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.