Not even 2 minutes into my down-time, Martin switches out gags and straps the 2" ball gag in my mouth. Tired, drenched in spit, and anticipating his next move, he puts my hair into a tight pony tail at the top of my head and ties it to the post above me. He pulls me straight onto my toes! I'm standing so tall that if I were to be moved, I felt as if my hair was going to rip away from my scalp. When I'm told to move, I refuse and this upsets Martin so he unties my elbows, then reties them so that they're touching.