Still tied to the chair, 2″ ball gag sitting deep in my mouth drool runs down my neck and my tits. Elbows still tightly pressed against each other and pulled to my side, rope around my chest and shoulders, restricting the air I breathe in, tweezer nipple clamps pinching at my nipples, and my ankles are crossed and tied along with my knees. 98% of the time, when Im in too much pain, silence and still movement is how I respond but despite the agony, I continued to push through. Tears begin to form in my eyes as I start getting that feeling like Im nearing my edge. Martin adds a little torment to the mix and I get a little more anxious to get untied and as soon as he tells me Im soon to get out, I knew I HAD to stick it out.
