Zatanna couldn't believe that she was doing this. She was never the submissive type. It had to be the collar, forcing her to submit to Mistress's will. Forcing her to worship Mistress's beautiful hairless snatch, to taste her divine juices...
Beautiful? Divine? Snap out of it, she scolded herself. She had to fight this!
Didn't she? She couldn't just give in, right? She needed to... needed to...
She needed to shift just a little closer, and put her hands on Mistress's buttocks, pulling closer still as she stuck her tongue in Mistress's pussy, eagerly searching out more of those yummy juicess.
She knew, in these last moments when she could still struggle, that the juices were making her more docile, corrupting her mind even further, and that if she did not stop soon, it would be too late, and she would belong to Mistress completely.
And she was no longer sure she wanted anything else.