After tying me up in the Playroom earlier that evening, Martin must've been on a mean streak because he obviously didn't get his fill with the "Pantyhose and Br3ath Play" scene. In the same pantyhose and heels, he tied me up again, but this time in the bathroom... alone. No pleasure, no conversation and no attention. All I could do was sit still and sit quietly on the toilet with my elbows and ankles bound, mouth wrapped, and into a bent position with my neck tied to my ankles.