For an entire 16 minutes, the focus is on my decline while tightly wrapped in zip ties from ankle to neck. My top pulled down, nipple clamps on my tits, my elbows crushed, my throat so restricted from air, my mouth punished by this new muzzle gag, and my tired feet in heels - having to turn myself 'round and around. Trying to stay balanced and manage all my complaints. I'm crying with mascara down my face, drooling underneath the gag, wanting so badly to sit or be released, or have the nipple clamps removed, or my elbows released. I wanted ANY kind of comfort I could get! www.