knew, Juliana knew that too. She’d done it on Juliana as part of teaching her, a crazy, insanely intense night of gentle, considerate play where she’d shown how adding that in could elevate the pleasure. Juliana, though, had never done it on her. Permission now meant something profound for Helena… this would be complete and utter submission, she would be Juliana’s entirely.

“Verde.”

“Oh, my brave, brave Leoa, perfeita.” Juliana paused. “Caitlin, come round and sit next to me. You need to see how magnificent she is in her surrender.”

Helena watched as Caitlin stood and walked over until she was behind Helena, knowing that she was blushing at the thought of her Gatinha seeing her total submission. But Caitlin, more than anyone else, she trusted with this.

The thumb started to press and then slipped suddenly a little inside, and Helena figured that Juliana had used some of her arousal to add a little lubrication. She was gentle, very gentle, but Helena gasped and moaned still as the thumb worked inside her, filling her up, the double penetration an insane sensory overload.

“See how she is now completely mine?” she heard Juliana say, though Helena barely registered it through the fog of arousal as her climax loomed.