30 minutes into the live show. Body wet, sweating from the pain, drooling all over my legs while I sit, in an almost immobilizing tie to the cinder block, and sobbing uncontrollably. Martin removes my gag so I can verbalize my suffering. I squirm in anguish and tell him how much it hurts and with no mercy, he gags me again with the same, wet, 2" ball gag that was just in my mouth. After a while, Martin gives me another down-time by untying me and having me remove my heels. Then he stands me back up on the cinder block, ties my wrists above my head to ready me for the finale of the show.

30 minutes into the live show. Body wet, sweating from the pain, drooling all over my legs while I sit, in an almost immobilizing tie to the cinder block, and sobbing uncontrollably. Martin removes my gag so I can verbalize my suffering. I squirm in anguish and tell him how much it hurts and with no mercy, he gags me again with the same, wet, 2" ball gag that was just in my mouth. After a while, Martin gives me another down-time by untying me and having me remove my heels. Then he stands me back up on the cinder block, ties my wrists above my head to ready me for the finale of the show.