Remember, from the moment Martin finished the tie, I was in trouble. You see that I am completely still and I seem very calm but that's because every move I make, only puts me in more trouble. My feet being pressed up against the pallet with all my weight resting on it and my nipples. With the clovers attached to the ceiling. The crushed elbows and the bendy position I'm into was almost irrelevant. And despite my non-gagged mouth, I cried and verbalized how much I was suffering, but never asked to get out. Here's where my reward comes in...