While I’m in a position, I must remain still and keep my mouth open and tongue out while Martin flogs me with the cat o’ nine tails. Each time I begin to close my mouth or move, that’s a strike. I’m crying and drooling and loving every minute of it. When Martin feels I’ve received a good warm up, he blindfolds me, binds my elbows, and ties me on the pallet. On my back, my legs are frog tied, arms pulled to the bottom of the pallet, throat roped to the top of the pallet, pussy roped to the frame, nipple clamps pulled to an over head point, mouth gagged, then sprayed down with iced water.
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