Standing spread, gagged with a big ball gag in my mouth, drool trickling down my stomach, crotch of the pantyhose torn, waiting on Martin's next move. Right away, my elbows are tied, hair in a tight ponytail, then hogties me on the pallet with the torturous chair mat flipped upside down and screwed to the base. Once he lays me on it, I could not bare the discomfort of the spikes. I fight and scream and cry and beg that I be pulled off the mat but Martin continues until I can no longer take it. He picks me up, puts me to the ground, then tightens me up, wets me down, and hoists my arms, ankles,... Show more