Whenever Martin lures me into the Playroom, it's never easy. Whether I'm dressed up or dressed casually, the punishment is the same. I don't need to be naked for him to wreck me either. What brought me here in the first place was a tight pair of jeans and heels. I was cuffed at the elbows, ankles and wrists and when Martin cranked the winch just high enough to bring me to my toes, you could see the stress all over my face. It was so hard to breathe that when he tried to pop the gag in between my teeth, it almost didn't fit lol. This should be fun...