Still in a standing reverse prayer with my hair pulled to the ceiling and me on my toes. I turn myself around a few times to display my tightly bound body for Martin. He takes the cat o' nine tails and whips my ass, the back of my thighs, and my legs until I'm in so much agony that it leaves me speechless for several minutes after the beating. After another 10 more minutes of suffering, Martin puts me on my knees, ties my ankles crossed, and ties my ankles to my hands.