With my mascara-stained face and my spit covered chin, Martin immediately demands that we play a game to end the show. My instructions are to walk from one end of the room to the other KNOWING that what makes this hard for me is not only the tight rope that's digging inside me, nor the firmly pressed elbows, but the nipple clamps that are swaying from my tits as I move. I've got 10 seconds to make it across and if I don't, the punishment calls for weights added to the nipple clamps. As Martin begins counting, I scurry to the opposite end in relief, only this time, my task is to do it again..... Show more