Martha blinks. This was going to be hard to endure. But potentially valuable.
"Instruments...?" she echoes. Wondering, for an eye widening moment, if Katya was thinking of performing surgery on her crippled leg...
Nodding again, she rubs at her peg leg and replies softly. "Yes, tie me up, please...that sounds sensible... I would like to ride out the Beast, please, ma'am." she nods. Hoping she'd have enough command over her studies to subdue it.
"I... I would like to be held and hugged, please... ma'am, very much..." she blinked and offered Katya a very shy smile. Imagining briefly Daisy Dukes, Diana's knees and thighs, stockings and Velma's legs.
Falling silent. She lets those thoughts linger a while and tries to steady her mind for the ordeal of pain ahead.