Madame Musk

Description:

Investigative journalist (Ivy Wilder) and no-nonsense detective (London Evans) arrive at an exclusive massage parlor to investigate disturbing reports—successful, high-powered women entering the establishment and leaving as entirely different people, abandoning their careers to embrace submissive, sensual lives.
The parlor’s enigmatic owner, Madame (Amiee Cambridge) welcomes them with charm and confidence, dismissing their concerns as baseless rumors. She invites the detective to watch surveillance footage on a large TV screen, claiming it will prove her business is legitimate. Meanwhile, she leads the journalist into her private office, offering to answer questions directly.
However, the "surveillance footage" is no evidence at all—it is a carefully designed hypnotic trap. The detective, alone in the waiting room, finds herself drawn into a spiraling, mesmerizing display on the screen. A sultry voice coaxes her to relax, let go, and submit. Despite her best efforts to resist, the detective’s mind slowly unravels, her thoughts replaced by pleasurable obedience. Her body follows, shedding clothing, breathing in her own scent as a final trigger, until she is fully enslaved—horny, mindless, waiting.
Inside the office, the journalist’s interrogation of the Madam grows tense, as the owner hints at her power, teasing the journalist with half-truths and cryptic admissions. When the journalist finally attempts to leave and warn her partner, she finds the door locked. Turning around, she is met with Madam’s bare armpit, pressed suddenly against her face. She gasps, inhaling deeply, and in that moment, everything changes.
The journalist tries to resist, tries to form words, but the overwhelming pheromone-laced scent seeps into her mind, erasing her thoughts, her identity, her will. Her eyelids flutter, her body weakens, and before she even realizes it, she drops to her knees, eyes blank, whispering the only thing that now matters—"How may I serve you, Mistress?"
By the time the Madam reunites them in the waiting room, the detective is already lost--obedient, basking in her scent, completely reprogrammed. The journalist, eager to prove her devotion, joins her in worship, their bodies pressed against their Mistress, adoring her.
As their final indoctrination takes place, the Madam watches them make love to each other, cementing their bond as sisters in servitude. She commands them to abandon their past lives—jobs, lovers, families—so they can serve her fully.
With a satisfied sigh, she reclines and touches herself, basking in the perfection of her new pets.
The screen fades to black as the Madam prepares for the next day—because soon, more women will enter the parlor… and more will leave as devoted, obedient slaves.