“You’re like a kitty sometimes. For example, you’re cute when you’re mad.”

 

Rossem gasped wordlessly into the rubber sheet. His facade was completely hidden by the shining ebony laminate that coated his face. He gulped greedily for air, vacuuming an indentation in the rubber as he gasped.

Hnngh… hgggk…

Phantom relented. Oxygen filled the elf’s lungs as he gasped. Phantom grabbed him by the chin as he sucked in fresh air.

“That expression is just adorable. I know that sounds denigrating - it’s supposed to. But the look on your face is just so sweet! You’re like a fine feline getting a bath or having his fur trimmed. You don’t like what’s happening, but you’re not naughty enough to physically scratch or fight back.

The elf got to his feet and charged at Phantom. He was physically adept, and she hadn’t been expecting it. She flew against the padded wall of Rossem’s holding cell, the wind knocked out of her lungs. Rossem whirled around and landed on top of her. Even while captive, he possessed the grace of his kind.

He pinned her down for a moment, sitting on her chest and threatening to crush or smother her. Phantom blushed. She wouldn’t forget this.

 

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Rossem sat and stewed. He looked down at his undersuit. It didn’t have the elegance of his qipao, for one.

What it did have was the snug precision of a tailor-made suit. Phantom had practically tattooed it onto his body. The dozens of tiny metal nodes were so subtle that he couldn’t feel them. After fitting him in the custom undersuit, his captor had also sprayed him down with one thin layer of shiny goodness, just to lacquer him up.

For two, he couldn’t get a good view of it. He was restrained in a reclined chair by tight leather buckles. Phantom must have known that this was overkill. That was probably the point. There was no other reason to have him strapped at the ankle, calf, thigh, waistline, stomach, chest, neck, biceps, and wrists. Rossem couldn’t even arch his back. He couldn’t reach the power-nullifying crystal on his collar, either.

He sneered when Phantom entered the room, biding his time until she got close.

“Remember when I said you were like a kitten? Well, I was just thinking that you would make a very good pet indeed. Maybe a rubber pup to follow me around, or a shiny little elven lyxn to sit in my lap… perhaps you’d be better as a shiny songbird in a cage. Regardless of what I decide your fate to be, you’ll need to be trained.

A long grin crossed his face. “You know you can’t train me. You simply don’t have the strength for it. Some people were made to serve, Phantom… you were one of them.”

Phantom’s grin dropped slightly. “Ah, and I will so very miss those jabs. But I’m sure I’ll grow to love the way you purr and mewl just as much.”

She was done playing with her food and went in for the kill. Rossem bit at her, baring her teeth as she got close. She used the moments of his open mouth to shove something between his lips.

He gummed at it for a moment with his tongue, surprised by the intruder. It wasn’t just a gag; it was a semi-rigid sheath. Phantom pushed it in deep, deeper. It was soft and comfortable; stretchy at the back but so solid that he couldn’t close his mouth. A soft sheath allowed his little elven tongue to wiggle about.

“There we are. No more biting. No more silly words. Pets don’t talk.”

“Nnnnghg.” Rossem’s tongue flicked about as he tested his new oral fixation. It covered his lips, giving him a dark and gothic appearance.

She took his head in both her hands, steadying him for a bit. He flexed his toes and arms, bucking and trying to resist whatever other machinations she had in store. It wasn’t some horrible torture, though; she simply used the opportunity to gently nibble his ears.

After a quick kiss to his dagger-shaped ears, she fitted him with a pair of tiny plugs. They inserted themselves and wormed deep inside his ears, tickling and teasing him. They muted the sounds of Phantom’s lab, replacing them with a calming rhythm.

She spoke through the speakers implanted in the ear-buds. “These are going to slowly worm deep within your mind. You’ll hear exactly what I want you to hear, and soon, think exactly what I want you to think. You’ll feel what I want you to feel. In this case, I want you to feel full. I’m going to plug every orifice up nice and tight. With me as your mistress, you’re going to feel full and fulfilled like never before.”

Phantom wasn’t making idle threats. With Rossem gagged and deaf, she took his head in one hand (forcing it against the headrest) while she applied a pair of large black lenses over his eyes. He could blink, but what good would that do? The world took on a tinted, oily sheen. It wasn’t so dark that he couldn’t see Phantom’s grinning face. Rossem gripped the armrests in anger.

“There we go. Those ocular control lenses will work in tandem with your earplugs. You’re going to be a good pet in no time at all. Just look; you can see me anytime I want. Whether you’re buried in a box underground or trapped in a cage , you can always see Mistress wherever you look.

Rossem turned his head, and Phantom seemed to follow him. She was inside him, in a manner of speaking.

...and then she was inside him in a much more literal sense. Rossem felt digital intruders penetrating his rear. The plug within him came from the suit, and its sensations were only magnified by his mental state. The feeling of being stretched and squeezed was humiliating. Somehow, having Phantom do it was almost worse. (Or maybe better.)

“You remind me of a fish out of water - gasping for air. I’ll admit that with those black eyes and lips, you look rather unusual. But the way you’re squirming is hard to resist. One change I’ll make, though, are these noseplugs. They’ll keep you well and sustained with plenty of air, as long as I feel you deserve it.”

Rossem was well and truly plugged now. Phantom clambered on top of him. She was a comfortable weight. In his strange, isolated world, it was good to feel someone else’s presence.

She ran her hands up and down his chest, pinching, poking, groping, and molesting. She elicited moans and grunts, gently rubbing her face against his strong and muscular torso.

“It’s time to finish you off,” said Phantom. She moved her hands towards his manhood with all the subtlety of a stalking predator. When she took his sheathed member in one hand, she only stroked it lightly, watching for his reaction.

“I have one more item for you. This hood is going to go over your head and seal it all in. It’ll mean that the last vestiges of your “person-hood” are going to disappear. You’ll be nothing but a perfect, shiny object from head to toe. It’ll make sure the lenses and sheath will stay in for a good long time, until I decide you need a more permanent coating.”

Rossem bucked, straining at his straps as she spoke. Phantom just laughed.

“Looks to me like it’s time for one final orgasm as a person.”

Her mouth touched his shaft, opening to begin suckling on him with great innocence. She gently cupped his sack, fondling with his most sensitive spots and calmly pleasuring him. She was so damned casual about it.

On occasion, she flashed her eyes at Rossem. Even coated and plugged, he could see her mischievous grin. He was unable to hold back, falling headlong into depths of pleasure and humiliation. He was totally objectified by her, treated like an object or pet.

Even this act of sensuality was for her benefit, not his. She did it to show her power, to remind him that only Mistress could bring orgiastic release. Her mouth and tongue ran up and down his exposed cock. He began to shake violently as his brain filled with images of empty submission and obedience. Rossem felt his ego slipping away as she dove deep on his manhood.

When he finally released his seed, his mind was frazzled enough to forget his circumstances. Phantom hooding him one final time was the natural next step to dedicating himself to Ma’am.

Rossem basked in post-orgasm bliss, firmly associating those pure feelings of pleasure with restriction and submission. Phantom left the room smiling, flicking a switch to begin its training.