Stuck in the yummy predicament, Martin adds a pair of nipple clamps to my tits for added discomfort - my least favorite (and most painful) form of torment. The fact that I had kicked off my heels made for a more uncomfortable squatting strappado so I ultimately screwed myself over. With my mouth open by the ring gag, the amount of drool that dripped on the floor was incredible. In time, my arms started to tingle, my nipple began to burn, my feet grew tired, and my thighs started to shake in weakness. I was hurting. Needless to say, it didn't take much for this position to break me down. This d... Show more