We weren’t even at it long and I’m already wrecked. Drooling and crying while Martin has me standing spread on the platform with my elbows crushed and hiked to the ceiling and my throat roped to my arms. Martin keeps me here for a good while until he releases me and puts me into a strict hogtie – hair and throat roped to my feet – just how I like it.
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