Before slipping on a hood, I popped a large gag in between my teeth and strapped it tight. Martin did the rest - cinching my elbows, arms, wrists and waist with leather restraints. As soon as he laid me onto my stomach, the reality of the gag hit me like a bomb. It was then, that I realized I had accidentally strapped it too tight and it was making me lose my composure. Everything Martin tried to do and every position he tried to put me in, I would ruin so he was f 0 rced to act swiftly. What a bad girl I was. Luckily, Martin's so great so all was fine.