Treble Clef munched on a donut, staring at the monitor in front of her. It was a Tuesday, and as tradition, she found herself hyper focused on a singular room.

Today’s featured a mare kneeling before another mare. The mare who was obviously doming paced back and forth, giving instructions for a scene that was about to unfold, laying down the groundwork and safewords like any good dom should.

What had Treble’s interest, however, was the fetish the scene was focused around. These two were going to be experimenting with hypnosis, a field which Treble believed to be a massive crock of shit. Still, the two of them were hot so she watched.

Finally, the dom stepped away from her sub and levitated over a modest-sized black and white disk.

Treble stared at this disk, examining it through the camera. The mare began to slowly spin it, the white and black melding together in a strangely enticing blur.

“Stare at the disk, my pet,” the dom ordered, her tone level.

Treble smirked.

Does she honestly think this is going to work?

“Look into the disk and allow it to sway you.”

Biggest crock of shit in the world.

“By the time I count to three you will be fully under my control.”

Yeah, whatever.

The sub nodded and Treble along with her.

Wait, why did she just nod?

“One.”

Her head started to feel weird.

“Two.”

Wait was this actually going to…

“Three.”

And just like that Treble couldn’t look away, her gaze growing vacant and far. She didn’t have permission to look away. Her Mistress hadn’t dictated that yet.

“Tell me what a little slut you are,” the dom said through her headphones.

“I’m a little slut,” Treble and the pet said at once.

Bountiful Harvest looked over from their console. “Treble, are you okay?”

She didn’t respond.

“Equestria to Treble, Equestria to Treble, over.”

Still nothing.

Bountiful grumbled under their breath. “What the hell is going on?”

They got up and walked over to Treble’s monitor, looking at the video playing.

Now, this is where they made one very unfortunate mistake. They unplugged Treble’s headset while the wheel was still turning.

“Look at the wheel and realize that you are fully under my control,” a domineering voice instructed.

Bountiful’s gaze grew vacant.

“I am fully under your control,” Treble and Bountiful mumbled in unison.

Windy Cyclone grumbled under her breath, fiddling with the keycard to the control room. Her meeting with the board of directors had been a massive fucking pain in the ass, as usual. However, she had managed to get through it relatively unscathed.

As she entered the office, she noticed that all four of her employees were gathered around Treble’s monitor, all staring vacantly at it.

“You guys alright?” she asked.

No response.

“Hello?”

“You are a dirty little slut,” a voice said, bleeding into the room from the monitor.

“I am a dirty little slut,” four voices chanted in unison, their tone deadened, vacant, and sounding far away.

“Oh, son of a bitch,” Windy mumbled under her breath.

She sighed loudly and picked up the phone on the wall, punching in a number.

It rang once, twice, and thrice before somepony picked up.

“Heartshine’s Office,” a cheery pegasus answered.

“Hey Heartshine,” Windy grumbled. “I need you to come down to the Control Room, my staff just got uh… hypnotized.”

A pause on the line.

“Heartshine?”

The sigh of a dozen years of bad decisions leaked through the line. “Yeah yeah, I’m coming down. Please tell me that they’re at least decent?”

“More or less.”

“Daffodil,” the monitor said.

Four ponies climaxed at once.

Windy facehoofed. “Actually, scratch that. Fucking hell, I need to call housekeeping.” She sighed. “Just… please get down here quick.”

Author's Notes:

Hope you enjoyed the token Heartshine chapter :P

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