I love how much I'm able to roll around on the floor and I especially love how this smaller-sized ball gag makes me drool more than usual. It's like a challenge having to avoid the puddle every time I get near it. I'm just enjoying it so much that Martin takes me right past the 2nd and 3rd timer... or was it the 3rd or 4th? I lost count. Either way, Martin knows me. He knows when I love it, he knows when I hate it, he knows how much I can handle and how far he can take me. Even when I think I'm done, he pushes me further when he knows it's what I truly want.