When Martin started me off with a double ring gag, I loved it. I love when he uses he fingers to punish my mouth - ramming them down my throat so he can get me ready for what my mouth truly wants, which is a ball gag. When he slid that ball in my mouth, it felt right. Like it belongs. But then he added the clamps and it didn't end there. I was OK standing in my 6" heels, belted by leather until weights were slowly added to each clover that dangled from my nipple. That's when the pain shifted all to my nipples and I slowly started to lose myself.