The position Martin put me in tonight was one of those that I can handle for a very short time. It was one of those positions where my knees are bent not too much, and not too little. He had never tied me like this before so I guess you could say it was a test run and whatever he saw needed improvement, better believe it'll be better the next time around. We start off with the very large, 2 1/2 ball gag, some rope around my neck, and my elbows tightly wrenched together. I'm in a standing position on top of the pallet wearing strappy heels and lingerie. Martin binds my ankles together, brings m...

The position Martin put me in tonight was one of those that I can handle for a very short time. It was one of those positions where my knees are bent not too much, and not too little. He had never tied me like this before so I guess you could say it was a test run and whatever he saw needed improvement, better believe it'll be better the next time around. We start off with the very large, 2 1/2 ball gag, some rope around my neck, and my elbows tightly wrenched together. I'm in a standing position on top of the pallet wearing strappy heels and lingerie. Martin binds my ankles together, brings my neck down towards my feet, my wrists tied down to a hook behind me, and my neck rope tied to the ceiling. Already I was in a fit to be untied. He makes his rounds again by pulling each strand of rope tighter, then rotates the pallet to put my bound body on display. Shifting my weight from one leg to another, I wriggle and search for comfort, knowing I wasn't going to find it. Back and fourth while Martin watches in satisfaction.