Your favorite superhero has fallen again—and this time, there’s no escape. WonderMan is chained up, gagged, and completely at the mercy of the wickedly seductive villainess Spiderlegs.
Dressed in a glistening black PVC bodysuit, thigh-high boots, and shimmering pantyhose, Spiderlegs toys with her captured prey. When her thick dildo gag won’t quite fit down his throat, she decides to torment him another way… by rubbing her nylon-clad feet all over his helpless body. She knows his secret fetish—and she loves using it against him.
Her sharp black nails, that power-draining emerald ring, and her ruthless teasing voice leave WonderMan gasping and struggling—but the brave do-gooder refuses to submit. He resists… moans… thrashes. But Spiderlegs always wins.
Will justice prevail? Or will this "hero" end up addicted to defeat?
After a long, stressful day, your devoted submissive Calisa Bliss knows exactly how to make Master smile… by turning herself into your perfect little plaything.
Dressed in a black PVC French maid outfit, shiny black pantyhose, and elegant satin gloves, she presents herself to you and stuffs her mouth—her own worn nylons packed deep and sealed in place with clear Tegaderm tape. A sheer nylon hood slips over her head, muffling every breath, every moan.
She binds herself beautifully—ankles zip-tied to a spreader bar, wrists knotted in front with silky nylon knee-highs—and begins to tease herself under her short little skirt, revealing gussetless pantyhose that leave nothing to the imagination.
But that’s not enough, is it, Master?
She offers you the vibrator… and you take control. Her bound wrists are clipped behind her head to the collar around her neck, leaving her completely open, completely exposed. You tape the toy in place against her soaked pantyhose and watch her writhe.
The rest? Moaning. Trembling. Endless orgasms. She’s never freed—because good maids don’t stop until Master is satisfied.
You rejected Calisa Bliss. You thought your little “I have a girlfriend” excuse would stop her? Adorable. Now you’re tied to a chair—ballgagged, humiliated, and completely at the mercy of the black-gloved goddess who refuses to be ignored.
Calisa drips power and sensuality in a skintight black PVC catsuit, tall boots, and gleaming gloves as she unleashes her rage… and her desire. She slaps your helpless face, straddles you with her boots pressing hard against your crotch, and mocks every muffled whimper from behind your gag.
The camera is POV—you are the victim—and Calisa’s hand never leaves your mouth for long. Her gloved handgags are relentless, smothering your cries as she snaps photos of your helpless state… and posts them for the world to see.
And when your girlfriend calls? Calisa answers. With venom. With fire. With possession. You’re hers now. And after a few bounces of her cleavage and that thick, perfect ass in your face… you don’t even want to leave. She’s off to buy a wedding dress—and you're not going anywhere.
You thought she was just your best friend. Sweet, loyal Calisa. But behind that smile was obsession… and now, she’s finally snapped.
She confessed her love—you didn’t return it. So she took control. Now you’re cuffed, ballgagged, blindfolded… and completely helpless as she drives you to an unknown location to begin your training.
At first, she tries to be gentle. But your defiance? It infuriates her. The cuffs come off, replaced with tight, merciless rope. Ankles, knees, thighs, wrists, chest—bound until you’re nothing but a plaything for her twisted affection.
She mocks you, laughs in your face, and punishes you with her riding crop—demanding that you love her back. And when she sees how the pain makes you hard? Oh, she changes tactics.
Now it’s time for seduction.
She strips, revealing her perfect curves in delicate red and black lingerie. She teases you with her body, rides the edge of your pleasure with a vibrator—but never lets you finish. You don’t deserve it. Not yet. This is how she’ll train you… one denied orgasm at a time.
And when she finally locks a collar around your neck and blindfolds you again? You know it’s only the beginning.
She doesn't scream. She doesn't struggle. She just stares — cold, calm, and collected. At least, that's what everyone believes.
But you know the real Wednesday. Only you have been given the pleasure of learning her little secret.
You watch in awe as Wednesday Addams tries on not one, but two of the biggest ballgags you've ever seen — showing a different side of herself as she moans, drools, shows off her body and talks with her mouth absolutely full.
Is it punishment — or pleasure?
You decide.
I’m no longer Calisa Bliss—I’m just Kitten. Obedient. Mewling. Erotic perfection beneath a glossy red leopard latex cat mask.
Dressed in sleek black lingerie, latex gloves, thigh-highs, and a tail plug if I’m feeling extra 😏, I crawl onto a padded mat and kneel for you. A tight gag keeps me quiet, but my eyes plead behind the feline mask.
You, my Master, use me like your personal toy—positioning my body, taping a vibrator to my clit through crotchless pantyhose or sheer latex, and tying my wrists to my collar. I’m completely yours. Your latex kitten. Your purring little slut.
The rest of the video is muffled whimpers, helpless squirming, and wave after wave of overstimulation as you make me cum again… and again… and again.