As Reese stood before her former submissive, now her dominant, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of trepidation. She had always been the one in control, the one who wielded the power and dictated the terms of their play. But now, she had willingly surrendered that control, allowing herself to be bound and restrained in a way that left her c*mpletely at the mercy of her partner.

The leather mittens that encased her hands were a marvel of craftsmanship, soft and supple to the touch, yet unyielding in their grip. The tight leather "Sweet Gwen" hood that covered her head and face was snug and held the sponge that gagged her firmly in place.

As the restraint cuffs were placed on her wrists and elbows, Reese felt a shiver run down her spine. She was now c*mpletely helpless, unable to move or escape the fate that awaited her. The spreader b*r that was placed between her legs, holding them wide apart, only added to her sense of vulnerability.

But it was the strappado position that really drove home her submission. With her arms stretched up and back, her body was arched in a way that left her feeling exposed and defenseless. She was a canvas, waiting for her dominant to paint their masterpiece of p*in and pleasure.

And then, the silicone paddle came into play. Reese felt a jolt of anticipation as she heard the soft whoosh of the paddle slicing through the air, followed by the sharp cr*ck as it made contact with her *ss. The silky spandex catsuit she wore provided l*ttle protection against the impact, and Reese felt the p*in radiate through her body like a b*rning wave.

But it wasn't just p*in that she felt. Oh no, it was so much more than that. With each swat, Reese felt herself becoming more and more aroused. The p*in was like a key, unlocking a deep well of desire within her. She moaned with each impact, the sound muffled by the hood, but still audible to her dominant.

As the spanking continued, Reese felt herself becoming more and more lost in the sensations. She was no longer thinking, no longer rational. She was simply feeling, allowing herself to be consumed by the pleasure and p*in that was being inflicted upon her.

And when it finally stopped, Reese felt a sense of disappointment wash over her. She didn't want it to end, didn't want to leave the world of sensation and submission that she had entered. But as she hung there, suspended in the strappado position, he surprised her with a new sensation. The vibrator!

He cupped it under her crotch and lifted her off of the ground, her spread legs no longer able to find purchase with the floor. The intense waves washed over her clit and into her body, making her *rgasm immediately and howl into her mask. She had no idea of how pleasurable this afternoon would be, and now she clung to every second, hoping that it would never end.

Dominant Deposed Part 2