I paid extra for my torture session. Donna had a party going on and if she was going to keep me tortured in her basement during the party then I would have to pay extra to have her torture me in between enjoying her party with her guests.

Donna knows what type of torment I enjoy. On this night, I had paid Donna so much money that she said that she would let me ejaculate at the end of my weekend long session. Whips, nipple clamps, electrotorture - nothing is really out of bounds. It really depends upon how Donna feels at any time. 

Donna instructed me to arrive early so that she can set me up in her dungeon and then carry on with her guests. I did as Donna commanded. Parking my car down by the street, I walked up towards her home and rang the doorbell. All the time, in my drive to Donna's home for my session I could only think about Donna, What would she wear? How would she torment me? In what order would she torment me? I was soon to find out and I could barely keep my hard-on in check knowing that even the sight of my beautiful Donna is enough to extract pangs of love from in-between my legs.

Donna answered the door. She looked lovely this evening. She was wearing a blue skirt that sort of hung like paper mache about half-way between  her knee and her waist. It was at the height of a mini-skirt. It showed off Donna's beautiful firm legs. As I looked down to see her shoes and feet I could not help but notice she was wearing new shoes. These were sandals with straps across her toes and a sling around her heel. It showed off her beautiful feet. I've been attracted to Donna's feet for years and knowing that she would let me ejaculate while I hold her feet to my face was beyond my imagination after seeing how sexy her feet looked in her strappy sandals. The straps had different colors and were about 1/2 inch wide. The sandals had the most exquisity 3 inch stilleto heel. I love stilleto heels and Donna knows it. Her foot looked like it was almost forced into the sandals and that made me even more excited. If I know Donna, those sandals would be off when the start to hurt and I'd have  her bare feet to enjoy. I watched her feet as she walked ahead of me. I particularly enjoyed the way her heel sat in  her sandal. There's nothing I love more than Donna's feet, without stockings.

 Donna ordered me to go to the dungeon and remove all of my clothes. She followed shortly after. I could hear the click of her heels as she walked down the steps. My slice of heaven was about to be presented to me. Here I was, in the presence of one of the sexiest women I have ever met. Thin, muscular, and with such a forceful personality that I could never resist acquiescing to anything she tells me to do. This goddess of a woman is not standing in front of me as I'm naked with my dick sticking right up. She notices and smirks and then takes a fun smack at my dick.

"Let's see how long you can stay hard like that. I'd particularly like to see you stay like that all weekend until you are allowed to ejaculate." Donna says. Then she moves on to tell me what my weekend would be like as she begins to constrain me. Typically, my hands would be overhead but this time they are down by  my side. I have a hip constraing around my hips with my wrists firmly connected. I can't raise or lower my hands nor move them in any way. Donna pushes me back into a chair and begins to tie rope around my chest and legs so that I can't possibly escape.

"This is going to be a very long torture session and I want you to be comfortable throughout the session. Firstly, I have my guests and party to concern myself with and then I can move you into another position. Since you will be constrained for hours I don't want any complaints. Do you understand?" Donna says. I immediately say yes and can't wait for the torment to begin.