We're roughly 20/25 minutes into the show and I am in an immobilizing hogtie with my hair and throat pulled back and my heels pulled to my arms. Martin tries putting the nipple clamps on me but with my tits pressed up against the table, there was no way he could get them on. I was relieved... until he went for the clover clamps and put those on instead. I was already drooling like a faucet and now that these were on, I was ruined, but I tried my best to be a good girl because I knew how much Martin loves me in this position and love the clover clamps. For another 16 minutes, I suffered quietly. What kept me going was knowing how that I was making a lot of people happy.