Kizzys got plenty of spit and fire to go with her bright red hair and I knew she wouldnt give up without a good fight. Ankles, legs, wrists, arms and elbows. I made sure they were all nice and tight with knots well out of reach. Helpless as she was, it wasnt enough it seemed. Adding a ballgag and a good long tickle put things into perspective though. I have to hand it to her though... given a few hours, she might have a chance. Maybe we should test that theory. You know, for science.