I wore a mini-skirt, crotchless pantyhose and heels all day and seeing as I wanted to wear it for the show, Martin couldn't be happier about my choice of outfit. Oh, the possibilities! He propped me on the table on all fours and strung my arms up on the rack. With my ass up and my legs spread, Martin anchors my knees down in case I try to close them, then ropes my ponytail to my elbows and binds my ankles crossed. We've only just begun and I'm drooling like crazy! Then, he cranks it up with some clovers and ties those down to the table and the countdown to my demise begins...