For the last half of the show, my arms are still pulled painfully high above my shoulders, my mouth is wedged open to capacity, and I'm on my toes, shifting from one foot to another in agony. Martin un-gags me and when he pops that giant ball out my mouth, I don't know what hurts more - the ball being in for 45 minute or having it removed. He unties me and puts me into a standing strappado and my arms are pulled so high, I cannot control myself. I moan, I fuss, and I cry... all until Martin unties me and sits me down for my time to remove my nipple clamps.