About time for things to get a little steamy!

Felix and Diana entered a room set aside for guests in the base, which had a comfortable looking bed. Sure enough, Felix noticed a few listening devices and a camera in the room. Batman worked fast. Case in point, he and a few others were heading to Felix's place now to install some security measures, as well as the surveilance Batman had insisted on. And when Felix had tried to tell Batman where he lived, Batman had told him that he already knew. He had apparently been digging while the founding members were gathering to meet. Felix wondered what else Batman had dug up on him... and ultimately decided for his own peace of mind, that he didn't want to know.

"So then, Master, would you like to start using me?" Diana asked, even as her legs dissolved back into the multicolored mist tail, completely outside her control, and it reattached to the spout of the lamp, the object currently hanging from the handle by Felix's belt looped through it, though she more voluntarily switched to her harem outfit, grinning behind the veil.

"Um... with this surveillance equipment around? I doubt Batman's already got the AI made, so someone else would have to watch. Even if I'm not going to cross any lines, I don't feel comfortable being watched," Felix protested weakly, and Diana shrugged.

"We can ask J'onn to wipe the memories of whoever views the footage," she assured him. "Once they confirm I'm not being abused, they won't need to remember anything they might masturbate to, that's even assuming they choose someone the show would do anything for to watch us."

Slightly reassured, Felix glanced at her tail. "Why'd you turn your legs back into that tail?" he then asked curiously.

She grinned a bit, and replied, "I didn't. It's completely involuntary. I can only have legs with your permission or command. It's a symbol of a genie's bondage to our lamp. A tail completely and inexorably attached to the object of our enslavement," she added, pointing to the lamp. "What's more, a genie can't move their own lamp. At all. It's like the weight is infinite to us, and us alone. Plus, without access to our pussy, or cock for a male genie, or our assholes... It's basically an ethereal part of our biology, that also serves as a leash and a chastity belt, rolled into one~!" she explained, a lilt to her voice as she ran her hands over the tail, which seemed somehow solid under her own touch.

Her body wriggled in the air in a sultry manner as she caressed her ethereal appendage and thought about her predicament, loving every second of it. With her new ultra submissive personality, she adored her tail and what it represented. She still understood most forms of sex slavery to be highly immoral, but this? A submissive freely offering herself and enjoying being under the control of another? Absolutely nothing wrong with that form of it.

She gazed at Felix, her expression practically screaming, "come hither." And Felix, turned on immensely by her actions and words, decided he was going to take her up on it. Screw the surveillance, he had a sexy, willing **** wanting him to have his way with her right here and now, and if that's what she wanted... Who was he to say no to her?

He closed the distance in a few long strides, and grabbed her wrists, pulling them up to be beside her head with her elbows bent, and walked her back against the wall, pinning her against it. "Oh~!" she crooned, squirming a bit in his grasp, but not putting up any real resistance. "Mmm, yes, that's the assertiveness I want to see..." she purred, before giving a muffled moan as he leaned in and started to kiss her. She returned it passionately, closing her eyes.

As Felix made out with her, his hands wrapped firmly around the bracers over her wrists, he reflected on just how eagerly she was letting him take control. He knew full well he didn't actually have her pinned. If she wanted to, she could easily overpower him, pretty much fold him like his Sunday laundry. Powerwise, he wasn't even an ant compared to her. Yet, she was allowing him to manhandle her, not only without protest, but making it clear that she wanted more. If anything, that made it so much hotter. Her submission was freely, eagerly given, the resulting bliss he was feeling from her due to his power almost overpowering, despite it being only a fraction of her emotion. No wonder she was so happy about being a genie, if that was how she was capable of feeling.

They broke the kiss to catch their breath, and Diana gave him doe eyes as she relaxed fully in his grip, rubbing her chest against his. "Take me, Master..." she begged him, yearning to serve him. "I'm all yours..."