Jonathan’s POV
Here I am, hanging up spread eagle in her cellar dungeon. Nothing fancy really just a big overhead beam with a couple posts out to the sides and a nice easy chair with a table on the side. I have locking cuffs on my ankles that are chained out to the sides so my feet, which have 5 inch stiletto heels tied on them, are held about two feet apart so that she has free access to my crotch.
My hands are in leather bondage mittens with locking wrist cuffs and are attached to eyehooks screwed securely into the beam overhead. A one pound chrome ball stretcher pulls at me below, and a black rawhide lace is tied around the base of my c**k, keeping it hard. A ball gag is strapped in my mouth and my head is held erect by a tight posture collar secured at the back with a padlock.
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