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It's the first thing you think when you look at the picture Zooey has presented to you.

It's a sweet looking girl, sitting up straight on her knees looking into the camera. She wears an underbust corset, exposing her tiny little breasts and tiny pink nipples. Around her neck is a leather collar and leash. Her face is pierced on the eyebrow, and her body is smooth and soft, except for a thick gob of cum sitting on her face.

"This is your image?" You ask, the small part of your brain that's still stuck in reality breaking through. Immediately you regret it, thinking you should be more dom, more insistent. Of course this is her image.

"Of course that's my image." She answers. "It's not sweet anymore is it? Is it too ****? She asks giving you the perfect opening.

"No it's not." you say, your inner pervert making it's way through. "Actually it's a little tame. But it's a fine start." And you grab a leather corset off the rack, and a leash too, and throw in the fishnet stockings in your hands, tossing them all at Zooey. "Changing room is around back. Let's see it." She disappears.

The next five minutes are an unbearable wait. Your mind races through everything that's happened this evening. Zooey and the lingerie and the new look and the leather and the ****. The more you think about it, the more ridiculous it all seems. The more you realize you're about to see something amazing walk out of the back room, something you helped create.

You're still not sure this isn't a dream.

And as much as you expect to see something amazing, when Zooey returns it surpasses even your most fervent horny thought. It is probably the hottest thing you've ever laid eyes upon.

Zooey, her doe eyes still peeking out under her bangs, still very much looking like herself, returns to your view, her slender body squeezed into her leather corset, propping up her exposed pale b-cup breasts, her nipples surprisingly big and dark. You follow the line of her pale chest up to her long neck, gripped nicely by a leather collar with metal studs on it and a leash that she holds out to you with a smile. At some point she must have found a stick of deep black lipstick and applied it to her lips.

And you'd take it if you weren't done staring at the rest of her. The fishnet stockings you gave her work their way up her long shapely legs, stopping a few inches above the knee, framing her amazing, exposed, curly brown bush.

At first you weren't sure if Zooey would go through with the outfit, or if she'd try it on over her clothes or at least over her underwear. You had begun to doubt that she'd expose herself to you completely.

But now it was clear that Zooey was all in. You take the leash from Zooey's hand, still looking her up and down, your eyes not knowing how to lock on all her amazing flawless parts at once. Those perky breasts, that curly pussy.

"How'd I do?" She asks, and the return of her voice and inflection suddenly reminds you that this is the same girl you'd been dealing with all night, even the same girl you'd lusted after seeing her on TV and in movies. The same girl.

You glance at the picture in the magazine. Your dom instincts return and you pull the leash, yanking Zooey toward you a bit. "Something still isn't quite right" you say, holding up the picture to Zooey. "Do you see?"