When Martin hoses me down, I love how wet my pantyhose gets... in more ways than one. And I may be upset with the gag but I love everything else - how my knees are spread because my feet are tied to the seat and how my back is arched because my wrists are pulled to the bottom of the chair. The tight crotch rope constantly reminding me that it's there each time I lift my ass up and the clamps pinching on my nipples keeping me from trying not to move too much. Sometimes, the more I hate it, the better.