Once the large 2 1/2" ball gag is buckled down inside my mouth and my hair is wrenched back, I lose control. The feeling of the ball gag buried between my teeth, my elbows crushed together, and my tight pony tail being pulled back was almost too much for me to handle. All I could do was squirm in anguish and whether it was 2 minutes or 8 minutes in, the pain an discomfort did not subside one bit. Tears ran down my cheeks, drool poured over my chin, and moans of pain uttered from beneath my gag. Finally Martin ungags me, unties me, then me to stand under the winch where he attaches my ponytail ... Show more