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"Violi , I have an idea for another bet."
Phantom grinned. She liked to hedge her bets. One should only commit to such a gamble when assured of victory.
Violi chimed in over the computer. "What did you have in mind?"
"I'll bet that I can make you say something deliciously, delightfully lewd. For example, I'll be that by the end of the day, I'll get you to say the phrase 'I am your rubber slut' , on the record, with your own lovely lips and mouth."
Skeptical, but intrigued, Violi agreed. "All right. And how do you propose to do that?"
"Take a look at the computer. I'll be over in a few minutes, but that should give you an idea..."
Phantom leaned back in her seat, leaning her head against her hand. Violi was sitting down at her shop's computer. She had already lost the game, she just didn't know it yet.
Violi stared at the screen for a moment, making eye contact with Phantom from across a digital divide. It felt like the Directrix was in the room with her.
In an instant, Violi's body grew warm to the touch. She ran her fingers over her body. The white-haired villain chewed her lip, stroking her chest as her thoughts began to leave her. It was like trying to think with a sieve; every conscious thought that could resist her urges simply poured through like water. It was a liberating, emptying feeling.
The week's events flushed over her. Memories flashed as she tried to understand what was happening, but she couldn't carry them in her hands. She needed to touch herself, to tease herself. Her body begged for servitude, for the sensation of a firm hand on her curves to tell her what to do.
She thought of Phantom's glossy black lips touching her own, of the passionate moments where they had shared a kiss. Phantom's musk, her body, her heat seemed to radiate out from memory and into Violi's mind.
She thought of the villain's tongue against her own, of forceful kisses and the aggressive passion of Phantom's hands across her face. She longed for it.
Violi didn't realize she'd stripped to her luxurious spandex and stockings.
She knew that she was gagging herself as she locked the strip of latex tape over her mouth, but she didn't care. In fact, in this addled state, she wanted it - needed it. Warmth between her legs had spread to engulf her every fiber.
It spread like silk through a tapestry. She couldn't excise it. Standing still, atop her tiptoes, was the best she could do to avoid breaking down entirely and begging, moaning, pleading with Phantom to hurry up.
Phantom's arrival was heralded with a pair of latex-clad servants opening the door to Lady Violi's boutique. She celebrated the knowledge that Mistress Phantom was her, and here for her .
The villain smiled. Weeks ago, she'd planted a series of hypnotic triggers that would only activate when Violi were exposed to certain visual stimuli. Clearly, they'd worked better than intended.
Violi was regaining her free will by the time Phantom had her cuffed and helpless. She circled her prey, licking her lips and thinking about how best she'd have her bound.
"You look ravishing in all those brown skintight stockings, but I think purple is more your color..."
Hands on her chin, examining the merchandise. Fingers lacing around the back of Violi's head, bringing the now-conscious schemer in close.
Lips on Violi's gagged face. Warm, passionate, and just as forceful as the inciting incident. She luxuriated in the moment, nuzzling her body and tongue against the luscious, latex-locked lips of Violi's mewling face.
She had to pull herself away before she became lost in passion. She had 23 hours left to get Violi to say "I am your rubber slut," and it would be cheating to simply hypnotize her into saying it. She had a lot of work to do to coax those lips into submission.