Trophies and keepsakes lined the sconces of the parlor. The shelves were the color of chocolate. They were nearly an unbearable mass of clutter in comparison to the featureless walls; the few knick-knacks and old mementos were whirlpools of personality. The room had no definable time or place. A secretary brought Phantom a warm drink every fifty-nine minutes.

A pathetic and mewling mass squirmed on the floor. He lay on his side, body ensconced in a shining black mass that lacked any seams. Without any lines, one’s gaze wandered lost through its endless black landscape of hills, valleys, curves, and groans.

    Knolls around his manhood and rear matched a bulging curve between his lips. His mouth was agape, filled to the brim with a semirigid softness that kept his air minimal and his jaw filled. The vacuum of his sheets removed all his human features while leaving them present and visible. His speech, agility, and personality were packed and hidden. His slim rear, legs, and facial features were all ensconced in an unbroken layer of black. One might have been able to tell his identity - his ‘former life’ before his encasement by Phantom - without the attached cenotaph. A hologram showed his face; pale skin, purple hair and amethyst eyes. His name had been redacted, replaced with the title of “PHANTOM’S TOY.”

    The mistress sat in a wingback chair with her legs crossed. One foot idly teased over the slave’s face. She alternated between an affectionate nuzzle of her foot against the side of his coated head, and forceful pressure.

    “Would you like a turn?” asked Phantom of her guest.

    He had shoulder-length hair, golden-touched skin, and a catlike smirk. Arma laughed. “No thanks. I’d never get out.”

    Phantom neither smiled nor frowned. “I meant a turn with my toy, here. Though your suggestion is also on offer.”

    Arma closed his eyes and shrugged, raising his hands in resignation. “If you insist, I’ll be your guest. But I came here - and was allowed in - because I offered a superior alternative.  You wouldn’t force me to endure an inferior product, would you?”

    Phantom’s face was not a smile. “MirageCorp is always interested in new options and alternatives. I will say that Doctor Hope is a very valued member of our staff. Her ‘BetterBandage’ is an invaluable product. We sell it to hospitals, hostels, and hotels alike.”

    The guest grinned, walking over to the captive mewling on the floor. “And that’s the gear you’ve subjected him to, yes?”

    The toy arched his back, moaning. He had the capacity to move, but not to escape. Every stringent struggle for escape only snapped back to immobility. Pleasure was visible on his body; he wiggled with gratuitous delight every time Phantom rubbed her foot against his neck. Phantom nodded, both in appreciate for her toy’s reaction as well as in agreement with Arma.

    “Do you have any messages waiting for you?” asked Arma.

    “What do you mean?”

    “I mean, do you perhaps have some messages from other parts of the building you’ve been putting off? Maybe a message about Dr. Hope’s lab?”

    Phantom raised an eyebrow. Arma’s eyes glinted. He wore an obvious smirk. She connected herself to view a feed of Hope’s lab, ignoring the numerous messages waiting for her from the relevant location.

    Hope’s dark eyes stared at the camera that fed the screen that met Phantom’s gaze. She was on her belly, resting on her breasts and arching her back upwards. Her arms were trapped in rigid straightness behind her. The stretching aroused emotions that Hope normally reserved for more private moments. Rather than a carefully-applied layer, a living layer of goo had coated Hope and put her in a position that was just as compromising and effective as the slave in Phantom’s parlor.

    It grew larger while Phantom watched. A strip crossed over the bridge of Hope’s nose in parody of a harness gag. It forced the top of her cheeks upward as it filled her lips with a tremendous plug, hardening into a panel over her mouth. Phantom cut the feed before she saw Hope (and presumably, her assistant Elise) in anything more compromising - she didn’t want to get distracted during a meeting. (She did, of course, make a backup of the recording for later, private use.)

    “A genetically-engineered gooey creature. Not really a creature, and not really engineered. But created by me, for me.”

    “For you?” asked Phantom.

    “Yes. For my own purposes. Like sneaking into your doctor’s laboratory, capturing her, and keeping her bound, gagged, and teased until I say otherwise!”

    “And not for me.”

    “Oh, certainly not,” said Arma. “It’s not for sale. Not right now, at least. I might be willing to make a few for you, but I’m afraid they’re very expensive and they decay after not too long.”

    “So, all your fancy toys like this-”

    Phantom motioned to a screen which displayed a freeze-frame of Hope’s gagged, bound, coated face.

    “...are made by you, and only you. You’re not going to share with us your method for making them, and you’re going to charge me an outrageous sum for each and every one of them.”

    “Yep.”

    “I thought so.” Phantom tapped on the heavily hooded and coated head of her toy at her feet.

    “Agent Amethyst, please subdue this visitor.” Her eyes rose to meet with a somewhat surprised Arma. The pathetic little slave was wriggling free of his confines. “He is one of many who are very loyal to me. I could punish him for years and he’d still do exactly what I say.”

    Fifty-nine seconds later, Arma was defeated. Still wearing his lab coat, he’d been tied tightly to a high-backed chair. He wriggled his head left and right, straining against the ropes that held him so tightly in Phantom’s grasp. His hips bucked, his waist strained against three long lengths of rope, and he harumphed into his gag.

    A wide, bright red ballgag between his lips made him look like a succulent dish, ready to nibble. His cat-like eyes had been covered with a wide blindfold, lest Phantom get too distracted by them. Phantom’s servant was lacing up the harness keeping Arma restrained still, checking over every knot to make certain that he wouldn’t escape. Not that he’d get far, even if he managed to wriggle free of his ropes. Phantom had big plans for him.

    She took a seat in his lap; a comfortable weight on his body. Her scent filled his nostrils as she leaned in close. A dainty lick of her tongue on his exposed lips made Arma shiver with anticipation.

    “...Hopefully with you, it won’t take nearly as long.”

    She provided a single, long and passionate kiss on his forehead. His cheeks turned red before disappearing under black as she slipped a leather hood over his face.