When Martin takes me into the Playroom, he reminds me that my body was made for Martin's hands. To tie, and watch me suffer. And he did it in one of the best ways... tight and hard but in a position that slowly breaks me down. My elbows crushed, knees and ankles tied, pussy roped, and ball gagged underneath layers of duct tape. Then my wrists were pulled to the back of my knees with another piece of rope holding me up to the ceiling. I was so arched that it was hard to stand up straight without having to lean on the rope supporting my stance.