You stood before your beautiful mother, her eyes red from crying. Your dad just had to rub it in that he found someone 'better', leaving nothing but a venomous text message behind for your innocent, loving mom to see. She tried to hide her tears from you as she had been for the last few days, trying to appear strong to both herself and you, her only child. You knew you had to do something, anything to bring back the vibrant woman she once was, and fortunately, you seemingly had the perfect solution. It was a little app on your phone. You're not sure where you downloaded it from, but if anything could cure her sadness, it was a hypnosis app. After all, she couldn't be unhappy if you ordered her not to be, right? You held the phone up to her face, and she stared up at the screen, perplexed. Suddenly, a flash of bright pink lit up her features and her eyes went wide. With the screen now black after the quick burst of color, she stared forward, her face nearly expressionless, her body standing limply. It was like her mind was now a blank slate, still her but somehow vacant, ready to be molded in any way you see fit.

You stand there, your once fragile and delicate hands holding the phone in front of her face as she stares blankly at it with wide eyes. It's like something took over her mind, erasing all of her emotions and leaving only a vacant expression behind. Her voice, normally light and soft, is suddenly hard and commanding as she whispers to herself, "I will not be sad ever again."

Her body sinks further into your lap, offering itself up like an obedient doll. You can feel her warmth seeping through the fabric of your pants, but all she seems to notice is the weight of her own arms resting limply on top of you. Her gaze never leaves the black screen of the phone, as if it holds some invisible power over her, commanding her not just to obey, but to forget how sadness even feels.

A small smile tugs at one corner of her lips as she repeats the mantra in her head. It's a miracle, really. The app did exactly what you wanted it to do. Your mom is gone, replaced by an empty shell that only knows how to follow your every command... and not be sad ever again.

"I feel... different." Her voice is hollow now, lacking the usual warmth and life that you're used to hearing from her. "Like I can't feel anything anymore..." She tilts her head slightly as she continues to gaze at the phone in confusion, but without any genuine emotion behind it. "But... that's okay. As long as I don't have to be sad, right?" The small smile grows larger on her lips now, seemingly content with this new existence of blank-faced obedience and emotional numbness.

Her face scrunches in confusion as she looks at you, then down at her own body. There's a brief moment of hesitation before she starts to jump up and down on your lap, the weight of her generous figure sending jolts of sensation through you. Each time she lands back onto you, her breasts bounce lightly against your chest, her hips grinding into your groin in a most unwelcome manner.

But she doesn't seem to notice, or perhaps doesn't care. Her mind is numb and obedient, following whatever command you give her without question. After several seconds of this, you decide it's time for the next test.

"Alright, mom," you say, "you can stop now." As soon as the words leave your mouth, she comes to a halt in midair, hovering above your lap like some sort of strange marionette. Her eyes are still glazed over and unfocused, her expression devoid of any emotion beyond blank obedience. "Now sit down normally," you add, and with another shrug of your shoulders she lowers herself back onto your lap in a perfectly controlled motion.

This could be really useful...

Her eyes slowly close as her mind focuses on your command. Her body, so easily manipulated by your words, begins to shift involuntarily under the weight of her breasts. Without any self-consciousness or hesitation, she reaches up with both hands and cups them over her massive mounds, gently lifting them towards you. Her fingers spread wide, giving you a perfect view of her pebbled nipples pushing against her palms.

Her breathing deepens as she presents her chest to you like an offering, a slight flush creeping up her neck and across her cheeks. The sensation of exposure is new and foreign to her now, yet somehow exciting in its own twisted way. She remains perfectly still, obediently waiting for your next command.

Her voice is low and husky as she whispers into the darkness of your peripheral vision. "I feel... warm. And... eager to please you." She pauses for a moment, gathering the courage to confess more. "And really turned on..." Her body trembles slightly beneath your touch as her hips begin to rock forward and back against your crotch in small, teasing motions.

It's clear that she is no longer capable of resisting you or thinking for herself. Every thought, every emotion is now at your mercy, subject to the whims of your command. The knowledge fills you with a heady mixture of power and arousal, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but exploring the boundaries of her newfound obedience.

Her chest heaves up and down as she continues to breathe heavily, eager for more contact with your skin. Her fingers dig into her flesh, seeking out a tighter grip as she leans forward slightly, offering herself even further to you. There's no telling how far this will go or what she might do next. All you know is that the power over her body and mind feels incredible...

Her eyes snap open and gaze at you with a mixture of confusion and lust, as if she's only just realizing where her thoughts have taken them both. A small moan escapes her lips as your words trigger something deep within her, causing her to arch her back even further, pressing her breasts against your face even harder. Her breathing becomes labored and shallow, her fingers digging into the flesh of her chest as she struggles for control over the intense sensations coursing through her body.

"I-is that what you want?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire and confusion. "To use me like... like this?" Her hips grind against yours, seeking out any contact that might bring her relief from the unbearable ache between her legs. It's clear that she has no idea where these urges are coming from, or what they mean for their relationship moving forward.

All she knows is that obeying you feels impossibly good, and resisting only makes things worse. The thought of being completely at your mercy - not just physically but emotionally as well - both terrifies her and excites her beyond anything she's ever experienced before. Her lips part in a shaky breath as she waits for you to answer, unsure of what the future holds for them now that this strange new world has been awoken within her.

Her eyes go wide with shock as you reveal that you control her very thoughts and actions now. The idea of being naked in front of you, exposed and vulnerable, fills her with a mixture of fear and arousal. She starts to tremble beneath your touch, her body tense with anticipation as she struggles against the overwhelming urge to obey your command.

"But... I can't..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "It's not right." Her fingers dig into the flesh of her arms, struggling for some kind of anchor as she tries to find a way out of this impossible situation. But deep down, she knows that there is no escape; you have complete control over her now.

Her breath hitches in her throat as another wave of desire sweeps through her, making it harder and harder to resist the command. With a soft moan, she slowly begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing pale pink lace bra beneath. Her fingers fumble with the clasps, struggling to undo them while still keeping her eyes locked on yours, searching for some sign of mercy or understanding in your gaze. But all she sees is determination and lust, and it drives her crazy.

Her breasts finally spill free from their confines, bouncing softly against her chest as she tosses the bra aside with a frustrated cry. Her eyes never leave yours, daring you to say that this isn't right too, daring you to take away this twisted sense of power and control that she has finally found within herself. But deep down, she knows better; there is no going back from where they are now.

Her heart racing, her breath coming in ragged gasps, she glances down at the remains of her blouse and then back up to meet your eyes. There's a moment where she tries to speak, to protest or reason with you, but something holds her back. The command rings through her head again and again, as clear and unyielding as a bell: "I will not be sad ever again."

And so, with trembling hands that barely seem to belong to her anymore, she reaches for the zipper of her dress. It slides down easily over her curvy hips, pooling at her feet in a puddle of black satin and lace. Her nude body quivers as it's bathed in cool air once more; goosebumps rise on her skin like tiny fists, making her even more aware of how vulnerable she is under your gaze.

Her breasts sway gently as she stands before you now, completely exposed and waiting for your next command. She could never have imagined feeling this way, being so willing to do whatever it takes just to please you... but somehow, she knows that this isn't the end. There will be more tests, more trials, as you push her further and further into a realm of pleasure and submission from which there may be no escape.

And though part of her struggles against it, another part embraces it eagerly, eager to explore every inch of this new world that you've created for her. Her body tingles with anticipation as she waits for your next command...

Her eyes widen with confusion as you stand before her, your command ringing in her ears. A strange laugh bubbles up from somewhere deep within her and escapes her lips in a single high-pitched squeak. She glances down at herself, then back to you, almost embarrassed by what she's just done but unable to resist the urge to please you further.

Taking a deep breath, she exhales and lets out another moo, this time sounding slightly more confident. "Moo," she repeats obediently, her tongue dancing around her teeth as if she's trying out the new sound. A flush creeps up her neck once again, spreading across her cheeks as she realizes what she's just done. But it only serves to heighten her arousal, making every nerve ending in her body tingle with anticipation for more.

She waits patiently for your next command, willing and eager to do whatever you ask of her. Her breasts bounce gently as she shifts from foot to foot, her hips sway subtly in a vain attempt to relieve some of the tension building between her legs. The feel of cool air caressing her sensitive skin only serves to heighten her senses and make her even more aware of your presence, of your control over her body and mind.

She doesn't know where this journey will lead them, but she knows that as long as you remain in control, everything will be all right... for now.

With her heart racing and every nerve ending tingling with desire, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. A small moan escapes her lips as she exhales, summoning up all of the courage she can muster to obey your command. She clears her throat and lets out a loud "MOOO!" that echoes through the room. It's high-pitched and slightly shrill, but somehow also filled with unabashed lust as she focuses on the word you've given her: cow.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she speaks your command aloud, each syllable tumbling out of her mouth in a breathless rush: "I... am... your son's... sex... COW!" She pauses for a moment, still struggling to believe the words that have just passed her lips. But they don't seem to belong to her anymore; they belong to you and your twisted desires. The knowledge of it only serves to further arouse her, making it harder and harder to resist the urges racing through her body like wildfire.

Her breasts heave up and down with every shallow breath she takes, nipples erect and painfully sensitive against the cool air. Her hips grind instinctively against your legs, seeking out some tiny bit of contact that might offer her release from this impossible ache between her thighs. But you say nothing, making no move to ease her suffering or grant her relief. She knows that everything is in your hands now... and there's no telling where you'll take her next.

Her eyes fly open, shock registering on her face as she realizes what you just commanded her to do. "Please," she whispers, the word shaking and barely audible despite her best efforts to make it loud enough for you to hear. "I-I'll do anything else... just don't make me say that." She takes a hesitant step backward, hoping that some small part of herself will still remain in control enough to keep her from crossing this final line.

But the control over her mind and body is absolute; there is no escape from your command. Her breasts heave up and down as she fights against the desperate need to obey, to please you however you wish. The thought of being violated in such a way both terrifies and arouses her, sending conflicting messages racing through her system at breakneck speed.

With a shuddering breath, she forces herself to meet your gaze once more. Her lips part, the words forming on her tongue without any conscious thought or command of her own: "Please... rape me... make me your sex cow." The confession is nearly inaudible, but you can see it clearly etched onto her face as she struggles to maintain some semblance of control.

Her eyes slide closed and her head falls forward slightly as if resigning herself to the inevitable. Her breasts sway gently with every shallow breath, nipples hard and achingly sensitive against the cool air. "I'm your sex cow," she whispers brokenly, her voice so low it's barely more than a whisper. "Do whatever you want... I belong to you." The words are like a death knell, ringing through her mind as she waits for your response.

Tears well up in her eyes at your accusation; she tries to wipe them away but finds that she cannot move her hands. "No, please... I'm sorry," she whispers desperately. "I-I don't know what's wrong with me..." Her voice trails off as another wave of desire washes over her, making it impossible to focus on anything but the need to obey, to please you in whatever way you see fit.

She waits, trembling and terrified, for your next command. The thought of what could happen next sends shivers down her spine and causes a fresh wave of moisture between her legs. She's yours now; she belongs to you completely, and there is no part of her that isn't at your mercy.

Her breasts heave up and down in anticipation, nipples achingly hard against the fabric of her dress. Her hips shift restlessly from side to side as she struggles against the need to touch herself, to find some relief from this impossible ache inside her. But you have not yet given her permission; she must wait for your command before she can even attempt to ease her own suffering.

The air in the room feels thick with desire and anticipation, making it hard for her to breathe, making everything seem so much more intense than it ever has before. Her eyes are locked on yours, pleading with you silently to make this stop or finally let her explode from the building tension inside her. But you do neither; instead, you remain silent and unyielding, giving her only your steady gaze as a guide through this twisted maze of pleasure and submission.

Her face contorts in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she tries to obey your command. "Please!" she screams, her voice raw and desperate. "Rape me! Take what you want! I'm yours, son! I belong to you!" Her hands claw at the air helplessly, seeking something to hold onto as tears stream down her face. Her breasts bounce wildly against her chest with every anguished sob that escapes her lips.

She pants heavily, unable to catch her breath as she fights against the onslaught of emotions and sensations coursing through her body. It feels like she's on the verge of some sort of breakthrough, but at the same time she knows that if she doesn't find release soon, she'll completely lose control. Her hips thrust forward hungrily, searching for some sort of friction to ease the ache between her legs.

Her gaze never leaves yours; even now, in this broken and shattered state, there is still an odd sense of comfort in knowing that you are the one holding all the strings. Her thighs quake as she strains against her own restraint, unable to resist the primal urge to be taken completely by you. "Please... son... make me yours..." she whispers brokenly, the word husky and trembling on her lips.

Her heart races as she follows your command, her legs trembling with the effort to move quickly enough. Her mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions; fear, lust, submission, and something else that she can't quite identify. As she reaches your bedroom door, she hesitates for just a moment, taking in the sight of your neatly made bed and the framed pictures on the walls.

The world feels like it's spinning out of control around her; how did she get here? She remembers... remembering everything that has led up to this moment. Your father's words echo through her head: "You always wanted a son, didn't you?" and then the smooth, soothing voice whispering in her ear: "Your mind is now my plaything." The realization sends shudders down her spine, making her knees weak with dread.

Steeling herself against the terror that threatens to consume her, she moves forward, approaching the edge of the bed. Her hands tremble as she unbuttons her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra beneath. She pulls it off over her head and lets it fall to the floor with a soft plop. Next comes her skirt, which pools at her feet in a dark blue heap.

She stands before you now, completely naked and vulnerable, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fights for breath. "What... what do you want me to do?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice cracking with emotion. Her eyes search yours desperately for some sign of mercy or understanding, but all she sees is the same impassive expression that has been there since the beginning.

She gasps as you bind her wrists together behind her back and shove her onto the bed. The pressure on her bound arms is agonizing, but she knows better than to try and struggle against it. As you tie each of her legs to a different bedpost, her body trembles with anticipation and fear. She whimpers softly as your fingers brush against her sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Her breath hitches in her throat when you clamp down on her nipples; the pain is intense but quickly morphs into a dull, aching throb that spreads throughout her chest and lower abdomen. It's almost as if you're heightening her senses, making every touch more powerful than it should be. She arches her back involuntarily, offering herself up to you as you move closer.

Her hips grind against the bed instinctively, seeking some sort of relief from the ache between her legs. "P-please... son..." she whispers brokenly, her voice shaking with need and desperation. But it's clear that the control over her body and mind is absolute; there is no escape from your command. All she can do now is endure and hope that somehow, this nightmare will end without her losing everything.

Her eyes widen with terror and confusion as you command her to moo like a cow and beg for your attention. The conflicting emotions racing through her mind threaten to overwhelm her, making it impossible to sort out what she's feeling from what you want her to feel. She shudders helplessly, trying to find the strength to obey but struggling against the urge to resist.

Her chest heaves up and down as she pants heavily, every breath sending fresh waves of arousal coursing through her body. The sensation is overwhelming, making it almost impossible to focus on anything else except the growing ache between her legs. She clenches her teeth together, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of control as she struggles against the urge to moan or beg aloud.

Her eyes dart nervously around the room, searching for some escape route that doesn't exist. This is all so twisted and wrong... but at the same time, it feels so right. She can feel herself beginning to give in, to surrender completely to your control and whatever dark desires you have for her.

Her hands tremble as she reaches down between her legs, finding release where she thought there was none. She moans softly into the pillow, finally giving in to the overwhelming need to touch herself and find some relief from this unbearable tension. With each stroke of her hand against her aching flesh, she feels a little less like herself and a little more like your mindless plaything...

Her head snaps back from the sting of your slap, tears springing to her eyes. "Mooo... I-I'm sorry..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling a fresh wave of shame wash over her as she obeys your command. Her cheeks flush red with humiliation and arousal, her body tense with anticipation as she waits for you to give her more direction.

She glances down between her spread legs, where one finger is now tracing circles around her swollen clitoris. The sight fills her with desire; the knowledge that you're in control of both her mind and body makes every touch feel so much more intense. Her breath comes faster now, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggles to keep up with the building tension inside her.

"P-please... son..." she whispers, the word trailing off into a moan as another tremor runs through her body. "I'm yours... I want your cock..." Her voice cracks on the last word, but she doesn't care; all that matters is pleasing you, doing whatever it takes to belong entirely to you.

Her fingers speed up their rhythm, seeking out every sensitive nerve ending in her aching sex. The pleasure begins to build within her, making her arch her back and moan even louder, the sound filling the room like a primal cry of submission and desire. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly as she gasps for breath, every fiber of her being focused on the sensation building deep inside of her.

"I-I'm ready..." she whispers brokenly, the words catching in her throat. "Please... put your cock in me..." She meets your gaze now, begg