It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant. It was an unusual sensation. Being dressed was something that the famous Lady Obsidian had experienced. She was, after all, a magician by trade.

That meant plenty of time in the makeup room. She had never been particularly fond of the long periods spent getting gussied up. Lipstick, eyeliner, a domino mask, blush, rouge, all over foundation… it was time-consuming and probably her least favorite part of her onstage persona. Still, it usually gave her time to think and mentally prepare for the event. Once or twice she asked her staff to gently tie her to the dressing chair. It was a very private affair.

But the dressing looms were something else entirely. She mused on the technology that must have been at work as the last of her clothing disappeared… replaced by a molecularly-bonded and nano-fabricated maid uniform.

Nomoko slid open the door, and tapped the glass tube. Lady Obsidian fell out as though she were some tasty treat tumbling from her packaging. She was caught by Nomoko, and in an instant, she realized she was the treat.

“Let me take a look at you,” she said. One second passed. “Okay, look’s done!” With a laugh, Nomoko hauled her latest playmate into her arms and began carrying her through the halls as though she were a bride on wedding night.

Blue-skinned, blue-haired, and utterly alien, Nomoko was a rather imposing sight. The escape artist wasn’t going to be getting out of this one. Still, it was an endearing view. The bot cradled her new package very close, nuzzling her against her chest and occasionally looking down at her. The blue-skinned domina seemed to dole out expressions and fleeting moments of humanity; when the magician mewled or moaned, Nomoko would crane her head down and give her a quick wink, or purse her lips in a mock kiss.

Surely, the walk back to Nomoko’s quarters shouldn’t have taken so long. Perhaps the robotic rapscallion was giving her time to stew.

Her suspicions were confirmed when Nomoko began to speak.

“Well, Alicia - oh, right, Alicia. That is your real name. I like giving out titles, most of the time; Supreme Directrix, Roboverlord and the like. That’s all fun. But my dolls and playmates don’t get titles. Calling someone “Lieutenant Commander” or “Woman of Steel” gets so old so fast.”

Nomoko glanced down again at her captive. This time, she didn’t wink and she didn’t make any sign of comfort. This time, she gave Lady Obsidian a brief but poignant glare. Red shone in her robotic eyes.

“Besides, it’s not like they’ll ever be able to use those titles again. Calling you ‘Escape Artist Extraordinaire’ is, first and foremost, a mouthful. Second, it’s in accurate, because I’m afraid escape is quite impossible. I mean, really, just think back to your own capture. You didn’t have much of a chance, did you? We had you taped up and wrapped within a few seconds, packed into a transit sack in a minute, and whisked away from your adoring fans in a few minutes more. Trust me, you don’t want to bother trying to escape.”

Alicia nodded slightly. Nomoko continued her tirade about the permanence of her situation and the danger in trying to leave the iconic captor’s grasp, but she was already theorizing ways she could be on her way.

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The outfit was fun, even if the situation wasn’t. Alicia, also known as Lady Obsidian, was used to outfits that skirted the line between fetish and fashion. This one was just a bit more on the former.

The dressing loom had totally stripped away her old costume, replacing it with a maid uniform the likes of which she’d never seen. Alicia hadn’t really given it much thought until now, when she was left alone in a small room while Nomoko was out and up to inscrutable - but no doubt villainous - activity with her subordinates.

Some birthday, thought Alicia.

Pantyhose went up to her navel. A pair of threatening stilettos were buckled to her feet; locked onto it and kept secure with a tiny lock. Most notable was her costume, which had been stripped and essentially re-created with gorgeous violet PVC. It was shiny; it was tight. It was made just for her! The primary difference, of course, was the addition of a lacey white maid’s apron around her front. It definitely made for an interesting juxtaposition. Her sleek coat meshed in a curious way with the retro flair of the white apron and the maid’s coiffure on her head.

Of course, it wouldn’t be a FMP classic without restraints, and Nomoko hadn’t skimped out. Nearly a dozen blue straps wound their way around her costume in curious ways. Some were still loose, but a few were tight against her skin. They didn’t have any obvious way of releasing them; the FMP bluetape had the nasty habit of staying on until the captor decided to release the captive.

And so, Lady Obsidian traced the different layers of bindings that now covered her. She had her arms behind her back tucked into a tight boxtie. She couldn’t see her wrists, but it felt as though they had disappeared beneath that beautiful bluetape. Two more straps went around her biceps. They were snug against her flesh, and formed a clever ‘window’ above and below her breasts. It was as though they were designed to show off her bust . Alicia sighed. Probably Nomoko’s idea specifically.

Another set of straps at her waist let her wiggle left and right without avail. It meant that the bonds on her wrist were quite tight as well. Escape was going to be particularly tricky. She couldn’t even negotiate with the curious Nomoko - at least, not verbally. Alicia’s mouth was cutely packed and tightly bound in a blue sheathe, allowing her breath but stealing her ability to speak more than a muffled grunt.

Nomoko returned with flair and panache. “I was just out getting you a birthday present! A little something for your birthday suit.” Alicia blushed. She hadn’t quite thought of her bindings in that way until now.

The blue-skinned bombshell sauntered towards her prize, showing off her latest acquisition. “It’s a bright red ball-gag. It’s actually your ball-gag. See? You left this at your home, and we had to dispatch a seeker to grab it. I know, I know, it’s not much of a gift - it’s a re-gift. But… well….”

Nomoko chuckled, closing in on the bound maid. “It’s a gift for me, more than you.” The bot opened her mouth and placed the ball-gag between her own lips, clenching down on it slightly. Alicia was surprised!

“Hnngh hnnngh…” removing it from her mouth, Nomoko gave off a little chuckle. “Mm… you escape artists always have the most fun gear. This is quite a nice piece of work. I mean, for a human. Clearly, it’s nothing compared to a monomolecular multilayer bluetape binding, but it gets the job done. Besides, I want to prove to you that I have a heart - metaphorically speaking, of course - by giving you something from home.”

The blue binder had a mysterious pattern in her movement. Sometimes, she was rigid and structured; every movement repetitive and precise, such as when she carried her newly-dressed prize. Sometimes, she was lithe, flexible - almost animalistic. Now was one of the latter moments. Nomoko was practically dancing as she approached Alicia with the gag in hand. She’d mime being gagged herself, she’d giggle, and she’d glare. It was clear that this particular silicon creature was a bit unbalanced. Then again, Alicia thought, If I were about to gag the newest toy in my harem, I’d probably be excited too…”

Nomoko eased Lady Obsidian farther onto the bed. She moved her back until her head rested on a pillow before snapping her fingers. “Oh! Of course, one more part of your gift.”

The remaining restraints sought out their points of ingress. Buckled buckled, tightened, and locked. Shining blue cables mated and tightened themselves. Alicia’s coat closed up, turning into a snug leather sleepsack. Air seemed to rush out of it as it tightened itself, revealing Alicia’s form. Nomoko beamed as the leather-sacked escape artist’s beautiful breasts, cute curves, and bodacious body came into visibility.

“Yes. Anyway, where were we, Alicia?” said Nomoko.

Alicia grunted something incomprehensible out through her thin gag.

“Oh! Right.”

The cybernetic charmer crawled onto the bed. She propped herself up with one arm, using the rest to move her fingers up and down the package. Nomoko traced patterns in the leather around her stomach, moving up to the cute, frilly apron and her chest. Fingers flitted patterns around Alicia’s breasts, culminating in a swift but brief pinch that made the magician clench at the abrupt, stimulating delight.

“You look quite nice like this, you know. You ever think of being a pillow for a career? Just give it some thought, eh?”

Her free hand made its way to Alicia’s face. Still covered in the thin blue sheathe, Nomoko took great glee in feeling her features. From her nose to her chin, no skin was visible - and that was just fine with her. The captor gently, precisely touched at Alicia’s encased, pouting lips. It was good. Alicia blushed, making Nomoko grin as her face turned scarlet.

“Seems to me like you enjoy it.”

“Mmmph.”

“Do you like it when I touch your face? When I tease your lips?’

“Mmmmmmph.”

“Hold on a moment…”

Nomoko worked her magic; the sheath-gag peeled away as though it were nothing.

“One more time. I said, ‘do you like it when your owner, protector, and sublime roboverlord touches your lips?”

Lady Obsidian began to respond, but was interrupted by a kiss. A gentle zap from the robot’s lips made her eyes go wide and her body jolt. Was it electricity? Was it shock? Something else? She didn’t have much time to contemplate it; the presence of a powerful, gorgeous, and utterly immoral blue dominatrix had her attention instead. The kiss was earnest and true; Lady Obsidian felt the bot’s tongue gently tease over her own, felt the pressure and pleasure at having her sensitive face so sensually stroked. And of course, there was the smell - the distinctive and splendid scent of Nomoko, the curious allure that she hadn’t experienced since being carried into the room.

As soon as it had begun, it was over. Nomoko drew back, slipping the gag between Alicia’s waiting, trembling, and pout lips. Another layer of bluetape over that, and she was back to her mewling, grunting, and groaning self.

The magician wiggled back and forth, slightly cocooned and thoroughly helpless. Nomoko grinned, devising future plans. A menacing red light gleamed from her eye.

Nomoko was surprisingly strong. Despite her slight frame, she had a physical strength that far outpaced anything that even a flexible and athletic human like Lady Obsidian could hope to manage! When she wanted something, she got it.

A thin strip of bluetape went over Alicia’s eyes. She was blindfolded now, and just as helpless as before.

She felt two firm hands on her breasts. The packaged performer wiggled and grunted at the sudden pleasant sensations of her chest being thoroughly fondled and gently groped. Nomoko took thick handfuls of Lady Obsidian’s breasts. Her thumbs teased at her teats, massaging her plump chest in circles.

Alicia was falling into a haze; groaning, moaning, and stimulated in ways she had scarcely expected or envisioned! Was this was Nomoko wanted? Was this a birthday gift? Was this just a one-time offer? She blushed and felt a bead of sweat on her forehead, nervous that she’d do something or say something wrong, and this lovely, blissful intimacy would end! Then she realized - she was bound, gagged, and blindfolded. There was absolutely nothing she could possibly mess up - and not all that much she could do aside from moan, grin, and enjoy the sensual stimulation.

Nomoko leaned in. Alicia was treated to the bot’s beautiful scent before she felt her lips kissing her forehead.

“Don’t bother trying to escape,” said the captor.

Alicia wasn’t really an escape artist… tonight, she was a pillow. She was a pleasantly packaged, beautifully bound, and intimately unaware little pillow in Nomoko’s harem. Alicia sighed as the bot rested her head on Alicia’s fluffy chest.

“Mmmp-hmmm.” Alicia couldn’t escape - not that she wanted to.