Martin steps away from the computer for a while to take a breather. He's thirsty so he goes into the kitchen, does the few dishes sitting in the sink, and grabs a drink from the fridge. center of the island, I'm bound and my mouth is tightly wrapped as I struggle in my tiny house clothes. Barefeet, midriff tee, and boy shorts. My knees and ankles are tied, complete with a chest harness and my elbows together. Before he leaves back to the office, he pervertedly watches me struggle so helplessly, and then goes back to his business.