Martin drags me into the Playroom for cruel punishment and further questioning. He ties my hands above my head, ties my ankles crossed, then flogs me and makes me count the lashes. When I fail to keep count, Martin grows upset and gags me with the biggest ball gag. The one that hurts my mouth going in and hurts even more going out! He clamps my tits, hangs small weights on the chain, and makes me repeat count but I still cannot remember the number so raises me off the ground and now I am hanging by just my hands – in complete agony. I yell as best as I can to be let down but Martin ignores me and now he’s even more angry. He tries to get me to come clean but stick to my story. All of a sudden, I’m unsure what happened but Martin must have been so upset, he worked himself a heart attack and collapses at my feet! What am I going to do!?
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