Tonight proves that you don't always need tough positions, loads of rope and strict ties to achieve tears and true suffering. Nothing was hard about tonight's scenario except the floggings that were administered by Martin. Bound with handcuffs around my ankles and wrists and noosed by a thick chain to the ceiling, I stood in heels with a large ball gag strapped tight. Clovers on my nipples with weight while Martin whips me until the drool and tears start flowing.