My arms are almost at a perfect 90 degree angle with my head pulled back, yet at the same time, pulled toward my knees. Tears going, drooling profusely, and trying not to think too much about the clamps on my nipples. Martin just sits back on the chair, puffs on a cigarette, and taunts me with his words while I slowly fall apart. He keeps me like this a good 8 more minutes until he sits me down on the wooden bench - still bound and gagged and now reaching my end. Everything but the rope around my hair and my elbows are untied for the remainder of the show. Martin makes me spread my legs wide t... Show more