With me having to stand with my knees in a slightly bent position while my elbows touch behind me... back arched to a great degree, tits out with weighted nipple clamps pulling down on each sensitive nipple, and my head pinned against the post in an extremely awkward position... the part I despised the most, was that I knew I had lipstick smeared all over my mouth. I was a MESS. My mouth gagged with the ball strapped to around my head and over the post ate away at me faster than I had expected and this is what made Martin love it the most. Then comes the end where I am released from my bonds w...

With me having to stand with my knees in a slightly bent position while my elbows touch behind me... back arched to a great degree, tits out with weighted nipple clamps pulling down on each sensitive nipple, and my head pinned against the post in an extremely awkward position... the part I despised the most, was that I knew I had lipstick smeared all over my mouth. I was a MESS. My mouth gagged with the ball strapped to around my head and over the post ate away at me faster than I had expected and this is what made Martin love it the most. Then comes the end where I am released from my bonds where you'd expect that there'd be no better feeling that to be untied but after being tied for long periods of time, that's not the case. As each element of affliction is removed, all else becomes magnified. First the ball gag comes off, and then I focus on the ring screwed into the post that pokes at the back of my head, and my arms are starting to feel as though they're on fire. Martin starts to untie my knees and ankles, then unties my arms and elbows and now it becomes the tits that hurt. When my arms are released, the pain sets in on the nipples and I want nothing more than to remove them but have absolutely no ability to do so since my hands are not in a functional state. Finally when hands gain sensation back, the last thing left is to get the clamps off my nipples, which take me anywhere between 10-15 minutes.