For Bellas Own Good

"It's for your own good," Lucilla murmured between kisses, and Bella believed her. Her mind was too fuzzy, too blank and befuddled by the onslaught of orgasmic bliss to disbelieve what Lucilla told her as she ploughed Bella's cunt with a royal purple strap-on until the hypnotized blonde's eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure.

She didn't question Lucilla's smooth, calm, irrefutably commanding voice any more than she questioned the need to spread her legs and welcome the thick shaft into her slick and needy hole. Those kinds of thoughts had melted away long ago, well before her clothes had come off and her eyelids had fluttered shut and she'd opened her mind and body to Lucilla's loving control.

But Lucilla loved to reinforce her programming anyway. "If I didn't fuck you," she whispered, her breath tickling the sensitive skin of Bella's throat, "then someone else would. Someone who knows how weak and susceptible you are to the powerful need building up inside that slutty cunt of yours. It's more than a little obvious, sweetie. I've known for a long time that you couldn't possibly resist opening up those pretty thighs and giving up your pussy to me. And if I can tell, everyone can tell. You couldn't go a day without begging someone to fuck you, could you?" Bella whimpered in assent.

She couldn't figure out whether she was supposed to say yes or no, not with all those confusing clauses, so she settled on a moan and let her body make her agreement clear.

"No, of course you couldn't," Lucilla growled, her hips rolling back and forth, pounding Bella's cunt with thrust after rhythmic thrust as she fucked all the blonde's resistance away. "You'd be down on your knees for the first person who gave you a commanding look, desperate to have your will and your mind and your resistance melted down until it leaked right the fuck out of your horny pussy. And once they got their hooks into you... oh, who knows what they might do to you. They might fuck you until you were stupid with lust, until you had to agree with everything they said because you didn't have any thoughts of your own." Bella nodded, her breath escaping in panting gasps now.

She wasn't really understanding the words, only the soothing tone and the repetitive smack of the harness against her slick labia. But agreement came naturally to her now.

"And when you were really dumb and horny, when you'd been fucked and hypnotized so many times you didn't even know what resistance was anymore... Those evil, twisted mind controllers might try to convince you it was all for your own good. Because you wouldn't know what to do with freedom and independence anyway. Isn't that right, sweetie pie?"

Bella's mouth opened, her jaw hanging slack with confusion as she tried to parse out the impossibly big words like 'independence' and 'resistance'. Finally defeated, she nodded in vacant bliss and humped her owner's silicone cock until the memory of bewilderment left her mind and only pleasure remained.

"That's my good girl," Lucilla purred, her smile wide and bright and wicked. "That's my very good little fucktoy! I'm so proud of you for figuring it all out." Bella didn't know what she'd figured out, but she knew she was cumming again. And to her small, simple mind, that was all that mattered.

She clenched hard around the purple shaft and let her next orgasm wipe her consciousness away. Moments after her last orgasm faded along with her consciousness, they laid on the bed together with Lucilla's silicone cock still buried deep inside her which she slowly withdrew as she kissed her new fucktoy's neck as a sign of love.

Letting her new fucktoy rest for a few minutes, Lucilla admired her latest conquest in her beautiful naked form with her tanned ass to the little bush that she kept neat and below that her wet glistening mound. But above all she loved the scent of coconut bodywash.

She brushed her hair as Bella slept, wondering what she was dreaming about.

As Bella rested, Lucilla carefully stepped off the bed and removed the harness that the cock was in and placed it onto the side table and then silently opened the drawer and pulled out the leather collar she'd bought earlier that day and placed the padlock on the side table.

She turned and put the leather collar around her neck then with a silent 'click' the padlock was in place. And from now on, Bella belonged to her and no one else. She would soon learn as she came around from her orgasmic kaleidoscope to her new mistress sitting next to her...