Martin darling my new outfit tonight. It was perfect in every way for what he had planned for me. A short, tight dress with many slits and holes that gave him access to all the right places. He had me standing on top of the wooden platform where he bound me up against the cross – elbows crushed and all. A small, vibrating egg was slid inside my rose and my ankles were restrained with the remote wedged between my legs. Then Martin ties rope around my throat and uses it to pin me to the cross. I have not choice but to stand up straight and keep my head up high or I choke myself. Weeping, drooling, and then the big white ball is jammed in my mouth to quiet me down.