Ball gagged strapped to the last hole, drooling, crying, wet, topless, and standing on top of a cinder block in 6" heels. Face full of tears, and in fear of falling and begging to get off. Martin makes me stay planted on the block for another 5 minutes until he brings me to a sitting position. Clamps to my nipples, some more freezing, cold water to wet my skin, and a crying, drooling, painful intermission. After a short break to rest my legs, Martin brings my face to my knees, then attaches rope from my ankles, through the cinder block, and then to my wrists so that I'm one with the block.