Standing spread, gagged with a big ball gag in my mouth, drool trickling down my stomach, crotch of the pantyhose torn, waiting on Martins next move. Right away, my elbows are tied, hair in a tight ponytail, then hogties me on the pallet with the torturous chair mat flipped upside down and screwed to the base. Once he lays me on it, I could not bare the discomfort of the spikes. I fight and scream and cry and beg that I be pulled off the mat but Martin continues until I can no longer take it. He picks me up, puts me to the ground, then tightens me up, wets me down, and hoists my arms, ankles, and hair to the ceiling.