I cant stop moving and fidgeting and I know the perfect solution so I ask Vixx to tie me up and keep me put. I practically beg him as i jump around like I have ants in my pantyhose. The next thing I know, I am tied with my legs crossed and unable to move even an inch. My ankles are tied tightly to the chair. My red stiletto high-heels wiggle a bit as I test my arm freedom which isn't much since they too are very tightly tied with white rope! I explain how well he did in keeping me put and still as he insists i'm being too loud. The first gag of many is a knotted cleavegag. He then leaves me to struggle and gagtalk like i've never gagged talked before. Vixx insists he doesn't understand what im saying thru the cloth shoved & knotted around my head, but my words have never been clearer. I explain thru my gag that I wanted tied but being gagged wasn't part of our agreement, but when you think he comes back to release me after watching me struggle in this immobile or un-strugglable bondage, he removes the cleave gag, lets me get a few words out then shoves a very large scarf in my mouth then resecured it with the cleavegag over it. I gag-talk and banter but he is nowhere near done trying to shut me up. He then seems to find every imaginable thing to wrap around my head and over my mouth to gradually make my gagtalk really just a mpphh. He uses electrical tape, microfoam tape, a bandana, and even bundling tape on top of the already huge mouth stuffing shoved deep in my throat and the cleavegag over that. I gag talk through out this experience just to show Vixx that it is nearly impossible to shut me up. My volume gets lower, my words become very muffled but some of my words are very clear as in what names I call Vixx by the end.

Bonus footage includes me with my arms and wrists untied and I ungag myself, layer by layer. Wow, that sure kept me put and gave me a challenge to prove to Vixx that not many gags can trueley shut Fayth On Fire up.

I cant stop moving and fidgeting and I know the perfect solution so I ask Vixx to tie me up and keep me put. I practically beg him as i jump around like I have ants in my pantyhose. The next thing I know, I am tied with my legs crossed and unable to move eve an inch. My ankles are tied tightly to the chair. MY red stiletto high-heels wiggle a bit as I test my arm freedom which isn't much since they too are very tightly tied with white rope! I explain how well he did in keeping me put and still as he insists i'm being too loud. The first gag of many is a knotted cleavegag. He then leaves me to struggle and gagtalk like i've never gagged talked before. Vixx insists he doesn't understand what im saying thru the cloth shoved & knotted around my head, but my words have never been clearer. I explain thru my gag that I wanted tied but being gagged wasn't part of our agreement, but when you think he comes back to release me after watching me struggle in this immobile or un-strugglable bondage, he removes the cleave gag, lets me get a few words out then shoves a very large scarf in my mouth then resecured it with the cleavegag over it. I gag-talk and banter but he is nowhere near done trying to shut me up. He then seems to find every imaginable thing to wrap around my head and over my mouth to gradually make my gagtalk really just a mpphh. He uses electrical tape, microfoam tape, a bandana, and even bundling tape on top of the already huge mouth stuffing shoved deep in my throat and the cleavegag over that. I gag talk through out this experience just to show Vixx that it is nearly impossible to shut me up. My volume gets lower, my words become very muffled but some of my words are very clear as in what names I call Vixx by the end.

Bonus footage includes me with my arms and wrists untied and I ungag myself, layer by layer. Wow, that sure kept me put and gave me a challenge to prove to Vixx that not many gags can trueley shut Fayth On Fire up.

Vixx and I have been filming quite a few things and Im a bit in a bad mood since rope scenes are just taking too long and i just need to film good bondage videos but not take forever to do each of them. Now that im frustrated and inpatient, its time I show Vixx what im looking for. I have him strip down to his boxers and show me all the sticky rolls of tape and wrap that I have and I want to use all of it on him but quickly to prove a point. Rope maticulously put on a body isnt needed to keep it put, tape is all you need. I add layer upon layer of a wrap around tape gag between using electrical tape of very tightly and quickly to keep his legs bent and in a frog tie position and his elbows almost touching as I use an entire roll of tape just on his arms and another roll on each of his legs. I am not slow but quick and effective and not pretty but damn tight. I discuss a few things and get gagged muffled anwers back. My goal is to be a bit mean to Vixx but the tighter the tape, the more rolls I use, the more layers of acewrap and micro-foam tape i use to shut him up, the brattier he gets. Vixx is smiling beneath this very knowledgable tight tape gag altho he should be regretting his desicion to let me tape him up and show him how i think it should go, but no, he is happy and would do it again in a heartbeat. I know this isnt a comfy position and I dont want to break him so I quickly untape him, ripping and breaking the tape with my hands and using the scissors when i must. When I unwrap his head and body from the tape, he winces and moans in pain and this makes me smile.

My Mistress bitchy bossy booted mood is no match for Vixx need for masochism. We both now know what brings us a smile, Vixx being tormented and I being the tormentor and binder and gagger of him!

Vixx and I have been filming quite a few things and Im a bit in a bad mood since rope scenes are just taking too long and i just need to film good bondage videos but not take forever to do each of them. Now that im frustrated and inpatient, its time I show Vixx what im looking for. I have him strip down to his boxers and show me all the sticky rolls of tape and wrap that I have and I want to use all of it on him but quickly to prove a point. Rope maticulously put on a body isnt needed to keep it put, tape is all you need. I add layer upon layer of a wrap around tape gag between using electrical tape of very tightly and quickly to keep his legs bent and in a frog tie position and his elbows almost touching as I use an entire roll of tape just on his arms and another roll on each of his legs. I am not slow but quick and effective and not pretty but damn tight. I discuss a few things and get gagged muffled anwers back. My goal is to be a bit mean to Vixx but the tighter the tape, the more rolls I use, the more layers of acewrap and micro-foam tape i use to shut him up, the brattier he gets. Vixx is smiling beneath this very knowledgable tight tape gag altho he should be regretting his desicion to let me tape him up and show him how i think it should go, but no, he is happy and would do it again in a heartbeat. I know this isnt a comfy position and I dont want to break him so I quickly untape him, ripping and breaking the tape with my hands and using the scissors when i must. When I unwrap his head and body from the tape, he winces and moans in pain and this makes me smile.

My Mistress bitchy bossy booted mood is no match for Vixx need for masochism. We both now know what brings us a smile, Vixx being tormented and I being the tormentor and binder and gagger of him!

I have not cooperated with the gaurds or the rules for that matter, so they think chaining me to the jailyards fence will teach me a lesson. Black leather cuffs are locked onto my wrists and ankles. I chain tightly wrapped around my waist and positioned in a very tight and pinchy crotch rope but unforgiving chain instead.

I struggle against my binds, insisiting this reprimand isnt nessesary. I dont deserve to my punished this way in the cold and barefoot for that matter.

Im grateful they kept my tight form fitting orange prison uniform on me. Tho, this may not last long. Its totally not up to me.

The gaurd doesnt want my verbal protest as it gets colder and colder. The strapped on bit gag and his actions of unzippering my front zipper gets me to gag talk and protest even more so than before he entered the fenced cage. He left me be but comes back with me a bit more forgiving and submissive. I dont protest his fondling or gloved chest touching and rubbing. There's not much i can do but plead thru my gag that I will improve my behavior and be a good inmate. I can be a better prisoner, i promise.

The security cameras and the guard keep a close eye on my while I'm bound to the fence as I struggle all I can. There is no way to escape this situation but maybe if I offer what I'm good at. I can offer you things with my mouth if you just take this gag out of my mouth. Let me prove myself to you. Let my mouth and tongue show you what more it can do while not swearing behind this bitgag. I can be nice, i really can. You walk away to wither ponder my offer or to let me be restrained and gagged to this fence until you see fit. Its totally up to the guard.

I have not cooperated with the guards or the rules for that matter, so they think chaining me to the jail yards fence will teach me a lesson. Black leather cuffs are locked onto my wrists and ankles. I chain tightly wrapped around my waist and positioned in a very tight and pinchy crotch rope but unforgiving chain instead.

I struggle against my binds, insisting this reprimand isn't necessary. I don't deserve to my punished this way in the cold and barefoot for that matter.

I'm grateful they kept my tight form fitting orange prison uniform on me. Though, this may not last long. Its totally not up to me.

The guard doesn't want my verbal protest as it gets colder and colder. The strapped on bit gag and his actions of unzippering my front zipper gets me to gag talk and protest even more so than before he entered the fenced cage. He left me be but comes back with me a bit more forgiving and submissive. I don't protest his fondling or gloved chest touching and rubbing. There's not much i can do but plead thru my gag that I will improve my behavior and be a good inmate. I can be a better prisoner, i promise.

The security cameras and the guard keep a close eye on my while I'm bound to the fence as I struggle all I can. There is no way to escape this situation but maybe if I offer what I'm good at. I can offer you things with my mouth if you just take this gag out of my mouth. Let me prove myself to you. Let my mouth and tongue show you what more it can do while not swearing behind this bitgag. I can be nice, i really can. You walk away to wither ponder my offer or to let me be restrained and gagged to this fence until you see fit. Its totally up to the guard.

Its time for my daily 15 minute walk in the yard. I'm so grateful to breath this fresh air in the middle of nowhere detention center. Finally out of the jail cell, outside the thick metal prison bars. Away from the constant slamming of metal doors and locks turning. A break from fellow inmates yelling and guards doing their guard thing. I pace back and forth with my wrists handcuffed behind my back, my ankles cuffed with tightly locked unforgiving ankle-cuffs. Chain is wrapped tightly around my thighs and my waist and neck all locked on with padlocks. This detention officer knows I talk a lot, so a huge black rubber ballgag is in my mouth the entire time as I walk as silently directed across the grassy field. The officers keep hold of my chain leash as I walk in front of you the entire time, letting you also watch my every step. The jail slides aren't the easiest to walk in as I do manage to kick one off by accident. I periodically try to protest this treatment but the gloved hand is stern and directs me with strength with the chain attached to my crotch-rope but is thick link so f chain tightly locked to me and my skin tight full bodysuit inmate uniform.

Its time for my daily 15 minute walk in the yard. I'm so grateful to breath this fresh air in the middle of nowhere detention center. Finally out of the jail cell, outside the thick metal prison bars. Away from the constant slamming of metal doors and locks turning. A break from fellow inmates yelling and guards doing their guard thing. I pace back and forth with my wrists handcuffed behind my back, my ankles cuffed with tightly locked unforgiving ankle-cuffs. Chain is wrapped tightly around my thighs and my waist and neck all locked on with padlocks. This detention officer knows I talk a lot, so a huge black rubber ballgag is in my mouth the entire time as I walk as silently directed across the grassy field. The officers keep hold of my chain leash as I walk in front of you the entire time, letting you also watch my every step. The jail slides aren't the easiest to walk in as I do manage to kick one off by accident. I periodically try to protest this treatment but the gloved hand is stern and directs me with strength with the chain attached to my crotch-rope but is thick link so f chain tightly locked to me and my skin tight full bodysuit inmate uniform.

**this entire video is from your perspective as the person getting bound **

You have finally managed to loosen all of the ropes that I had around you and the tree in the middle of the forest. Your ankles are still duct taped tightly together as you drop the last piece of rope and begin hopping to find rescue. You hop and you hop through the woods through a field through the trees and by desolate buildings as well. You finally come across what looks like and habited residence as you hop up the last step and knock. Hoping you can find freedom and help.

Little do you expect, its me again, Fayth On Fire. I answer the door pull you inside to help you, but not the way you were really hoping for. No escaping your demise, especially since you escaped the first secure binds all the way in Montana. You really did hop far to find help, help is not at this door my dear. It's time to show you how it's really done and give you a rest from bound hopping to staying secure and still for a long time.

I hold you by the throat looking at you using my powerful piercing blue eyes to look into your helpless, pleading eyes making you weak in the knees but also making it very clear you are mine now. i demand you stay put and don't make a noise no matter what I do and no matter what I use to restrain you further

You certainly came to the right door as this is the location I have every restraining device available to use and I do certainly use every single binding tool I have.

I secure you with many many wraps of silver sticky duct tape, black duct tape and I gag you with Ace wrap and I rap thick metal chain around your body as you are stuck more and more securely to the post behind you. I used raw coconut rope that you feel the sharpness everywhere it touches your skin. You can't keep your eyes off of mine as this is the only body part you can move by the time I'm done with you.

My mask and my hair cover leaves my smile up to your imagination as all you do is see my eyes and hear my voice knowing that you have no control over this situation as I keep adding more and more bondage to your body, your legs, your arms and all of the rest of your helpless body against this wooden pole, that's not going anywhere just like you.

I soon get a little bored with using all of my tools of demise on you so I decide to use my dirty sock and shoe to ensure you are securely gagged and unable to scream for help or mercy for that matter.

Of course it's only fair as I lower my mask and wrap silver duct tape around my mouth. As you see my eyes glisten with a smile as I gag talk to you looking at your helpless bound tied chained and taped body. Waiting for me, willing for me and helpless for me to do anything I wish since you can't move a muscle until I help you. The question is when will that be? Will you be stuck here forever or will you be able to escape again? Do you even want to? That is the question.

You enjoy hiking thru these woods, knowing there will always be a chance I will find you and make you mine however I see fit, don't you?

**this entire video is from your perspective as the person getting bound **

You have finally managed to loosen all of the ropes that I had around you and the tree in the middle of the forest. Your ankles are still duct taped tightly together as you drop the last piece of rope and begin hopping to find rescue. You hop and you hop through the woods through a field through the trees and by desolate buildings as well. You finally come across what looks like and habited residence as you hop up the last step and knock. Hoping you can find freedom and help.

Little do you expect, its me again, Fayth On Fire. I answer the door pull you inside to help you, but not the way you were really hoping for. No escaping your demise, especially since you escaped the first secure binds all the way in Montana. You really did hop far to find help, help is not at this door my dear. It's time to show you how it's really done and give you a rest from bound hopping to staying secure and still for a long time.

I hold you by the throat looking at you using my powerful piercing blue eyes to look into your helpless, pleading eyes making you weak in the knees but also making it very clear you are mine now. i demand you stay put and don't make a noise no matter what I do and no matter what I use to restrain you further

You certainly came to the right door as this is the location I have every restraining device available to use and I do certainly use every single binding tool I have.

I secure you with many many wraps of silver sticky duct tape, black duct tape and I gag you with Ace wrap and I rap thick metal chain around your body as you are stuck more and more securely to the post behind you. I used raw coconut rope that you feel the sharpness everywhere it touches your skin. You can't keep your eyes off of mine as this is the only body part you can move by the time I'm done with you.

My mask and my hair cover leaves my smile up to your imagination as all you do is see my eyes and hear my voice knowing that you have no control over this situation as I keep adding more and more bondage to your body, your legs, your arms and all of the rest of your helpless body against this wooden pole, that's not going anywhere just like you.

I soon get a little bored with using all of my tools of demise on you so I decide to use my dirty sock and shoe to ensure you are securely gagged and unable to scream for help or mercy for that matter.

Of course it's only fair as I lower my mask and wrap silver duct tape around my mouth. As you see my eyes glisten with a smile as I gag talk to you looking at your helpless bound tied chained and taped body. Waiting for me, willing for me and helpless for me to do anything I wish since you can't move a muscle until I help you. The question is when will that be? Will you be stuck here forever or will you be able to escape again? Do you even want to? That is the question.

You enjoy hiking thru these woods, knowing there will always be a chance I will find you and make you mine however I see fit, don't you?

Sophia-Mae and I have found each other in a fun, friendly and giggle-filled predicament. We are bound back to back with our wrists tied and chained and cuffed above our heads. There are many, many leather straps holding us securely and tightly together, as well as metal chains and locks holding us securely welded together from behind. We attempt to struggle but luckily our high heels are ace-wrapped tightly together to protect the other from struggling feet and kicking pointy heels. We end up rolling around challenging our movement and discomfort levels with myself on top as we realize there might be a chance to escape. I try and I try to loosen one of the straps but Sophia ends up succeeding much faster after we get a little bratty with each other. We have to work around some painful struggling moments but in the end we do manage to work together as a team to escape our leather chain metal locked bondage predicament. All we wanted to do was find the Hitachi and go have some girly fun and luckily we are able to do that now that we have escaped our binds here at FetishCon 2025.

Sophia-Mae and I have found each other in a fun, friendly and giggle-filled predicament. We are bound back to back with our wrists tied and chained and cuffed above our heads. There are many, many leather straps holding us securely and tightly together, as well as metal chains and locks holding us securely welded together from behind. We attempt to struggle but luckily our high heels are ace-wrapped tightly together to protect the other from struggling feet and kicking pointy heels. We end up rolling around challenging our movement and discomfort levels with myself on top as we realize there might be a chance to escape. I try and I try to loosen one of the straps but Sophia ends up succeeding much faster after we get a little bratty with each other. We have to work around some painful struggling moments but in the end we do manage to work together as a team to escape our leather chain metal locked bondage predicament. All we wanted to do was find the Hitachi and go have some girly fun and luckily we are able to do that now that we have escaped our binds here at FetishCon 2025.