Whatever Martin does to me, I take. At least majority of the time. No matter the position, no matter the pain and no matter the length of time. Im usually lucky though because I love almost everything he does to me. In this case, I was strung up by my neck with my elbows crushed behind my back. The noose alone made the position what it was. I was so high on my feet that it was difficult to balance, standing on the tips of my toes. Its always been a natural reaction to stand on one foot and attempt to lift myself higher by using my other foot, thinking that it helps alleviate the strictness of the rope around my throat. I love a nice tight throat rope! Especially when its so tight that I struggle to breathe!
