The letter was short and hand-written. Phantom didn't have any gaudy headers or footers. The words were plain and simple, written with a ballpoint pen. A few of the words hadn't had time to dry entirely and were smudged. Every single stroke was of uniform precision. The short note was a mixture of profoundly human touches and very professional, robotic precision.

    Dear Dovah, 

    Your recent breakout attempt was not appreciated. Although I recognize the cause of your frustrations, we must also recognize that they have been dealt with. The perpetrator of the grievances against you has, as you well know, been punished appropriately. 

    With that said, I cannot have you shouting or escaping further. Your contract with me has been extended an extra two weeks, during which time the dress code has been changed as well. I would like to say that you're free to discuss your concerns, but you are not. The gag in your mouth will be a permanent fixture until your contract is complete. Just be glad that we give you a variety of options to keep you silent. 

    I hope you sincerely enjoy your new attire. I expect to see you wearing it on Monday. In fact, I'll be there personally to help you dress.

    -Phantom


    True to her word, the executive was there at 8:35 the next morning. She was going to make sure that Dovah was wearing her new uniform, and if that meant helping her into it, so be it.

    "Uniform" was probably not the way that Dovah would describe it.

    She'd probably call it 'slimming' and 'restrictive' and 'interesting' and 'stimulating' and also 'total bullshit' as well. She couldn't complain about the craftsmanship... mostly because of the fat, integrated gag.

    The outfit consisted of five main parts. Dovah's chest was cupped and caressed by the snug cups of her bustier. Her midriff was tightly packed; it was almost a corset! Gently shaping the waist and showing off her chest was one thing, but the style? Not her choice at all. The dark material had a soft, breathable fabric lining but a very visible leather exterior! What was this supposed to be - body armor? It was tight and she felt her ability to bend at the waist curtailed. Admittedly, she sat and stood up straight, but this was no way to treat fashion royalty like herself.

    The bustier ran down to her underwear, which in turn ran via suspender to two long stockings. The straps, like the ones that kept her bustier in place, were tight against her skin - though not uncomfortable. Still, they were an old-fashioned flare, and she was a new-fashion designer! 

     Dovah's dress was a mixture of profoundly sexy and ludicrous. It was polished leather; black brought to such a lustrous shine that it seemed artificial. 

    The dress ran from her neckline down to her waist, where it merged into a thick and heavy skirt. The skirt barely stretched; it went practically to her calves! A hobble-skirt this was not; it made her feel like she was mummified or trapped in a sleepsack. Every footfall was dainty and measured. She couldn't bend her waist to stabilize her movements; the bustier and fashion corset built into her dress made that a passing memory. At least, with all the boning, all the restriction, it looked good. 

    Her shoulders were left bare, and her milky-white skin was visible up to her biceps. Of course, Phantom wouldn't simply allow her to work without a long pair of gloves. They were dark, shiny, and made it tough to bend. Not a big deal - she could still work - but her dexterity was limited. If this was a plan to make her work slowly and extend her enforced contract... it would probably work.

    The bare shoulders were lined with a thick and wide collar. It was tall and ran directly into the leather dress, going up to her mouth and over it. It restricted her head's movement like a cowl, and made her look like a mysterious superhero. If that her were, of course, bound and gagged quite heavily. She'd suffered a fat plug between her lips, and a leather-padded gag over that. The neck-brace merely obscured it all, making her seem elegant rather than forcibly silenced.

    Lord. The tall gag wasn't the only sign of her enforced bondage. She had a pair of D-rings around her belt, and Phantom was currently only giving her a few inches of movement; each arm was chained to her waist. If that wasn't enough, there was a silken veil around her face, further removing her mouth from the equation. A head-scarf of the same gave her all the look of a domestic; but one that was veiled, beautiful, valued, and of course, absolutely, positively unfree.

    Phantom stroked one hand over her veiled cheek and leaned in for a kiss.

    "Ready for work?"

    Dovah tried to speak, but couldn't hear herself through her gag. Instead, she jingled the chains around her waist.

    Phantom smiled. "Good."