Completely silenced by the chair tie position - ball gagged and drooling, neck rope slightly restricting my air supply, elbows welded, crotch rope punishing my pussy, and my feet pulled up to the back of the chair. Hard for me to move, hard for me to utter a word, and hard for me to moan in pain. Spit runs down my chin, between my tits, over my stomach, and right over my rope covered clit... drenching the seat of my chair. Martin takes control of my air by pinching my nose as he knows how much I hate it. Then he decides it's time to duplicate the position he had me in the night before...