Fayth On Fire – Evolution of the Flying Cat Fayth

I am bound on the floor with rope my legs very tightly tied with my calves to my thighs, my arms folded behind me and my bare feet and my head the only thing not covered by a very tight black full-body catsuit. I struggle while I have the chance, testing my mobility, my flexibility, and my core strength. This doesn’t last long as I am soon pulled up onto my knee points left to struggle a bit less. I still am able to move and spin but I am not going anywhere. I keep testing my movement possibilities as struggling is my middle name but clearly, my movements are still too much as I am then pulled up into the air, made to be totally immobile and slave to the air around me and the rope tightly against my body.  My head is covered in a hood leaving only my cleave gagged mouth in view and my wiggling, writhing suspended body to enjoy. No better way to have some Fayth, right?