Every wonder what it takes behind the scenes to wrap Spyder Fayth up in a plastic and tape mummification that she cant escape from? Well, this shows exactly how many wraps it takes to keep me from getting getting out to pursue revenge no matter how hard I try as seen in here https://clips4sale.com/7999/21265315. I direct my wrapper throughout being wrapped giving him directions altho i am becoming more and more helpless and bound. The only part of my body not wrapped and in bondage is my nostrils and my feet. The rest of my entire body is wrapped behind recognition. We both try to keep eachother from getting dizzy but this is dangerous as balance must be kept so I don't fall over. Pictures are even taken while I stand helplessly wrapped before being lowered to the ground and starting the "official" video. For those of you that think doing or getting mummified is easy, watch this as it takes trust and patience to do so. Please be careful and know that standing up for this long is not easy for many and laying down and getting wrapped is definitely the safe way to go as the wrapper and wrappee.

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Have you ever wondered what it takes to actually get the "final" video of the struggle and escape attempt of a mummification video? Well, here you have it. My villain so nicely wraps me, listens to my requests, my production and physical demands and ensures I'm happy and safe while getting wrapped in clear plastic wrap. I trust my balance as usually a mummification isn't done standing but my feet are not to be wrapped so I can keep my balance upright to make the wrapping easier. We both get dizzy and must take turns going round and round. Once my entire head is wrapped and my mouth is covered with many layers except for my nose, we both think i have enough wraps on me to make it either a challenge or possibly impossible to escape as he takes pictures of me, lays me down on the cement so I can actually start the official video of me trying to escape this plastic mummification. Will Fantom Fayth succeed or will she be left to lay there in defeat? Watch and find out here https://clips4sale.com/7999/21213593

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Sometimes I must be a domestic Goddess and I must eat and feed my slaves but who said their job is done when i must cook? I am dressed in a tight fitting black dress and then I put my apron on to keep from getting too messy. My slave lies in front of the stove with everything I need to cook for dinner. He hands me the items from the ground as I need it as my boots dig into his chest, legs, and belly. I have him flip over just as I flip my meat in the pan so I ensure his back is equally with my full weight and with the heals from my boots. I hear him grimacing and this makes this Goddess smile. Once the sauce is simmering, I lean on the counter and have my slave remove my boots to further trample him with my socked feet to finish off my cooking task at hand. I do think all slaves should have strainers as hats to cover up what really doesn't need to be seen, but only felt. My kitchen, my rules, and if your lucky, you just might be able to eat what I'm cooking but only after I eat my share but of course as my slave, you will eat on your knees out of a bowl on the ground. Im very nice like that.

Sometimes I must be a domestic Goddess and I must eat and feed my slaves but who said their job is done when i must cook? I am dressed in a tight fitting black dress and then I put my apron on to keep from getting too messy. My slave lies in front of the stove with everything I need to cook for dinner. He hands me the items from the ground as I need it as my boots dig into his chest, legs, and belly. I have him flip over just as I flip my meat in the pan so I ensure his back is equally with my full weight and with the heals from my boots. I hear him grimacing and this makes this Goddess smile. Once the sauce is simmering, I lean on the counter and have my slave remove my boots to further trample him with my socked feet to finish off my cooking task at hand. I do think all slaves should have strainers as hats to cover up what really doesn't need to be seen, but only felt. My kitchen, my rules, and if your lucky, you just might be able to eat what I'm cooking but only after I eat my share but of course as my slave, you will eat on your knees out of a bowl on the ground. Im very nice like that.

Its time for Spyder Fayth to get back to fighting crime. I suit up and put on the final piece of my superhero uniform, my mask. Now I'm ready to track the villains down. I have finally caught up with the most evil villain around as i sneak up on his lair, watching him bring in even more evil tools of his trade. I quietly enter his dungeon lair and take a look at all his devices. As I talk to myself about how horrible of a man he is and how horrid his tool of choice are, he sneaks up behind me and grabs me in a bearhug from behind. I try to fight him off, kicking, screaming but his grip is too tight. He then punches me as hard as he cant in my spandex covered pussy, sending me to the floor holding my now painful crotch. He then stands over me and gives me a powerful kick to the pussy causing me to in lala land. He then proves he is most evil as he unzips my pussy zipper, inserts a vibrating bullet operated by the ring on his finger, as i still lie there and helpless. He then dumps water over my face, causing me to wake in a stir and try to find my composure but as soon as i think i do, he pushes the power button on his ring causing it to vibrate inside me. I beg to know what this is and what is going on as I try to hold back joy of the pussy vibrations. He states that its an explosive device and if i try to remove it, it will explode, if i dont cum, it will explode. The only thing that will deactivate this bullet bomb is the hitachi but I don't see one anywhere. The bullet vibrates me so much causing me to cum in my spandex causing me to go once again. I then wake up to find myself bound with my arms above my head and spread as the bullet is turned to full speed causing me to writhe and struggle in my binds. I scream, i try not to cum but its no use. I cum and I cum again begging for mercy. Several minutes pass as he enjoy causing chaos to my pussy, he then submits to my request to use the hitachi and try to deactivate this bullet bomb inside me. I use one to push the hitachi to my pussy but its just not enough, so i use my teeth to unbuckle my other wrists leather cuff so I can use both hands to myself to cum and cum, I turn it on high as i still feel the bullet inside vibrating. After a few more orgasms and screams of torment, i feel the bullet deactivate. I fall to the floor exhausted from this peril as I remove my mask, hold my crotch as it has just endured so much pain and torment. I am just grateful it didn't explode. I crawl away disheveled and wet and tired from this grueling affair. Maybe Spyder Fayths powers were not completely back after her last misfortunes and she needs to take another reperive before thinking she can take any and all villains down.

Im really needing some bondage in my life. I'm trying to quit smoking, I'm in a funky mood and I know a bit of self bondage will do the trick and turn my frown upside down. I take all safety precautions as I turn the camera on, and I call my landlord to come over in about 3 hours to help me move a piece of furniture and well, just incase i get myself in a serious bind, i know someone will help but i do not want his help nor do i want him to know what i do for my selfcare methods. But safety is paramount and it has to be done. I tell him to call before heading over, then I know i must escape my binds and all will be good. All things are in place, even the scissors hanging to help my escape. I tie my ankles, knees, and thighs together so very tight with rope. I shove a ballgag in my mouth and even buckle a collar on myself to put myself in the right submissive headspace. I then use zipties to bind my hands above my head. WOW, i tightened them so tight..oh well, the tighter the better as long as i can reach that scissors when i must. I then writhe and struggle in my bra and panties and enjoy my moment of bound reprieve. Nothing else on my mind, my bad mood diminishing nicely. Just what i needed! I lose track of time in my selfcare bondage therapy as the phone rings. My landlord leaves a message saying he is on his way. OkOK. no problem. I reach for my scissors but my grip isn't good and I drop them to my feet. I immediately start to panic as I don't know how I will escape by the time he arrives. OMG..I try to loosen my leg ropes and the unforgiving wrist zipties, I get nothing lose but I sure gain a bruised wrist from trying. The landlord comes in and I am utterly humiliated. He doesn't seem surprised as i he puts 2 and 2 together as to this is why I keep to myself and never have visitors. He seems to have another idea for me as I am still ballgagged and trying to explain to him this is my therapy, but then he invites me to dinner. I find that strange especially when he grabs the scissors but not to cut me down from my bondage but to cut my bra off and even my panties. I am so utterly confused and embarrassed but there is nothing I can do. he keeps saying he is going to have me for dinner and then he must tenderize my tits and nipples. I am still a bit unsure of his wording as he places very harsh nipple clamps over my pierced nipples after a good groping. I do believe he plans on having ME for dinner, not me over for dinner...What have I gotten myself into?

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Im really needing some bondage in my life. I'm trying to quit smoking, I'm in a funky mood and I know a bit of self bondage will do the trick and turn my frown upside down. I take all safety precautions as I turn the camera on, and I call my landlord to come over in about 3 hours to help me move a piece of furniture and well, just incase i get myself in a serious bind, i know someone will help but i do not want his help nor do i want him to know what i do for my selfcare methods. But safety is paramount and it has to be done. I tell him to call before heading over, then I know i must escape my binds and all will be good. All things are in place, even the scissors hanging to help my escape. I tie my ankles, knees, and thighs together so very tight with rope. I shove a ballgag in my mouth and even buckle a collar on myself to put myself in the right submissive headspace. I then use zipties to bind my hands above my head. WOW, i tightened them so tight..oh well, the tighter the better as long as i can reach that scissors when i must. I then writhe and struggle in my bra and panties and enjoy my moment of bound reprieve. Nothing else on my mind, my bad mood diminishing nicely. Just what i needed! I lose track of time in my selfcare bondage therapy as the phone rings. My landlord leaves a message saying he is on his way. OkOK. no problem. I reach for my scissors but my grip isn't good and I drop them to my feet. I immediately start to panic as I don't know how I will escape by the time he arrives. OMG..I try to loosen my leg ropes and the unforgiving wrist zipties, I get nothing lose but I sure gain a bruised wrist from trying. The landlord comes in and I am utterly humiliated. He doesn't seem surprised as i he puts 2 and 2 together as to this is why I keep to myself and never have visitors. He seems to have another idea for me as I am still ballgagged and trying to explain to him this is my therapy, but then he invites me to dinner. I find that strange especially when he grabs the scissors but not to cut me down from my bondage but to cut my bra off and even my panties. I am so utterly confused and embarrassed but there is nothing I can do. he keeps saying he is going to have me for dinner and then he must tenderize my tits and nipples. I am still a bit unsure of his wording as he places very harsh nipple clamps over my pierced nipples after a good groping. I do believe he plans on having ME for dinner, not me over for dinner...What have I gotten myself into?

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I am just getting home from a long day at the office. As I'm fumbling around with my keys and trying to unlock the door, little do I know there is someone watching me. As soon as I open the door, I am grabbed from behind and a white cloth is shoved between my teeth as he uses the gag to pull me back as I kick and scream as my purse goes flying. Next thing I know, my wrists are tied behind my back, my ankles and knees are bound and my vagina is split so far in 2 with a excruciatingly tight crotch rope. The chest rope ensures my arms aren't moving and helping my hands go numb. Right from the beginning all the way thru my bondage struggling torment, I gag talk and gag talk and gag talk. I beg you for mercy, I plead with you to let me go, I beg you to release me, but all you do is watch me struggling around this dirty, hard cement garage floor. The more I struggle the tighter the ropes seem to get, not loose. I really try to struggle in every possible position to try and get the ropes off but instead, the only thing that comes loose are my white highheels and the dirt from the floor onto my knees and skin. The more I struggle, the more raggedy and dishevelled I become. I am dripping sweat and I am gag talking constantly. I realize I cant escape the ropes but i see a door that I might be able to escape the house. I use my now bare dirty feet and toes to unlock 1 of the locks, then realize my toes aren't strong enough to unlock the other. I carefully stand up in my bondage and use my almost completely numb hands to finish unlocking it. I open it and hop out to the freedom outside as I lose my balance and fall to the ground to continue my struggling. I beg and plead, please help me. Will you please help?? ********I have included a still bound and gagged thank you at the end of this video. Yes, im smiling and loved every minute of this dirty sweaty strict torment:)*****

I am just getting home from a long day at the office. As I'm fumbling around with my keys and trying to unlock the door, little do I know there is someone watching me. As soon as I open the door, I am grabbed from behind and a white cloth is shoved between my teeth as he uses the gag to pull me back as I kick and scream as my purse goes flying. Next thing I know, my wrists are tied behind my back, my ankles and knees are bound and my vagina is split so far in 2 with a excruciatingly tight crotch rope. The chest rope ensures my arms aren't moving and helping my hands go numb. Right from the beginning all the way thru my bondage struggling torment, I gag talk and gag talk and gag talk. I beg you for mercy, I plead with you to let me go, I beg you to release me, but all you do is watch me struggling around this dirty, hard cement garage floor. The more I struggle the tighter the ropes seem to get, not loose. I really try to struggle in every possible position to try and get the ropes off but instead, the only thing that comes loose are my white highheels and the dirt from the floor onto my knees and skin. The more I struggle, the more raggedy and dishevelled I become. I am dripping sweat and I am gag talking constantly. I realize I cant escape the ropes but i see a door that I might be able to escape the house. I use my now bare dirty feet and toes to unlock 1 of the locks, then realize my toes aren't strong enough to unlock the other. I carefully stand up in my bondage and use my almost completely numb hands to finish unlocking it. I open it and hop out to the freedom outside as I lose my balance and fall to the ground to continue my struggling. I beg and plead, please help me. Will you please help?? ********I have included a still bound and gagged thank you at the end of this video. Yes, im smiling and loved every minute of this dirty sweaty strict torment:)*****

I have work to do and I cant get comfortable on the couch no matter what position I try. I try everything and demand a new couch but in the meanwhile I need a place to sit and work that makes me happy! I order him to go lay down on the floor. he begrudgingly obeys and i have a seat while he is on his back, spread eagle, I get comfy. I do give my new couch positive affirmations as to this is right where he belongs. I change up positions and ignore him as I should any couch. He eventually complains of his head hurting and i do have symphathy on him then and grab him a pillow but then I get back to using him as my tool, my chair, and foot rest. He then complains for the last time about his breathing. I sure have a great solution for that. i order him to roll over onto his stomach and I step up onto him back and walk all over it with my boots. I then use him as my chair and remove them and continue walking on him with my fuzzy black socks. One he is all softened up, i then get back to my work and sit on every part of his back and ass that I can. I use his legs and arms as foot rests. I am really comfortable but just to annoy my couch, I change up positions often but ignore him all along. Care to be my human furniture too?