Besides flogging me a few times, there really wasn't much more Martin needed to do but watch me. With my head wrenched back and that rope between my pussy lips lifting me to my toes, I was already suffering enough for him to just let me be. Sweat glistening on my forehead, drool gathering at the rope around my throat and tears from everything that was happening all at once. I was a huge mess but I loved it! I love it even more when he brings me to this point, then releases me when I'm broken.