Domme Rachel Lei: Tables turned (HD)

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Rachel Lei stood tall in her black leather boots, the scent of leather and PVC lingering, as she waited for her submissive, a man who dared to test her patience. Her boots, were the centerpiece, symbols of her power. But her sub, a man who had promised devotion, was late. As the minutes ticked by, Rachel's annoyance grew. She checked her watch. Her sub had been reliable in the past, but today he had crossed a line. Rachel's lips curled into a thin, disapproving line. Being late was not just an inconvenience; it was a direct challenge to her authority. Finally, the heavy wooden door creaked open, and he stumbled in, his face flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry I'm late Mistress"

"Apologies are not enough. You know the rules. Being late is a sign of disrespect. And I do not tolerate disrespect."

"I know, Mistress. Please forgive me."

"Forgiveness is not easily earned. You will have to prove your devotion. And you will start by showing me just how sorry you are."

She stopped in front of him, her height accentuated by her heels, looking down at him with a mixture of disdain and amusement. "On your knees. Now."

He dropped to his knees, his he bowed.

"Good," Rachel said, her voice softening slightly, though her tone remained firm. "Now, you will crawl to me like the you are."

Rachel watched with satisfaction, her lips curling into a slight smile. She enjoyed this, the power she held over him, the way he submitted to her will.

As he continued, Rachel's phone rang in her pocket. She pulled it out, her brow furrowing as she saw the caller ID. It was an important client; someone she couldn't ignore. "Hold that thought" she said, stepping away from him. "I need to take this call." She walked to the other side of the room, her back to the sub, her voice low as she spoke into the phone. The sub was left alone and felt a surge of rebelliousness. He had been humiliated, punished, and now, he saw an opportunity. Rachel was distracted, her guard down. It was a chance to turn the tables, to show her that he wasn't just a pathetic submissive.

With a quick glance to ensure she was still engaged in her call. He moved silently; his footsteps soft on the stone floor. He approached her from behind, his hands reaching out, his fingers wrapping around her wrists. Rachel, caught off guard, gasped as he pulled her arms behind her back, holding them firmly, he pressed his hand over her mouth, silencing her, his other hand still gripping her wrists. Rachel struggled, her eyes wide with surprise and anger, but the sub was stronger than he appeared, and he held her firmly.

"You think you can control me, Mistress?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You think I'll always be your obedient little pet?" He pushed her towards the chair, making her sit, and quickly tied her wrists to the back of it with a length of rope he had found nearby. Rachel's arms were pulled tightly behind her, her armpits exposed, vulnerable.

He reached out, his fingers tracing the soft skin of her armpit, tickling her gently at first, then more insistently. Rachel squirmed, her body twisting against the ropes, her laughter turning into frustrated moans.

He leaned closer, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered, "Who's in control now, Mistress?"

Rachel's eyes closed, her body arching as she tried to escape his touch, but the ropes held her firmly. He pulled out a ball gag from his pocket, a tool he had brought just in case, and pushed it into her mouth, securing it tightly. Rachel's eyes widened, her protests muffled by the gag, as she realized the extent of her predicament. He stepped back, admiring his bondage work. Rachel was tied to the chair, her arms pulled behind her, her armpits exposed, a ball gag filling her mouth. Sub's gaze dropped to her boots, still gleaming under the dim light. He knelt before her, his hands tracing the leather, his touch reverent despite his earlier rebellion. Rachel's eyes narrowed, her body tensing as he worshipped her boots, his fingers caressing the leather, his lips pressing against the heels. She felt a mix of emotions: anger at his defiance, arousal at his touch, and a strange sense of excitement at the reversal of roles.

"Not so dominant now, are you, Mistress?"

"You look so beautiful like this, Mistress. So helpless."

But the ropes held firm, and the gag silenced her protests. She was trapped, her body on display, her sensitive spots exposed, her dominance shattered. The subs' hand moved to her mouth, his fingers pressing against the gag, silencing her moans. He pulled out a roll of tape, tearing off a long strip, and pressed it over her mouth, sealing the gag in place. He stepped back, a triumphant smile on his face. "There," he said, his voice satisfied. "Now you can't even beg for mercy."

Rachel glared at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and desire. She was trapped, her body on display, her sensitive spots exposed, her voice silenced. Daniel had turned the tables, and she was now the one at his mercy.

Subs' gaze dropped to her boots once more, his fingers tracing the leather, his touch reverent. "You may be my Mistress," he whispered, "but tonight, I am in control."

He stood, his eyes meeting hers, his smile confident. "I'll leave you here, struggling, feeling small. Maybe then you'll remember who's really in charge."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Rachel alone, tied to the chair, her moans muffled by the ball gag sealed with a wrap gag. She struggled against the ropes, her body twisting but the bonds held firm.

The sub left her struggling on the chair, making her feel small as himself.