法蒂玛是一位令人惊艳、言辞犀利的秘书——工作繁重，薪水微薄，但她总是衣着得体。她清爽的白衬衫紧贴着她的曲线，黑色短裙紧贴臀部，高跟鞋让她的每一步都显得自信满满。但在一个深夜，她又因为加班取消了一次约会，却在心里嘀咕着，她那抠门的老板终于要给她加班费了……但她浑然不知，另有人对她另有安排。

她刚放下电话，一个蒙面男子便悄无声息地出现在她身后。还没等她反应过来，他便用力捂住了她的嘴，堵住了她惊恐的尖叫。她睁大了眼睛。她挣扎着，但他力气太大了。

镜头切换到下一秒：法蒂玛被绑在红色沙发上，赤裸的双脚暴露在外，高跟鞋被扔到一边。她恳求绑架者不要伤害她。他用一条宽大的银色胶带封住了她的嘴唇，并让她保持安静，让他在房间里寻找什么东西。她无助地看着，鼻子里喘着粗气。

但法蒂玛没有放弃。她一寸一寸地扭动着，试图找到被脱掉的高跟鞋，好不容易才穿上，即使被绑着也依然顽强不屈。她拼命地扭动着，挣扎着，试图松开绳子，但毫无用处。入侵者回来了，脸上带着一丝冷笑。

“我不喜欢不听话的人质……”

他把她拖到一把结实的椅子上，镜头切到她被绑在椅子上，手脚都被绑着。她仍然被堵着嘴，眼神里满是沮丧。

然后——一阵敲门声

法蒂玛精神一振——眼中闪过一丝希望。她开始大声呻吟，试图惊动来人。

但入侵者动作很快。他冲过去，用手捂住她被堵住的嘴，低声说道：

法蒂玛痛苦地扭动着身子，眼神中流露出恳求，她嘴里的塞子掩盖了她所有绝望的声音。一阵紧张的气氛过后，外面的男人终于放弃了，低声嘟囔着：……寂静再次降临。

入侵者阴沉地笑了笑，往后退了一步。

“千钧一发。你不会再犯同样的错误了。”

他注意到她之前费力地把脚塞回鞋子里——这个细节让他很感兴趣。

“这么说……我们是在藏脚？也许那是你的弱点。”

法蒂玛的表情瞬间一变——一丝恐慌闪过。他坏笑一声。

现在我们看到她仍然被绑在椅子上，但她的赤脚被抬高绑在一张小桌子上。她的脚趾被往后拉，用绳子绑着，柔软的脚底完全露出来。
入侵者开始挠她的脚，饶有兴致地看着她扭动，闷闷的喘息从被堵住的嘴里发出。他尝试着——手指、羽毛、挑逗的刷子。

最后，他解开了塞口物，让她喘口气。

“现在说吧。你知道什么？”

法蒂玛气喘吁吁，慌乱不已，上气不接下气。

“我发誓我什么都不知道！但是……办公室的钥匙——他们也能打开我老板的家门。也许那里有什么……”

他目不转睛地看着她。她可能在撒谎。但也可能不是。

“好吧。我去看看。但我不会就这样把你留下。”

在最后一幕中，法蒂玛被牢牢地捆绑在沙发上，脚趾仍然被绑在后面，衬衫脱了下来，只剩下胸罩和裙子。她轻轻地呻吟着，因不适和羞愧而扭动着。临走前，入侵者捡起她的衬衫和高跟鞋，凑到鼻子前，最后用鼻子闻了闻——这显然是个恋物癖。

法蒂玛独自一人，挣扎着，扭动着，拉扯着绳子。她眼中怒火中烧。她不是个少女——她是一个陷入噩梦的女人。

清晨到来。她的老板终于走进办公室，在门口停了下来，看到她被绑着，嘴里塞着东西，衣衫不整。

她大声呻吟，恳求帮助。但他只是轻笑一声，指责她和男朋友玩捆绑游戏。

他径直从她身边走过。

“文件也没处理好？今晚不给你加班。”

法蒂玛对着塞好的口球尖叫，眼中怒火中烧——但这个白痴却从未回头。

意大利语定制视频。Fatima is a stunning, sharp-tongued secretary — overworked, underpaid, but always impeccably dressed. Her crisp white blouse hugs her curves, her black skirt clings tight to her hips, and her heels make every step authoritative. But one late evening, after canceling yet another date due to overtime, she mutters to herself that her stingy boss will finally pay her extra… unaware that someone else already has different plans for her.


Just as she puts down the receiver, a masked man silently appears behind her. Before she can react, he clamps a firm hand over her mouth, muffling her startled scream. Her eyes go wide. She struggles, but he’s too strong.


Cut to moments later: Fatima is tied hand and foot on the red couch, her bare feet exposed, her high heels tossed aside. She pleads with her captor not to hurt her. He responds by sealing her lips with a wide strip of silver tape and instructs her to stay quiet while he searches the room for something. She watches helplessly, breathing heavily through her nose.


But Fatima doesn’t give up. Inch by inch, she wriggles her way toward her discarded heels, managing to slip them back on, defiant even while bound. She strains to loosen the ropes — desperate, twisting, fighting — but it’s no use. The intruder returns, smirking.


“I don’t like disobedient hostages...”


He drags her to a sturdy chair, and we cut to her roped to it, arms and legs secured. She’s still gagged, eyes full of frustration.


Then — a knock at the door


Fatima perks up — hope flashes in her eyes. She starts moaning, loudly, trying to alert the visitor.


But the intruder moves fast. He rushes over and clamps a hand over her gagged mouth, whispering,


Fatima writhes, eyes pleading, her gag muffling every desperate sound. After a tense minute, the man outside gives up, muttering,. Silence returns.


The intruder chuckles darkly and pulls back.


“Close call. You’re not making that mistake again.”


He notices how hard she tried to slip her feet back into her shoes earlier — a detail that intrigues him.


“So… hiding those feet, are we? Maybe they’re your weak spot.”


Fatima’s expression changes instantly — a flicker of panic. He smirks.


Now we see her still tied to the chair, but with her bare feet elevated and bound to a small table. Her toes are pulled back and tied with string, exposing her soft soles completely.
The intruder begins to tickle her feet, watching with amusement as she squirms and muffled gasps escape her gagged mouth. He experiments — fingers, feathers, teasing brushes.


Finally, he removes the gag, letting her breathe.


“Now talk. What do you know?”


Fatima pants, flustered and breathless.


“I swear I don’t know anything! But... the keys to the office — they open my boss’s home too. Maybe there’s something there…”


He watches her intently. She might be lying. But maybe not.


“Alright. I’ll go check. But I’m not leaving you like this.”


In the final scene, Fatima is left in a strict hogtie on the couch, her toes still tied back, her blouse removed, leaving her only in bra and skirt. She moans softly, wriggling in discomfort and shame. Before leaving, the intruder picks up her blouse and heels, bringing them to his nose and giving them a final appreciative sniff — clearly a fetishist.





Left alone, Fatima struggles, twisting and pulling at the ropes. Her eyes burn with fury. She’s not a damsel — she’s a woman caught in a nightmare.


Morning arrives. Her boss finally enters the office, pauses at the door, sees her tied, gagged, and half-dressed.


She moans loudly, pleading for help. But he just chuckles and accuses her to have had played tie up games with her bf


He walks right past her.


“And the files aren’t done either? No overtime for you tonight.”


Fatima screams into her gag, eyes burning with rage — but the idiot never looks back


Custom video in Italian Language.