For the next 15 minutes, Martin makes no changes in the tie he has me in. Throat roped to the chair, elbows tied while I use my arms to hold me up, legs spread with each ankle strapped to the chair, nipple clamps tormenting my sensitive tits, and a big ball wedged in my mouth to muffle my cries. The entire time, we play the game of hoisting my pussy a couple notches off the seat, making me suffer, then bringing me down to rest. Up again as I squirm around in search of comfort, then back down. Over and over and over again until my legs start burning.