“So, what do your victims say when you’ve got them helpless?” asked Phantom.

Arma grinned. “It depends. If ungagged, they have a nasty habit of saying some impolite things. That of course means that they ought to be silenced.”

“I think you’d agree, Phantom - it’s just not proper for a captive to be cursing out their captor, especially not when I’ve given them such luxurious treatment.”

The domina made certain that her playroom was secure by closing the door behind her. She took off a long duster, gently hung it on a hook, and began to slink towards Arma. The only thing she wore now was her royal purple catsuit. It indicated that she was interested in play, not work.

“Mmmhm. So, you prefer to keep them gagged unless they’re going to be polite. So what do you say? Your treatment is fairly luxurious, and it’s not the same without proper gloating.”

She ran fingers through his black shoulder-length hair. Arma was clad in a dark latex suit with a bright magenta trim.

A thick harness, made of black leather and studded with silver caps, stretched around his torso and waist. It radiated out from a circular ring on his chest; no matter how he squirmed or moved, he’d never forget that he was harnessed up and dressed for Phantom’s pleasure.

 Arma was seated on a heavy chair with a high back. His arms had been mittened up before being taped over and locked behind him. It caused the stimulating sensation of of being stretched out every time he shifted.

Phantom hadn’t skimped on Arma’s legs, either; a pair of heavy cuffs at his ankles and another at his thighs were threaded below the seat and between the legs of the chair. Shifting or trying to kick is legs would just pull his wrists painfully downwards. It did make a very nice noise, though, so he did it anyway.

The squeak of his suit and the constant jingle of his buckles and belts was downright musical. Phantom had him collared, but was nice enough not to attach a leash or bell. She didn’t need to - nobody else could see him, nor mistake him for a free man. For now, he was all hers, and nobody could possibly come to his rescue.

Phantom gently eased herself onto Arma’s lap. His warm thighs and breathing indicated a growing excitement.

“Been thinking about me?”

Arma chuckled. “Not really. Just going over my to-do list for this weekend.”

“Does bowing down and worshipping your latex-clad mistress appear anywhere on that list?”

Arma shook his head. “No, not yet. Especially since I can’t really do any kneeling. Here’s a suggestion: let me out, unbuckle these cuffs - I’ll see what I can do to teach you about proper worship.”

She grinned, patting him twice on the cheek. “Cute.”

Phantom edged herself up his lap, now letting his bulge gently tease between her legs. “You didn’t answer my question earlier. What do you say? Bear in mind, I’ve got you suited up, heavily bound, and kept in only the most luxurious of leather restraints.”

“Are you expecting a thank-you?”

“No,” said Phantom.

She leaned in close, planting a kiss on his cheek. She whispered into his ear. Warm breath proud down his neck. He felt her pressing against him; latex against latex as her words wormed their way into his brain.

“...I was expecting a ‘thank you, mistress.’”

He grinned, pretending to laugh it off. “Maybe when you’ve got me collared, you’ll have earned the title ‘Mistress.’”

Phantom smiled slyly. “Oh, you silly little thing. You don’t realize how doomed you are; you’re suited by me, controlled by me, bound by me. I get to make every decision for you. Right now, you’re an adorable little bound-up boy for me to use. Were I in your position, I’d be doing everything in your power to stay on my good side.”

He nuzzled at her cheek. “Heh. Well, good thing you’re not me.”

Phantom grinned again, her green eyes shining like that of a cat seeking prey. She raised up a web of straps and rings before his eyes and started to slip its leather-padded surface between his teeth.

“This is a ring-harness gag. It’ll keep your mouth open in case I need it, but it also looks quite nice. Like a drooling little slave. The heavy harness elements are there to make sure you can’t let it out, and so that anyone who sees you - not that I’m letting you out of here - knows that you belong to me.”

Arma blushed. Phantom started to gently insert a finger between his now-open lips. He reflexively licked at it, feeling his tongue play at her fingertip.

“Good. You know at least how to suckle on Mistress’s glove.”

“Huurr hurrr,” said Arma. He was smiling even through the gag, if that were at all possible.

Phantom continued to grin, this time furrowing her brow, and produced a mask. It was triangular in shape, ending in a short tube and an inflatable valve. It slipped over his mouth and nose.

Arma’s eyes went wide. It easily snapped on to his harness-gag, connecting to it with a sturdy and fairly airtight seal. He tried to control his breathing, failed, and then looked at her with excited, fierce eyes.

“This rebreather should help remind you of your place,” she said.

A few seconds later and he was already feeling light-headed - thought that might have been the fact that she was playing with his bulge with her right hand…

“Honestly, Arma, you should really learn how to act around Mistress - unless you want to end up hooded , hobbled, and desperate for air.”

He was already shaking, squirming, trying and failing to get it off. He blushed more, growing red with arousal and excitement.

She smiled. This was how he should act around her…

Phantom leaned in, taking his head with her left hand and pulling it close. She pressed her breast against his, her waist meeting his belly, and tugging herself close with her legs. His manhood, now firm, played against her flesh.

“I’m going to make you love me the way you love oxygen… You’re going to absolutely beg.” She gently kissed him on the forehead as he started to moan, and Phantom reached for a vibrating wand.