Once upon a time, there was switchy witch named Agnis, the Raven, known throughout the land for her raven-black hair. That time was not so long ago, and that land was our modern-day world. But let it be known that Raven was exactly as she appeared. Agnis was intelligent, ambitious, and was a sorceress of some repute. Not everything about her was obvious, though. At a glance, one might not realize that Agnis was deeply, devilishly kinky.

There were so many things that fascinated her, and Agnis had the habit of flittering from one hyperfocus to the next; use her magical spells to capture, restrain, and tease a captive only to let them go shortly thereafter; a one-night-stand of rope and rituals. Agnis had a few types of targets that she had a fondness for - ranging from her daughter to powerful types. The witch also couldn’t help herself, as she too loved being tied herself. Of course, those partners that she allowed to dominate her were always the weaker type. Agnis would never willingly allow herself to be grabbed by any kind of fearful and dangerous captor; only someone that she knew that she could eventually escape from.

Nothing, Agnis said, was ever truly impossible. And if someone told her it was impossible, that was just going to get her interested. And so when her daughter indicated that “Actually getting noticed and tied by someone like Phantom would be “impossible,” Agnis was incensed and intrigued. Who was this woman that she supposedly could never be noticed by?

A bit of research - and at least one kidnapped secretary later - and Agnis had a decent idea of this CEO’s style. Phantom, it seemed, had a rumored reputation as a devilishly dangerous kinkster, but she also chose her targets carefully. Anyone simply grabbed would rarely end up in her tender hands… no, no, Agnis wanted, nay, needed Phantom to notice her. Besides, she imagined Phantom to be no threat - once she was caught, she’d flip the tables and the CEO would be swinging and squirming by her own magical petard.

A tour at MirageCorp, hosted by a virtual assistant, was just the ticket to get noticed. The building and grounds were all very impressive; modern amenities, interesting corridors. She lingered a bit when the pen-shaped tour guide indicated that they were all moving on - and that Agnis was to follow.

Obviously, Agnis pushed the door open the moment that the guide wasn’t looking. Behind the door was a huge room absolutely filled with shiny, glossy corporate drones, hypnotic workstations, and shiny, intriguing technobondage. Agnis blushed slightly, seeing dozens of seated captives, servile and docile. Glossy eyes; shiny restraints. Eyes glazed over, mouths open - or more likely, filled with fat gags. A few of them clattered away at keyboards, the rest of them squirming against their chairs.

She slinked away, trying to disappear into a closet. Agnis cast a spell to hide her presence and disappeared, hidden by an arcane mirage. But this was MirageCorp; illusions and mirages were their forte. Security had been trained to deal with just such a threat, and a whole pack of them descended on her like a pack of wolves. Some struck up close, others hit her from afar. Every MirageCorp Security & Safety Officer spewed out shiny blue tape when up close, using dispensers and manhandling. And from afar, they dispensed advanced synthread cable.

Agnis felt the tape tight around her thighs and arms first, squeezing her biceps up against her chest and then her forearms. Following on from that was another layer of bluetape around her thighs - individually and separately, just for the fun of it. Cord wrapped around her at her stomach and above and below her breasts. The robot-like employees were showing no mercy at all, the cord sinking and biting against her clothes and skin. Agnis tried squirming but quickly realized that the rope was snaking around her so tightly that she couldn’t really kick her legs. The indentations in the nylon fabric were so deep that she couldn’t even try to shimmy her arms up and down; two layers keeping things in place. Security kept going; they made numerous passes, practically leaving her torso practically mummified by the time the drones finished wrapping her.

Agnis looked confident as they began to repeat the wrapping process on her legs, quickly melding them together under multitudinous layers of tape, followed by silky synthetic cord. A few bits of tape around her thighs had just been there to stop her from moving - to de-escalate her mobility before escalating their restraints! Security operated with gusto, binding her at the ankles, shins, knees, and thighs, but as the passes of rope increased the bindings practically blended into one solid mass of rope, leaving her lower body as thoroughly wrapped as her upper body.

They forgot just one thing though. They didn’t gag her. And, the moment that they were done tying her and they started to drag her away for processing and interrogation, Agnis vanished - physically this time, not just visually. Poof. The witch - hat and all - was already on her way back to her home, giddy at the knowledge that MirageCorp was going to be an absolute playground for her.

…that was until she went home for the night. Her daughter was staying in town for the weekend (cheaper than a hotel, Agnis always said!) and was sleeping in the living room.

Neither of them heard Phantom entering. Just to make sure she couldn’t do any monologuing, Phantom had gagged herself before embarking on her escapade; filling her mouth, taping over it, and finally wearing a “stealthy” gwen hood.

While Agnis rested, Phantom got to work - and this time, she made sure that Agnis wasn’t saying anything. She laid out all the items in sequence, knowing she’d have to restrain her target quickly. Black latex tape for her svelte, sensual body. But for her mouth, a wad of handkerchiefs, a sponge, tape, a thick microfiber cloth, and four layers of bandanas.

And so, despite Agnis thinking that being caught by Phantom in her own home was impossible, it turned out to be very possible. Inevitable, even. And when Agnis began hopping - leashed by Phantom and heading downstairs - she locked eyes with her guest and her captor. Phantom didn’t need to use words - just to smile. Agnis knew that the treatment that security had given her was just a taste of all the personal ministrations that Phantom intended to give this kinky witch.