As the situation worsens, it gets harder for me to handle. Already crippled in anguish, Martin begins to add weights to the chain of the nipple clamps. The more he adds, the tougher to maintain. He adds a couple more weights and a squeeze to the inflatable penis gag occupying my mouth has got the tears going in my eyes. My breaths are becoming labored, my back is starting to sweat, and then I start to writhe around in place, in search of any kind of comfort I can find. After 25 minutes, Martin swaps out gags for his favorite red one - strapping it tightly from my face, all the way around the e... Show more