Martin tends to get his diabolical ideas when I'm on my knees, sucking his cock. Later, those perversions come to life during the live show. That's how I ended up roped into a brutal stress position- arms pulled to the ceiling- body folded with my face to my knees. The strain puts me into my own headspace while I try to hold myself together until Martin snaps me out of it with the clovers. When the intensity hits all at once, this leaves me a trembling, overwhelmed mess.