When Martin adds weights to the clovers, that was it for me. I didn't want to move but no matter how still I tried to stand, the weights kept swaying and I can feel the bite on the clamps destroying my nipples. Nothing else mattered. Not the big ball strapped to the last hole, not the tight crotch rope punishing my pussy, not the heels on my feet or the fact that the weight of my hands were resting on the rope around my neck.