Every once in a while, I need some time alone. To be bound gagged by myself, alone with my suffering. Sometimes it's what I want and sometimes it's what Martin wants. This time, it was for Martin, so he took me into the Playroom barefoot and cuffed me to the frame. My ankles cuffed and chained to the cinder block that I was sitting on and my throat was restrained to the post I was leaning against. Tight enough that I couldn't move but still able to breathe. My mouth was gagged and I had clovers on my nipples to add to my discomfort. This time, all the pain was in my nipples... probably bec... Show more