Tied into a secure box tie with a neck rope leading down to my toes, I am in this kneeling position. It is this position that will ultimately make me cry. The pressure on my neck competes for my attention with the intense electrical sensations in my pussy. I begin to sweat as my face changes colors. The inflatable gag further restricts my natural flow and me to drool down the front of my body. I want you to see me. I want you to witness my experience. I want you to know what is happening to me. I want you to know that I see you too. I am looking at you, looking at me. I aim to keep my eyes transfixed on you so that you will do the same to me. After all, I am suffering for you. I mean, I derive pleasure from the suffering itself, but outside of the context of someone watching, my suffering would be. I like to suffer for you. Yes, you. Yes, I am suffering for YOU.