My feet always get me in trouble and I just can’t help it. Martin thinks I can control it but I can’t. Clearly, I can’t behave, even if it means avoiding the consequences. Can you blame me though? He’s got my legs tied to the posts while my elbows are crushed and I’m lifted off […]
When Martin finalizes a position, in his brain, there’s always room for more. Even with my legs spread wide, my wrists pulled behind me with my gag tied to my elbows, clovers on my nipples and a crotch rope to the ceiling… Martin can always take it up a notch. And that, he does. By […]
She groaned before him, crushed into strict bondage by crushing zip ties and gagging on a massive wad of panties taped tightly into her mouth. Her tits bulged around the tape constricting them and her nylon-sheathed head bowed before him, secured to the chain of clover clamps pulling cruelly on her crushed nipples. A wire […]
“Are you crazy? I’ve got diplomatic immunity!” were the last words she was able to utter before having her moan hole stuffed with a huge sponge that he brutally taped in place with clear tape. Her tits glowed hot and red from the biting zip ties around them and a vibrating egg was buried inside […]
Martin’s always got the works going on when he ties me up. Elbows, neck rope, nipple clamps, big gag, crotch rope – but I always tend to be bothered by one or two things, never all. Tonight, it was the neck rope. Once he came in and made that adjustment, it changed my world and […]
Spread wide and arched over the chair while my mouth is packed and clovers hang from my nipples, Martin escalates the situation with the neck rope. That last piece was all it took to put me in the state of discomfort he was looking for and now that he has me where he wants, Martin […]
I guess this was the night Martin decided I no longer needed nipples cause when he put the clovers on, it hurt a million times more than usual. (He did buy two new pairs and guaranteed, this was one of them). Martin hangs magnetic weights to the chain, then sticks me to the rack. I […]
I’m over here paralyzed with fear with my nipples attached to the rack by a magnet while my arms are tied to my ankles, so every time I try to stand flat, I risk pulling on the clamps. All of that and Martin makes me take my heels off – taking things to a whole […]
Martin has me chained to the ceiling while I’m gagged underneath a latex hood. I’m naked, barefoot and my hands are behind my back. It starts off OK… I’m controlling my balance and breathing but as each element is added, it all goes downhill very quickly. Martin brings me to my toes by tightening the […]
Still maintaining my breath and balance but every time I sway back and forth and the chain gets tighter around my neck, I take a big hit to my energy and oxygen levels. It’s getting hotter underneath the hood and as the situation intensifies, Martin adds clovers on my nipples and leaves me alone in […]