Reese stood tall, her shiny spandex catsuit clinging to her curves as she gazed down at her submissive. Her eyes sparkled with a confident gleam, and her voice was firm as she commanded, "Kneel before me, and show me the respect I deserve."

Her submissive hesitated for a moment, but Reese's dominant demeanor was too intimidating to resist. He dropped to his knees, his eyes cast downward in submission.

But just as Reese was about to deliver her first command, her submissive suddenly sprang into action. With a swift motion, he grabbed the ropes that Reese had intended to use for b*ndage and wrapped them around her wrists and torso instead.

Reese's eyes widened in shock as she realized she was being taken over in her own dungeon. She struggled against the restraints, but they were too tight. He then produced the pink b*ll gag that Reese had planned to use on them and shoved it into her mouth, silencing her protests.

The tables had turned, and Reese was now the one in a bind. He stood over her, a sly smile spreading across his face as he began to taunt her. "You're not as dominant as you thought you were, are you, Mistress?" he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "You're really just a submissive at heart, aren't you?" He thrust his leather gloved fingers into her mouth. "Suck!" he commanded.

Reese's eyes flashed with anger and humiliation, but she couldn't deny the truth. As she sat there, helpless and bound, she felt a thrill of excitement mixed with shame. She had always secretly enjoyed being on the receiving end of dominance, but she had never dared to admit it to herself or anyone else.

He continued to tease her, running his hands over her body and making her squirm with pleasure. Pulling on her crotchrope and making her quiver. Reese's resistance crumbled, and she felt herself surrendering to her true desires.

"Yes," she mumbled over his fingers, her voice barely audible as she sucked. "I'm a submissive. I love being dominated."

He removed his fingers and Reese repeated her admission, her voice clearer this time. "I'm a submissive. I love being tied up and commanded. I love being at someone else's mercy."

As she spoke, Reese felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She had finally acknowledged her true nature, and it was liberating. He smiled and put his foot on her chest, and Reese felt a rush of excitement and anticipation.

From that day on, Reese and he switched roles, with Reese embracing her submissive side and her partner taking on the dominant role. It was a revelation that brought them closer together and added a new level of excitement to their relationship.

Dominant Deposed