Calisa Bliss is lounging at home, restless, needy… and undeniably aroused. Her mind keeps drifting to one thing—being bound and gagged, completely helpless and at someone else's mercy. The problem? She can’t tie herself up the way she truly craves. That's when she stumbles across Dial-A-Fantasy—a discreet service that promises to bring your kinkiest dreams to life, no shame, no judgment. Calisa dials in and makes her special request: full restraint with rope and socks. No corners cut. Soon after, fantasy becomes reality. She’s tied snugly in ropes, her hands and feet wrapped in thick layers of socks—rendered soft, useless, and adorably vulnerable. She moans and squirms, soaking in the bliss of her bondage. But something’s missing. "The gag," she purrs. "And don’t forget the neck rope." In the next scene, Calisa is transformed into a vision of helpless eroticism—tiptoed, a thick double-sock cleave gag stuffed in her mouth, and a neck rope tied tightly around her throat, stretched to the ceiling. She can barely move, barely breathe—completely immobilized and deliciously desperate. Her eyes flicker with panic… or is it pure pleasure? She gasps through the gag, her footing unstable, her body trembling. Is this fear… or is it just the ultimate surrender? One thing is certain—Calisa wanted the full fantasy. And she got it.
You walk into your office and find your secretary, Calisa, sitting nervously at her desk. Her sweet face sits atop a stiff white neck brace that keeps her head locked in place. She looks up at you with worried eyes and starts talking quickly—explaining how she got injured, how the doctor says she’ll have to wear the brace for 6–7 weeks, and how she swears she can still do her job.
There’s a tremble in her voice when she admits she’s terrified you’ll fire her. She says she’ll do anything to keep her position. That word—anything—sends a spark through you. You’ve always had a weakness for submissive women in neck braces… and Calisa has no idea what kind of door she just opened.
You tell her to stay seated as you grab a length of rope. Confused but compliant, she obeys—watching as you start to bind her wrists and body to the chair. She looks startled but too desperate to argue. When you pull out a large ball gag and push it between her lips, a muffled whimper escapes her, followed by a submissive nod.
She’s in pain, restrained, and completely helpless—but her eyes plead to please you. You add one final touch: a vibrator pressed perfectly against her crotch. When you turn it on, her entire body jolts. The pleasure is overwhelming, but every movement sends a sting through her neck. She tries to hold still, to keep her posture, but the vibrations are too strong. Her breath quickens, her moans deepen, and before long she’s shaking with ecstasy, struggling to balance pain and pleasure.
You watch her unravel—bound, gagged, trembling in her brace—until she can barely keep herself upright.
Is this really what she’ll have to endure for the next six weeks to keep her job?
You just might make it mandatory.
You think you can get the drop on me? Do you have any idea who you're dealing with? I have camera's EVERYWHERE and knew you were following me. It was so easy to trick you into thinking you were safe. But now here you are, tied to a chair and at my mercy. What's the matter? You mad because your old man married a girl young enough to be his own kin? Or is it because I'm obviously in it for the money? Speaking of which, you're trying really hard to ruin things for me and that pisses me off. Now I have to teach you a lesson. You wanted to find out what I do for work? Well I punish and dominate worthless men like you! I'll give you the full experience and all you have to do is look terrified and pitiful so I can send your old man the photos and use them for ransom. When he calls me I'll act like a worried stepmom and demand he pay whatever it takes to earn your freedom. He'll never suspect it was me! Oh but what's this? Are you... turned on right now? I always knew you were into me but you're a total perv aren't you? Well, to make sure you don't go running your mouth I'll film a little video for insurance. You won't want anyone seeing your stepmom give you a handjob while your hooded and tied to a chair with a penis ballgag strapped in your mouth! My plan is full proof! Stepson you are truly the PERFECT ransom plan!
Have fun watching Calisa and LilMissy as they vibe each other, spank each other, and talk slutty to you through their gags. They're the perfect kinky slave wife duo.
Calisa Bliss returns home, convinced her strange bondage encounters were just stress and bad luck. She’s even on the phone telling a friend the coast is clear. But the second she hangs up... the tape makes its move. It wants her.
Slithering across the floor like something alive, the tape coils around her limbs and seals her mouth shut with a tight wraparound gag. Calisa twists and struggles across the carpet, trying to get to the window, even dragging herself onto the bed to look for help. Her gagged cries are useless.
And just when she thinks she can make a break for the door… the tape is already behind her.
Calisa has failed to escape. Now she’s wrapped up in a tape ball tie, thighs pulled to her chest and sercured with tape wrapping all the way around her body. Her wrists taped together behind her knees, and ankles locked in place, her mouth still wrapped shut with layer after layer of tape. The only thing she can do is wriggle on the floor and moan in frustration.
But the tape isn’t done.
With eerie stop-motion precision, the sentient roll leaves the room… only to return with a chair. Calisa watches helplessly as her fate rolls toward her. Her wide eyes say it all — the tape has plans. And she’s not going anywhere.
Bound to a chair, arms yanked behind her back and ankles taped wide to the legs, Calisa is on full display — gagged, vulnerable, and furious. She squirms and pleads through her gag, but it only seems to amuse the tape.
It has her just how it wants her.
The tape taunts her now, hovering in front of her with scissors in hand. There’s no escape, no loosening. Just a tense wait for what comes next — and based on that glint in the tape’s blades, it's not going to be mercy.
It’s over. Or is it just beginning?
Calisa is now in the tightest position yet — a brutal tape hogtie. Each hand is sealed to its matching ankle, her toes are taped together, and there’s no slack, no give, no hope. Her mouth is still sealed shut with thick tape, and every struggle only seems to excite the sentient roll.
She thrashes. She moans. She begs through her gag.
But the tape has made its final statement: you don’t touch it… unless you want to be its toy. Forever.
Calisa Valentine was so close to blowing the lid off the Umbrella Corporation's darkest secrets. All she had to do was secure the final files... but the mission didn’t go as planned.
Now she wakes up in a cold red colored room, bound tight and silenced with thick duct tape. Her iconic blue top clings to her skin, her breathing quick and shallow as she tests her restraints — twisting, arching, squirming with growing frustration and determination. The moment feels tense and desperate... and yet undeniably sexy.
This Resident Evil inspired parody leans into all the right kinks with a suspenseful twist: Calisa plays the role with video game style edits, HUD effects, and even performance moments styled like a third-person survival horror cutscene. Between the dark setting and the atmospheric sound cues, it’s a sensual fusion of cosplay, danger, and struggle.
As she writhes on the floor, Calisa’s eyes catch something: a hidden safe in the corner of the room. She knows that’s where the files must be! But there’s no way to open it while bound… unless she can escape.
Her perseverance pays off when she finds a pair of safety scissors. The escape sequence begins: tense, resourceful, and absolutely thrilling to watch as she wriggles, cuts, and frees herself piece by piece. Once unbound, she rushes to the desk, only to find a sticky note with the safe code hiding under the mouse pad. Jackpot.
She opens the safe. Mission complete. But not without one hell of a sexy detour.
