“You’re not cooperating!”

Phantom had already signaled for security remotely. She had also managed to tap the panic button behind the table.

Aria put more weight on her superior’s back, forcing Phantom down against the padded floor of her playroom. She struggled to get up, reaching out to drag her nearly-nude form towards the door.

Her lunge was interrupted as Aria grabbed the pale-skinned villain’s head and pushed it down against the pad, squishing Phantom’s cheeks and chest against the ground. “Quit resisting!”

She wasn’t going to give up, but she was getting a bit more desperate. Throwing her dignity to the wind, she resorted to a more old-fashioned method of calling security.

“Help! Hey! Someone! Black alert! White alert! Aria alert!”

The doors to the playroom were sound-proofed, as per Phantom’s own specifications. The other participants had been politely asked to leave as Phantom and Aria had some private time. Signal-blocking construction was a conscious choice as well - the last thing that the villain wanted was some blackmail material being streamed or recorded inside her most personal of personal spaces. If nothing else, there was a good chance that Phantom’s panic-button push would get security here - eventually.

“The Executive” was Aria’s name for the incredibly tight garment that she’d made for Phantom. It involved, of course, commandeering the fabrication labs to properly design it and have it built to Phantom’s specifications. (Actually, built to Aria’s specifications, and that meant to encase Phantom exactly as she planned!) The garment was made of thick high-tech rubber. Cups with extra padding provided support as well as making them look larger and rounder.

She coordinated a pair of straight mitts, which slid over taped-up fists. Thick ball-mitts went over those, and were locked in place by a key that Aria had made sure wasn’t in the room. Or even in the building. She managed a few last-minute flails as she was squished against the cushioned floor. Aria wasn’t interested in complaints or resistance.

Her arms fit into the sleeves of a bolero-style straitjacket, one equipped with a strapped harness built-in to wrap around her chest, waist, hips, and groin. It segmented her body nicely, giving her a gorgeous sort of symmetry. Aria was eager to partake; the padding might have dulled the sensitivity of Phantom’s chest, but this was Aria, after all. Every squeeze and rub sent a potent tingle through those trapped and nicely presented orbs. Something was in the suit, coating Phantoms breasts, making them feel good.. And with the padding, the suit was if anything too small for Phantoms bust, causing constant intense pressure even when Arias naughty hands weren't squeezing, rubbing and groping!

Aria took advantage of Phantoms upper body thrashing to apply straps to those tightly latex-layered legs, squeezing them snugly together, shiny rubber forced to bulge around the taut bands of rubber buckled oh so snug. Especially with how many of them Aria used, every few inches, ensuring those naughty legs were under control "Oh behave! I have something fun planned for you!"

"Nnnng." She managed to "behave" just long enough to get her legs tightly strapped like a fly in a web. Aria dismounted Phantom, moving some equipment and drawers out of the way of a wall.

“You have no idea how long this took to install! I had to make sure you were out and about, pay a lot of money, and ensure everyone who worked on it was demoted, droned, or otherwise disposed of discretely.”

The now-featureless wall opened up with Aria’s touch. A long cylinder emerged from the wall, so perfectly made and shaped that it had appeared seamless to the naked eye. Aria grinned, swept Phantom’s bound form up in her arm, and carried her over to the drawer. Inside it was a thick cocoon, and soon inside that was Phantom - layer upon layer of thick rubber now locking over her body, feet first. Petulant but ultimately powerless, Phantom’s warm body was stabilized as the zipper locked in place.

Thick rubber molded itself to the Executive’s shape, and Aria stopped just short of the neck - leaving it partially unzipped. The sack was built into the drawer, though, so even this tiny mercy wasn’t enough to guarantee freedom. The little mynx was already slipping a fat gag between Phantom’s lips, and then sliding a hood with only the eyes open over that.

The bulge of the gag behind the hood was fabulous. Aria couldn’t keep away, kissing those now-gagged and hooded lips with an earnest peck. “You look very nice, Phanny. You'll be locked away for oh... at least a week straight, before I can open the drawer again. I'm sure you remember the protocol we put in place, you need to be missing for at least that long before I can assume your position... After that… who knows?”

Her resistance was purely token at this point, consisting mostly of grunts and moans. The hood was sealed in place with tape, at which point the zipper was completed and mated with the hood. Aria took a moment to stare deeply into Phantom’s eyes before slipping the attached blindfold down and over them, and taping over that.

“Take care, boss!” And with that, she slid the drawer closed, leaving the padded, rubberized, and encased Phantom in her own little oubliette.

Aria sat back in Phantoms chair and let out a little sigh, looking at the wall, now hidden again. It would have been nice to get more use out of her slave, but a week of total isolation and torment by those naughty devices would leave her boss all the more malleable to Aria's suggestions. Especially combined with a custom suit Aria had planned - even once the CEO was out, her trouble was just beginning.