Moaning and crying, tensing my body, then picking my face up off the spit-flooded table, then dropping it back down into the puddle. In a anguish, anxiously waiting for my time of release. Several times before my time is up, I scream and beg to be untied but Martin holds his ground. He's got a number in mind and he's sticking to it - no matter what! Martin wraps rope around my neck to restrict my breathing and it's almost as if the rope around my torso has gotten tighter as well. My hands are beginning to hurt and the intensity of the tie is starting to really push me to my limit. I holler out... Show more