"I want something that screams I'm his oh-so-fuckable little lovetoy in six-foot-high neon letters. Preferably in green or black." Zatanna said with a smile. She knew the love of her life would likely appreciate her lack of subtlety in the bedroom or, hell, in public if he desired to parade her around like his pet whore before fucking her senseless.
"Understood! We've got a lovely green vinyl minidress that leaves nothing to the imagination - I imagine it will barely cover even 3 inches of those long legs of yours. No panties beyond maybe a g-string can fit beneath it and no bra, which, if you're correct, will be no problem." Mary said with a cheerful smile. "And I have just the matching set of black stiletto heels to go with it!"
Zatanna grinned, her pussy getting wet at the thought of Eddie seeing her in such a bold, slutty outfit before tearing it off her body.
"I love it! But before I try it all on . . . do you happen to carry green fishnets?"
***
Eddie smiled as he watched Zatanna's trial run via hidden cameras. He had to make sure she wouldn't revert to her goody two-shoes old self without him around. The sight of her leggy, sexy body sliding out of her functional clothes and into skintight green vinyl seemed a conclusive confirmation that his brainwashing had taken hold firmly and permanently. Seeing her luscious curves put so bawdily on display was delightful on multiple levels.
Of course, Zatanna was merely the beginning. Nygma had been more careful than he'd ever been before in his capture and transportation of Zatanna, using legal goods and services paid for in untraceable cash to whisk her to his hidden bungalow from New York city via private train car. He also hired a Zatanna impersonator anonymously to lead a false trail from her dressing room to the airport, ensuring he'd have all the time he'd need to break the sexy sorceress - which wasn't much time at all as it turned out. She'd even spewed out information about all of the Justice League's secret identities with particular juicy bits about Batman and his ilk. Bruce Wayne being his greatest enemy enraged him, as it was clear he enjoyed laughing down his nose at everyone with such a foppish ruse.
"Well, we'll soon fix that, won't we? He who laughs last . . ."
Eddie smiled and considered the next step of his plan. Now that he had broken Zatanna and all of her magic was at his disposal, a second, subtle step was needed to prevent any potential problems. Once she had dressed herself to impress him and he'd enjoyed the fruits of his labors, he'd ask his adoring slave to use her magic again, this time . . .