From beginning to end, I'm in complete silence whether gagged, or ungagged. Hair pulled to the ceiling in tight knots, elbows tied, rope around my chest, crotch rope deep in the pussy, thighs tied, and knees pressed on the concrete. Only way I could keep myself from pulling more on my hair was to stay on my toes and that's what was wearing down on me. Martin gags me with a big ball gag and psychologically, things get worse and the position gets much harder. I start drooling uncontrollably and re-adjusting my feet to find a comfortable medium but each time I move, I make matters worse. Just my ... Show more