Up until the end of the show, I rock back and fourth from the pain. Legs and ankles still tightly bound, clovers on my nipples and a ball gag to keep my loud mouth quiet. I can't help but squirm in place from the agony of the electrical tape wrapped around my arms that seem to get tighter with each minute but Martin isn't letting me out until we're finished. He gives me a seat on the cinder block but that's all I get. I'm there to complete my time whether I'm sitting, standing, swaying back and fourth or fussing about the pain.