The shimmering colors of the collar intensified, illuminating the room in its arcane light, as the forces it supplied began to funnel into Minuette’s mind. It began to rewrite her, morphing her mind permanently to Anon’s will, shifting her existence to be dedicated to him, to live and thrive as his personal slut. The pleasure of her climax was one thing, but the collar’s magic doing what it was made for pushed Minuette to the brink of ecstasy itself. Each pulse of magic into her mind felt like another miniature orgasm in of itself, and with the final burst of the enchantment funneling into her, a new sense of purpose and bliss swept across her dancing nerves. She felt the warmth of a goal, the knowledge of bearing a foal, and the sheer delight of subservience wading through her every thought.