All the way until the end of the live show, I’m bound with a large gag, kneeling on the hard concrete, crotch roped, nipple clamped, arms and hands in a reverse prayer, with my hair pulled and holding me to the ceiling. My ankles are crossed and connected to my hands, with the rope around my throat being pulled to my hands as well, so each time I rest my feet, I choke myself. With my knees fixed on the spit covered ground, it gets harder for me to keep myself still and with my knees sliding around, I start pulling tighter on my hair and tightening the rope around my neck. At one point, Martin un-gags my mouth and lets me protest my discomfort. I beg for his mercy but luckily we are nearing the end, so he unties me, and then I do the rest.
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