After falling apart from the spreader bar, Martin unlocks the device and sits me on the chair - 4cingme to sit up straight with my legs spread while he drenches me in my tight jeans and now, wet t-shirt. He ties each ankle to the legs of the chair so I can't close my legs, then soaks me once more. Here I sit, in wet clothing, suffering from the rope that cinches my elbows together. All I can do is rock back and forth from the pain until Martin has had enough.