I think this might be the noisest I have ever been when bound and gagged. From the beginning to end, I couldn't help but moan and cry at the level of discomfort I was in. Martin believes it to be the bit of mobility I was allowed... but for me, I couldn't pin point the issue but I was drooling SO MUCH that it soaked the hood over my face and dripped right through, which created a puddle on the table, and then some more on the ground. I couldn't stop squiring, I couldn't find comfort, and I couldn't keep quiet.