Another day and another fantasy about Donna. I just want to say before I begin that Donna is a real person. The fantasies I have about her dominating and punishing me are of course, just fantasies. If Donna ever knew about my interest in  her then I'd be toast. I can't let that happen. Before I begin let me tell you about Donna.

Donna is in her 50's. She's taken very good care of  herself and is in great physical shape. She's thin but muscular in a feminine way. Donna has long dark hair and usually wears her hair in a way that highlights her hard chiseled looks. I melt in her presence regardless of how she is dressed. Just being near her is enough to turn my limp dick into a hard-on. When I've seen her in a bathing suit I"ve nearly creamed myself. Just the thought of that strong feminine body and irresistable arrogant attitude makes me want to kneel in her presence and beg to serve her hand and foot. I imagine myself laying down in front of her as either a footstool or have her walk all over me.

There were times when I've been near her sunbathing. That day is stuck in my mind. She lay in the opposite direction of the chair I was sitting in so that her feet were facing me. Here I am with a foot-fetish and need to be abused by Donna and her feet are staring me in the face. I wanted to jerk-off on the spot but there were too many others around.

There was an evening we went out walking (a group of us). She had on a pair of sandals and was dressed in a low cut loose fitting blouse. When we got back to the house she immediately slipped off her sandals and placed her feet on a table in front of her. I almost died and tried to get myself on the other side of the sofa so her feet could be in my face. It was to no avail. She simply placed her feet up on the table as if she were expecting a massage or someone like me to come along and grovel at her feet. This happened more than once.

Another time she was wearing a pair of flat heeled mule shoes with a closed toe. Those always turned me on because I remember snifing a pair when I was young and they smell oh so good. Anyway, she bent down to pick something up and her feet were almost coming out of the shoes. I can see the wrinkles of her soles all the way to the balls of her feet. I wanted to jump to the floor and stick my nose right in there but instead all I could do was memorize the moment.

Another time she almost had me really go ga-ga. Donna has a habit of really getting close in on my face. Almost as if she were going to kiss me except she doesn't.  This time she placed her hand under my chin and squeezed my cheeks in the way that some do with a child that they are angry with. Except with me, Donna wasn't angry. I think she was really trying to push to see how far she can take me. She then let go and lightly smacked me across the face and laughed. Sometimes I think she knows how I feel about  her.

Donna has to be the most wonderful woman I've ever met. She's dominant by nature and although there's more beautiful than her, her attitude more than makes up for it and places her far above other women that I could adore.

Donna is real and the above scenes really did happen. They are kind of vanilla but they are stuck in my mind and I will never forget them.