Tears, drool and sweat dripping out of me while I endure this position in the chair. My elbows are tied, ankles crossed and bound at the ankles with my neck pulled to my knees and my head back to my arms. Martin unties everything but my elbows, switches out the gag in my mouth to an even bigger one and wraps my face up tight. My D'Orsay heels are also swapped out for a pair of 6" stilettos and my hair is tied to the ceiling so I'm to stand.