Bunny has an ep... epiphan... a good idea

You continue to pathetically thrust your ample hips as the two of you whimper and mewl together.

You can feel the pleasure building in your wet, needy snatch as you stare longingly into Hunny's half closed eyes.

"S-so close..." she murmurs as you feel (and smell) her dribbling juices as they drip onto your own plush thighs.

She looks so happy. So... content. Your thrusting gets slower and more erratic as the few remaining gears in your head slowly start to turn.

You furrow your brow in growing anger and frustration, causing your beautiful, feminine face to contort into an adorable pout.

Why are you doing all the work?

You stop thrusting entirely, causing Hunny to whimper as you deny her the release she craves.

Why does she get to have all the fun?

"P-please mistress... let your slutty **** cum!" Hunny begs as she looks you straight in your pretty eyes.

You push her off your strap-on, the sound of her massive, naked ass wetly slapping on the stone echoes through the room.

"You... you tricked me!" You angrily snap at her.

Hunny looks at you with hurt and confusion in her eyes.

"Huh?" She asks as her voice starts to crack.

"Good girls don't give orders!" You huff as the geas you are under continues to subtly rearrange your thoughts.

If you still had your old intellect, you'd realize your mind (or what was left of it) was being influenced by the curses you're under.

Too bad you're just, like, a dumb, horny bimbo now.

You shake your head in confusion, causing your long, lovely blonde locks to sensually shake and partially cover your face.

No, that's what you're supposed to be! Dumb, horny bimbos are, like, the bestest!

You feel your wet, needy, pussy quiver in agreement as a moan escapes your plump, dick-sucking lips.

"They're like, supposed to follow them... and like... stuff?" You say, as your newly diminished mind with its much weaker resistance fails to stop the changes to your thought process.

"Yeah," Hunny eagerly nods. "Good girls do what they're told."

She puffs her impressive chest out at you and beams with pride. After all, she's followed every order you've given her.

"I'mma good girl," she coos, smiling from ear to ear.

You frown again as you look at her. Collared, tied up, completely at the mercy of others...

Then you look at yourself; you... you've got clothes on (well, relatively speaking)!

You feel an immense wave of shame wash over you as you review your skimpy outfit. Your tits aren't even exposed! And that strap-on sticking out of your pussy? How are you supposed to let a man fuck you with that in there?!

You face turns crimson. Gods! How could you, like, be so stupid?

"I... I'm a good girl too!" You quickly insist.

"I'm gooder. Mistress..." Hunny smugly declares. "I followed every order!"

Shit. She's right. How could you let her trick you into dominating her?! You make a mental note to not let her let you get the upper hand again.

You have to correct this. You have to prove you are like, the goodest girl, ever!

You yank the the Ribbon of Many Raiments out of your hair, causing your embarrassingly conservative bikini outfit along with Hunny's *perfect* **** girl accessories to evaporate in an instant, leaving the two of you naked once more.

Your pussy twitches in disappointment as your dildo goes away, although your clit and nipples throb as the cool dungeon air caresses them once more, making them painfully erect.

You moan at the sensation, clearly it is your reward for getting rid of those decidedly un-good-girly clothes you were wearing.

"Here," you say, as you willingly try to surrender your magic item to your rival. "You should have this."

Hunny eagerly gets up and is about to take it from you when she has a thought of her own. Thinking is clearly not her strong suit any more, just like you.

She looks at it, and then you, then at it again. Her old self and his desire to take hold of any advantage duels with her new self... and loses.

"How come?" She finally asks as she squints her eyes and looks at you with suspicion. It's honestly a very cute look.

Your newly trusting nature prompts you to immediately tell her the truth.

"So you can use it to order me around and fuck me!" You eagerly declare.

"Okay!" Hunny smiles.

She starts to put it in her hair, then stops.

"Wait," she says as she lowers her arms. "If I do that, who will order me around?"

You frown. She's got you there.

"You put it on," she says as she pushes the magic item back towards you.

"You put it on," you insist as you push it towards her again.

"No, you," Hunny growls as she refuses to accept valuable ribbon.

"No you!" You shout as you push it away.

"I'm the gooder girl!" Hunny yells.

"Nu-uh!" You retort. "I am! And I'll prove it!"