Calisa comes home from a wild night out, desperate for release. She wastes no time grabbing her toy and losing herself in waves of pleasure—completely unaware that someone is watching. A stranger slips into the room, waiting just long enough to enjoy the view before seizing her and taking total control. When Calisa awakens, everything has changed. She’s bound in a strict frogtie, her wrists and elbows lashed to a pole, with her vibrator strapped snugly against her most sensitive spot. Confused and demanding answers, she’s told she “ordered a fantasy.” Calisa insists he’s insane—but he only smirks, reminding her that she specifically said she’d deny it. Her protests earn her a humiliating penis gag, the buzz of her vibrator, and the tug of her top pulled down to bare her breasts. Orgasm after orgasm wracks her body until she’s breathless. When the gag is finally removed, she pleads to be set free. But there’s a catch—he needs the password. She has no idea what he’s talking about. His alternative? Perform for him. Give him what he wants. He's enjoyed watching the show and craves his own release.  Calisa refuses—at first. The gag returns, along with nipple clamps, and her body is pushed beyond its limits. Relentless pleasure eventually breaks her resolve. She agrees to give him everything he demands, her mouth full and her body trembling as the vibrator never stops. But when it’s over, the cruel twist is revealed… there was no escape. No password, no freedom. The gag is shoved back in and Calisa is left to shudder and cry out through climax after climax, her fate sealed in endless ecstasy.

Calisa comes home from a wild night out, desperate for release. She wastes no time grabbing her toy and losing herself in waves of pleasure—completely unaware that someone is watching. A stranger slips into the room, waiting just long enough to enjoy the view before seizing her and taking total control. When Calisa awakens, everything has changed. She’s bound in a strict frogtie, her wrists and elbows lashed to a pole, with her vibrator strapped snugly against her most sensitive spot. Confused and demanding answers, she’s told she “ordered a fantasy.” Calisa insists he’s insane—but he only smirks, reminding her that she specifically said she’d deny it. Her protests earn her a humiliating penis gag, the buzz of her vibrator, and the tug of her top pulled down to bare her breasts. Orgasm after orgasm wracks her body until she’s breathless. When the gag is finally removed, she pleads to be set free. But there’s a catch—he needs the password. She has no idea what he’s talking about. His alternative? Perform for him. Give him what he wants. He's enjoyed watching the show and craves his own release.  Calisa refuses—at first. The gag returns, along with nipple clamps, and her body is pushed beyond its limits. Relentless pleasure eventually breaks her resolve. She agrees to give him everything he demands, her mouth full and her body trembling as the vibrator never stops. But when it’s over, the cruel twist is revealed… there was no escape. No password, no freedom. The gag is shoved back in and Calisa is left to shudder and cry out through climax after climax, her fate sealed in endless ecstasy.

✨Jasmine in a Bottle Starring Calisa Bliss as Princess Jasmine & Happy Heartfella When Happy stumbles upon an exotic bottle during a hike through the forest, he never expects anything to actually happen. But when he pops it open, he's instantly blinded by a swirl of light—and when the haze clears, there she is: Princess Jasmine of Agrabah, standing before him in all her regal beauty. But this Jasmine is no animated damsel. She's fiery, commanding, and absolutely furious that Happy isn’t taking her demands seriously. She’s determined to find Aladdin, but Happy just thinks she’s some delusional cosplayer... until he remembers she literally materialized from a bottle. And she doesn’t deny it. She barks orders, flings her silky hair over her shoulder, and huffs with royal attitude—so Happy offers to “help” her in his own way. The scene cuts to Jasmine, bound from head to toe in white rope. A tight crotch rope digging between her thighs, arms stretched high overhead, ankles together, chest cinched, and a matching turquoise-gold ballgag shoved between her lips. The princess thrashes and groans into her gag, her anger muffled but unrelenting—until Happy ties her long raven hair, pulling it all the way back, exposing her throat and leaving her teetering helplessly on her tiptoes. With every breath now a struggle, Jasmine’s protests melt into moans of discomfort and humbling defeat. This isn’t a magic lamp. And Jasmine isn’t getting three wishes. But Happy? He’s already living his fantasy.

You’re sitting quietly, waiting… until she walks in. Calisa Bliss struts into the room with a playful smile and an innocent greeting—but that sweetness fades fast when she thinks you’re not watching. She begins slipping extra votes into the ballot box, clearly trying to rig the costume contest in her favor. When you call her out, she gasps and tries to deny it, batting her lashes and feigning innocence. But it doesn't last. Eventually, she drops the act and boldly declares that of course she deserves to win. Her costume is clearly the best—better than everyone else's, especially yours. With a smirk, she stuffs even more votes into the box and challenges you: “So? What are you gonna do about it?” Smash cut. The screen fades and reopens to Calisa in a completely different position—roped up tightly and gagged with a large blue ballgag. Her wrists, legs, and body are all bound, her freedom gone. She struggles furiously, gag talking and drooling, her eyes wide with outrage. She tries to protest that what you did is a way bigger crime than ballot stuffing. She demands to be let go, threatens to tell everyone what you’ve done. But you remain silent, just watching her roll and squirm, her furious gag talk becoming more muffled as drool coats the gag and her pride breaks down. Eventually, she tries to apologize—but her attitude is still far too defiant. Instead of being freed, she finds herself in an even worse position. Now Calisa is on her knees, her hair pulled up and tied to a ceiling anchor, keeping her posture locked in place. Rope bites into her curves, and a vibrator is strapped directly to her pussy, buzzing without mercy. Her mouth still filled with that huge blue ballgag, all she can do is moan, drool, and cum over and over, her body shuddering from the relentless stimulation. Her furious glares burn into you—equal parts humiliation and arousal—as her body betrays her again and again. She might’ve tried to cheat the system… But you rewrote the rules.