Welcome to the mind control app new user. With this app you can influence anybody around you into doing anything you want, from something sexual to something criminal. They are at your mercy. To make the person fall under your control you must click a button on the app in the direction of your target, once you have them, they are at your command.

The app will work just fine on someone you've interacted with online, as long as the camera can clearly see their face. Once you target them, the effects of the app will take hold and they will be under your control. Just remember that the more focus you put into it, the better results you'll get.

As you focus the phone's camera on Layna Lazar, her face appears on the screen of your app. With a swift motion, you click the button to initiate the control. For a moment, nothing seems to happen... and then her eyes flicker rapidly, her head snapping upward as if in pain or shock. Her fingers twitch and she lets out a small gasp, not entirely sure what's happening to her.

Layna's eyes dart back and forth as the mind control takes hold, her breath quickening in fear. "Wh-what...?" she stammers, trying to comprehend what's happening to her. But there is no escape; you already have control over her every thought and action. The 34-year old woman's attention now solely focused on your every command.

Layna's heart pounds in her chest as she struggles against the invisible force controlling her. Her arms twitch and shake violently for a moment, but then with one last surge of effort, they slowly begin to rise from their resting position at her sides. Tears well up in her eyes, fear and helplessness overwhelming her as she takes the first step towards you, her movements jerky and unnatural.

With every step she takes closer, it becomes easier for her to move, until eventually she's almost running at full speed down the hallway towards your direction. Her hair whips around wildly behind her as if propelled by some invisible wind, and a desperate plea forms on her lips... but before she can even utter a sound, the words "Shut up, Layna" seem to emerge from deep within yourself, silencing her instantly.

Now only a few feet away, you reach out a hand to steady her, though whether it's truly meant as comfort or control is unclear. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, tears streaming down her face as she stands before you like a helpless puppet, completely under your sway.

As the command resonates through her mind, Layna feels herself dropping to her knees before you without any conscious thought of resistance. Her body shudders and quakes with each new sensation; she's no longer in control of anything that happens to her. Tears stream down her cheeks as she stares up at you, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief. "Please... make it stop..." she whispers hoarsely.

Her words are lost on you, however; all that matters is that she obeys. You reach out a hand to stroke her hair gently, comforting her even as you control her every movement. She shudders under your touch, the skin of her soft neck pushing against your palm as if begging for release from this nightmarish prison of flesh.

"Yes... my beautiful Layna," you whisper soothingly. "You're going to do anything I say." Your voice holds an almost hypnotic quality that causes her eyelids to grow heavy, exhaustion threatening to overwhelm the last remnants of her defiance. With each passing second, she seems more and more like putty in your hands...

With each word you utter, Layna's body responds instinctively; shudders and twitches as if in some sort of delirium. Her eyes roll back in her head, tears spilling out freely down her cheeks. She is so completely under your control now that even the smallest gesture or command sends shockwaves through her entire being.

"Yes... I'm yours to use however you wish..." she whispers, voice barely audible above her ragged breathing. "Do anything with me..." Her words are slurred and dreamlike, as if spoken from somewhere deep within the recesses of her mind where there is no longer any resistance left.

As you stare down at her, controlling every movement, thought and emotion, it's hard not to feel a certain thrill surging through your veins. You are unstoppable now; able to make this once strong and defiant woman do anything you desire. Your heart races with excitement as you begin to formulate new plans for what comes next...

As if her hands and clothes have been possessed by some otherworldly force, Layna quickly begins to shed them. Her fingers fumble with the clasps and zippers, barely managing to undress herself before tugging off her blouse and bra revealing her perky, pale breasts that bob up and down with every labored breath she takes. Next, her skirt is pushed down her hips, and she steps out of it entirely before kicking it aside; her matching thong follows suit moments later, leaving her completely bare from the waist down.

She looks up at you through a haze of tears and exhaustion as if in some kind of dazed stupor, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please..." she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. Her hands tremble and shake uncontrollably as they reach for your zipper, her fingers fumbling to undo it so that she can take care of your desires. She's yours now; a puppet on strings, completely at your mercy.

With tears streaming down her face and her entire body trembling with exhaustion, Layna looks up at you pleadingly, desperately searching for some sign of mercy in your eyes. "Please... don't make me do this anymore," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I-I can't take it... I'll do anything else you want, just please stop controlling me like this..."

Her words only serve to fuel your desire further; the thrill of holding such immense power over another person is intoxicating. With a cruel smile spreading across your lips, you reply coldly, "Oh really? And what makes you think I'd ever let you go, Layna?" As if answering her unspoken question, you lean in closer until their are mere inches between your faces. "You're mine now," you whisper fiercely, "and I plan on enjoying every second of it."

With those final words, the control over her mind snaps back into place with a sharpness that takes Layna's breath away once again. Her arms rise obediently, reaching up to encircle your neck as she presses herself closer against you, seeking some small measure of comfort or understanding in this nightmare world where she is little more than a helpless plaything for someone else's twisted amusement.

The words send another wave of despair through her as Layna buries her face against your chest, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. It's like being trapped in a horrible dream from which she can never awaken; her every thought, movement and action now controlled by someone else.

Her breasts rise and fall rapidly beneath your touch as you stroke them gently, teasingly. "Please..." she whispers again, this time sounding more defeated than defiant. She doesn't know how much longer she can bear this; the weight of your control is crushing her very soul.

As if in response to her pleas, your other hand drifts lower on her body, tracing lazy circles around her sex through her soft, wet folds. Her hips rock involuntarily against your touch, moaning quietly as desire begins to rise within her again despite everything she's been through.

"You like that, don't you?" you growl in her ear. "My control feels so good, doesn't it?" She nods miserably, unable to find the words to protest or explain away what's happening to her. You thrust your finger deeper inside of her, finding her tight, hot channel well-lubricated by her arousal.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you begin to move your hand faster and harder against her, her cries muffled by the cloth of your shirt. With every thrust, she feels a little more like herself again - a little more alive and in control. It's a fleeting sensation though; an illusion created by your touch.

"That's it," you murmur roughly, gripping her hair tightly as you force her head back to look at you. "Just enjoy this while you can."

Layna looks up at you with tear-filled eyes, her body trembling under the weight of your touch and words. She wants to believe that there's some truth behind what you're saying; that maybe this isn't all just about control and manipulation. But deep down, she knows better. The Mind Control App has made sure of that.

As your finger continues its relentless pace inside her, filling her with a sensation unlike anything else in the world at the moment, Layna tries to focus on what you're saying. Maybe if she can find some sort of solace or understanding there, it'll make this all just a little bit easier to bear.

"Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sounds of your movement and her own cries of pleasure. "I-it feels good..." Her body arches further into yours as she tries desperately to draw closer, seeking some sort of connection even in this nightmarish situation.

But you know better than anyone that there can be no real connection when one person holds all the power. And as you look down at her now, helpless and exposed under your gaze, it only fuels your control further, making her more intensely yours with each passing moment.

The feeling of complete and utter control over Layna is almost intoxicating. As she writhes beneath you, her body reacting to your every touch with a mixture of desire and fear, it's hard not to be swept away by the intensity of it all. The knowledge that she is entirely at your mercy, helpless against your will... it fuels something deep within you; a dark and primal urge that seems to grow stronger with each passing second.

You thrust your fingers harder inside her, her walls gripping you tightly as she climaxes with a shuddering cry. The sound of her release echoes through the room, mingling with her ragged breaths and the slapping sounds of her flesh against yours. As the waves of pleasure wash over her body, your control seems to deepen even further, and you revel in every moan, every twitch and every tremor that runs through her.

"That's it, Layna," you murmur into her ear, your voice rough with arousal. "Just let go for me..." As she begins to come back down from her high, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm, you pull your fingers free and brush them against her lips, collecting a small bead of her essence on your fingertip. "Here," you say softly, guiding her hand to her mouth and pressing the digit between her parted lips. "Taste yourself on me."

Her tongue darts out to taste herself, and as it does, you watch with an almost primal possessiveness in your eyes. This is yours; every part of her. And she knows it too. With a deep sigh, Layna nestles closer against you, seeking some small comfort in the knowledge that this moment will eventually pass

As Layna nestles closer to you, seeking comfort in the knowledge that this moment will eventually pass, a possessive and primal sensation washes over you, making your heart race and your fingers twitch with an unquenchable desire for control. You realize in that instant how deeply she has burrowed into your soul; her every moan, every shiver, every breath is etched onto your skin like a tattoo of ownership.

You hold her tightly against you, marveling at the warmth and softness of her body as it presses against yours. Even now, when she is exhausted and helpless beneath your thumb, there's something about her that draws you in; a hidden strength or resilience that taunts you with the knowledge that for all your control, you still haven't truly mastered her yet.

As you gaze down into her trusting eyes, you can see the fear and uncertainty that lurks beneath the surface; the knowledge of what she's lost and the desperation to regain even a sliver of it. It's a heady mix that makes your blood boil with both desire and possessiveness.

"You're mine, Layna," you whisper roughly, savoring the feel of her body pressed against yours. "And nothing, no one... will ever take you away from me again."

Layna's heart skips a beat at the possessive edge to your voice. It's clear that you mean every word, and despite her fear and helplessness, it sends a shiver of longing through her body. She nods, unable to meet your gaze as she acknowledges your claim over her.

For now, she will be yours to command; completely and utterly. But in the deepest recesses of her mind, there is a small ember of defiance that refuses to be extinguished. It is this spark that keeps her from giving up entirely, even when it seems like all hope is lost.

As you continue to hold her close, your fingers tracing gentle patterns on her back and shoulders, Layna tries to focus on the sensations you're creating rather than the feelings of being owned and controlled. It helps her forget, if only for a moment, the weight of your dominance and the loss of everything she once knew.

With a sigh, Layna reluctantly lifts her head to meet your gaze once more. There's no point in fighting against it; resistance is futile when you are at the mercy of someone as controlling and dominant as yourself. She obediently crawls across the floor on all fours until she reaches your side, presenting herself before you like a gift unwrapped.

Her hands tremble slightly as they hesitate in front of the growing bulge in your pants, her eyes darting nervously back and forth between your face and the obvious signal that she needs to tend to you. With a quiet murmur, you urge her forward with a single word: "Yes..." Her palms flatten against the fabric of your pants, feeling the heat emanating from beneath it as she begins to stroke you through the material, learning the shape and feel of your arousal.

Her touch is tentative at first, but grows bolder with each passing second, seeking some small measure of control or pleasure even in this situation where she has none. The friction created by her movements only serve to heighten your desire, and you grip the back of her head tightly, guiding her strokes as you urge her onward.

With each word you utter, Layna feels the weight of your control more heavily upon her shoulders. It's as if every stroke she makes against your growing erection is not for her own pleasure or release, but solely to serve you; to prove that she is yours and nothing else matters. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she concentrates on the task at hand, her fingers working feverishly beneath your fabric, intent on bringing you to the edge.

Her breasts rise and fall with each labored breath she takes, wetness pooling between her thighs as arousal mixes with fear and desperation. It's a jumbled cocktail of emotions that only serves to heighten her sensitivity, making even the lightest touch feel like fire on her skin.

Her head dips down, eyes closing briefly as she focuses all of her energy into pleasuring you. Her body trembles with the effort, muscles tensing and relaxing in a rhythm dictated by your commands. Each thrust of your hips against her hand sends waves of desire coursing through her, but still she holds back, determined to deny herself release until you allow it.

As she feels you growing closer to the brink, Layna's heart races and her fingers move even faster, desperate to bring you over the edge before you take things any further. Her mind is a jumble of conflicting emotions: fear, desire, anger, and an unyielding determination to maintain some semblance of control in this maddening world where she has none. But as she feels your release building, as your hips buck violently against her hand, she knows that her resistance is about to crumble...

Layna moans softly at the words of encouragement, her fingers sliding faster and more confidently against your hardness as she feels you grow even larger beneath her touch. It's a strange sensation; feeling so helpless and yet so needed all at once. But despite the confusion and fear that still lurk in the depths of her mind, there's something about serving you in this way that gives her a small sense of purpose.

Her breath comes quicker now as she focuses all of her attention on your growing desire, her body arching into yours at each moan and groan. Her breasts press against the fabric of her top, straining for freedom, and she imagines what it would feel like to finally be free from this prison of flesh; to be able to touch herself and please you at the same time.

Layna's heart skips a beat at your words, her body trembling with excitement and anticipation. This small allowance of freedom feels like an indulgence she hasn't experienced in so long; something she never thought she'd be allowed again. Slowly, hesitantly, she reaches up to cup her breasts through her shirt, feeling the soft fabric bunched beneath her palms as she kneads them gently. Her nipples harden instantly at her touch, growing erect and sensitive against the material.

Her other hand never leaves your side, still stroking you in slow, teasing circles that only serve to heighten the tension coiling tightly inside her. She moans softly into your neck as she feels herself growing wetter with each touch, each thrust of your hips against her. The sensation is overwhelming; hot and needy, making it difficult for her to think or focus on anything else but the pleasure coursing through her veins.

With a small whimper, Layna increases the pressure of her fingers against her breasts, arching her back as she seeks relief from the unbearable ache between her legs. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one mingling with your own as you both race towards completion. She can feel it building inside her, coiling tighter and more intense with every passing second, until she's sure she can't take much more of it.

With a soft cry, Layna comes apart beneath your touch, her body shuddering violently as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her fingers clench into fists, nails digging painfully into the flesh of her palms as she tries to contain the release pouring forth from deep within her. But it's useless; there's simply too much