In trade for every failure tonight, Martin decides to leave me no choice and the clovers on me - the one thing I am deathly afraid of trying. He clamps them onto my nipples and I bite down the entire time, trying to bare the pain. I'm sprayed down with ice cold water and Martin even gives the gag a few more pumps. All I could focus on was the clovers, and at one point when he goes to pump a couple more times, it hits the clamp when he let go and it was game over for me. Good news is, we're both thrilled that I have broken in the clover clamps!