After some time, my legs have now grown tired and having to hold myself in an upright position was getting much harder. Leaning, swaying, rocking, and squirming in any direction that would give me comfort was not doing me any good. Luckily for everyone else, Martin is set on his time and he was sticking to it. He unties me, takes me off the platform, and stands me up straight. He ties my arms to the ceiling, my neck to the rope that holds me up, pulls my tits out and places clamps on them, then crosses and binds my ankles together.