Jasper, in all his male glory, was unceremoniously dropped onto a long table.

"If the straitjacket is not comfortable enough, please tell me."

"C'mon, Phantom. I'd be much more comfortable in a bedroom. Maybe a living room. Ideally with you nice and warm and snuggly on my lap. I'm sure you'd be much warmer in this jacket than me, considering what you normally wear…"

Phantom gritted her teeth and said nothing. "Jasper, you were caught – for the first time – when it was ME who decided to go after YOU. I certainly did not break into your 'asylum' just so that we could cuddle."

The straitjacket had a pearlescent white color. Not medical in nature, not made for stage shows, it was a purely functional item. Trim, embellishments, straps - none of them had a color or detailing that stood out.

Instead, they were made for security. The straps were black, and appeared at the wrists, forearms, and biceps. Each strapped the arm to the other arm; as well, each strap had a tiny lock and a matching D-Ring on the torso, allowing for a second layer of confinement. Though the wearer - in this case, Jasper - had a decent amount of freedom, actually removing the straitjacket was out of the question altogether.

The sleeves of the jacket were long and bilious, and were connected at the ends by wrapping around the wearer once before being laced into place. This made the entire affair look somewhat messy, somewhat disheveled, but Phantom was not at all concerned with aesthetics in this case. She wanted the wearer to feel restricted, and to feel bound. Jasper rattled as he struggled with the jacket half-playfully, scowling all the while.

"Oh, Phantom, you're just taunting yourself. Trust me, I'm a doctor." Japser rolled his eyes, ever defiant. "What was it that Marquis de Sade said? Something about 'the only path to a woman's heart being torment,' if I recall correctly."

"Well, Jasper, you would do well to remember another of his famous quotes - Truth titillates the imagination far less than fiction."

"What does that have to do with our current situation, my patient?"

Phantom did not respond as she ordered him to be laid down on the table and brought out the straitjacket.

The jacket only went down to the waist, but it went up to the top of the neck - a neck corset with thin ribbing and flexible bone. This particular neck corset had an organic, membraneous feel to it, Jasper remarked.

BNF about how it's made and the nanotech is heat activated

Phantom happily smiled to herself, staring at Jasper's new jacket. The sort of thing she'd love to see at a dinner party, it was.

There were still twelve D-rings that lined Jasper's straitjacket, and Phantom was eager to use them. Her next dressing was pragmatic; a sleepsack made of synthetic materials. Probably, thought Japser as she started to slide it over his legs, cheaper nylon and polyester with a few pieces of latex on the inside to give it the right 'feel'.

As for the feel, it certainly felt like it was doing its job. Several of Phantom's lackeys raised Jasper a few feet off the ground and held his bucking body in place, letting the pale woman slide the sleepsack over his legs.

It was tight, all right, but not too much to get on; the real tightness and restriction was in the twelve straps located across the sleepsack's exterior. Each one seemed to tighten like a shoelace, and when all was said and done Jasper doubted his movement potential. No amount of energy would break free of it without a healthy dose of Incredible Hulk-ness or a sudden onset of gigantism.

And so Jasper was also entreated to learn what the D-rings were for. Phantom used the sleepsack like a duvet or cover for a comforter; she slid the entire thing on first, then deftly began manipulating the inside. The sleepsack's interior was covered with locking buckles, allowing Phantom and her associates to make the sleepsack more a part of the first layer than a layer all its own. Each one tethered the two more and more together.

"Phantom, you're not thinking of leaving me all like this? I know how much you crave attention. Right now you're probably thinking about how much you're missing out on."

Jasper laughed out loud. It was a long, haughty, and taunting laugh. Phantom gripped her fists slightly.

"C'mon, Phanny. You can be really pliable when you want to. Don't you want to use me as a pillow? Or maybe a seat? Or... I'm guessing you just want a mount?" Jasper chuckled and wiggled slightly, as if showing off his form with an erotic slow-dance.

"Tighten."

The straps did tighten - automatically, with the help of the servants, with Phantom's personal tugging - one at a time, they were all calibrated, checked and re-checked, and finally locked in place. Jasper literally made a 'whoosh' sound as he felt the wind knocked out of him. It took him a moment to regain his breathing pace.

"Gag him."

"Oh, c'mon, Phannie! You're going to miss out on all my awesome dialog! The fun we'll have, the fun we'll have! Besides, I can offer you some valuable psychological advice right now  - you always want to keep them talking!"

The compromise was more or less against Jasper; a synthetic latex hood, thick and rigid, went over his face and was tucked under his new neckbrace. It contoured well against the brace, with molding in various places - like below the ears-  to give it a custom-tight fit.

The eyes were a pair of black perspex lenses, and the mouth - an open slot, for now, giving him the ability to talk.

"Jasper, we are going to play a game. Maybe will refer to it as 'hide and seek,' but I think it is more aptly called  'search and destroy'.

"I'm not going to be able to hide anywhere, O wise and powerful dominatrix."

"No. It is a mental game."

With that, Phantom began wrapping him with every available inch of silvery-sheened adhesive tape.

She relished it. She relished the feeling of the tape against his skin… but even more against the thick rubbery coating that he already wore. Unlike his skin or fur, she didn't have to worry about having difficult taking it off. It went on smooth… each piece and strip of tape was so incredibly thin it was almost like it wasn't there. She ran her fingers over the surface of his tape-wrapped torso and smiled, feeling the slight ridges and bumps between the layers.

Of course, it was there. And it was growing, too; Jasper grew more and more helpless with each wrapping. Phantom loved it; he squirmed and he made begging sounds (probably unintentionally) and Phantom got to chastise him for each one. His escape plans were out the window, and he was so totally an completely bound that Phantom presumed he was giving up hope. It was gorgeous.

Every inch of his body except for the helmet was now covered in – Phantom did not even bother thinking about it. She daintily slid herself on top of him, straddling his bound form and stroking it.

"Is this not lovley, Jasper? You, my little friend, are so completely and utterly mine I can scarcely find the words to describe it. You are a fly in amber, a pearl in my clam. Perfectly bound under several layers that might I add look great on you. Oh, how could I resist? You look ravishing, my dear, simply ravishing! Why, now that you are mine, you might as well learn all my rules… though you will luckily never have to deal with most of them, considering how long I plan on keeping you like this…"

***

Jasper awoke with a start. He was sitting in a chair in the exact same room as his dream… and sitting on him was the object of his desire as well as torment, Phantom.

"Good afternoon, Jasper. As you can see, we spent a few hours once again trying to use augmented reality to… well, augment your will."

"Are you feeling any more submissive today?"