It's been a while since I've been tied up in the Playroom. The bedroom, yes, but the Playroom is always a different ball game. Situations are a little bit different than being tied on the bed and for a girl who gets tied almost daily, I was anxious and excited to get roped. Martin was not lienient and he knew that he could get rigth back into tying me however way he wanted. Right away, he used to biggest 2 1/2" ball on my tiny mouth. With my tight jeans, tiny tank top, and high heels on, he crushed my elbows, lifted my shirt over my tits, and put me on the table for display. He roped my legs and ankles to the frame, my arms were pulled back and my hair was tied to the frame as well. I was nicely arched, my throat was perfectly roped just enough to restrict my air supply but given enough to breathe and I loved every minute of what was happening.