Gagged, tied to a chair, with my pussy pulled to the ceiling for the last half hour now. Clamps on my tits, elbows tied, spit running down my chin and all my chest, arms purple, and sweat rolling down my back. Martin takes my heels off, hoists me higher off the chair so I'm on my toes. Up, then down, then up again, then higher until he decides it's time to provide relief... but first, he's gotta get some ice cold water to drench me while I un-tie and un-gag myself, then remove the nipple clamps...