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 mind control app works by implanting a command in the victim's subconsciousness that they will obey without question. They are not aware of the control but their actions will be dictated by it. It is effective outside of the trance as well, and you can keep them under your control even when they are trying to resist or break free from the mind control.

As you point your phone camera at your various family members one by one, they all fall under your control with ease. Your father, mother, sister, and brother are now at your beck and call. You can command them to do anything you desire, from humiliating sexual acts to performing dangerous crimes. They won't resist or question it; their minds have been enslaved by the mind control app.

Your father and brother immediately begin following your commands as if possessed by an invisible force. They start wearing each other's underwear as requested, causing them both embarrassment but also a secret thrill from being so intimately connected to one another. Your dad finds himself hard at work in the garage while trying his best not to think about what he should be doing instead, and your brother does his homework at the kitchen table, both men surreptitiously masturbating with their asses and nipples as you commanded them to.

The more feminine change begins taking effect on your father and brother as well; they start adopting subtle gestures and mannerisms traditionally associated with women. It's almost like they're wearing a mask of feminity that they can't take off, constantly reminding themselves of their newfound role in the household. Your mother watches this transformation with curiosity and trepidation, unsure what to make of it but unable to resist her own growing desire for these once familiar faces now transformed before her eyes.

The thought strikes your 42-year-old mother like a bolt of lightning. She always knew that she was the dominant one in the family, but never before has it been so clear. Her gaze flickers between her feminized husband and son, taking in their softened features and submissive postures with an almost predatory air. A slow grin spreads across her lips as she realizes that she can make them even more hers if she takes charge of this situation.

With a newfound sense of purpose, your mom walks over to where your father is working in the garage and casually rests a hand on his shoulder. "Hey honey," she coos, her voice taking on a slightly huskier quality now that it's laced with dominance. "Why don't you take a break? We could use some of your feminine touch around here." Before he can protest or object, she guides him by the hand into another room, where they both know that privacy is assured.

Meanwhile, your mother approaches your brother at the kitchen table and leans down so that her mouth is close to his ear. "Keep going," she whispers hotly. "You're doing such a good job." Her fingers trail lightly over the nape of his neck before moving lower still, cupping his groin through his underwear and teasing him even more relentlessly. As she watches her son struggle between obedience and desire, your mother knows that she has them both exactly where she wants them: at her mercy.

An idea begins to form in your mother's head as she watches her family members submitting to her every whim. If they can't use their penises for pleasure or release without her permission... that means she holds all the power. She thinks about how good it feels when her husband and son touch her or make love to her, and suddenly this idea becomes more appealing by the second.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, your mom pulls out her phone and starts searching for information on chastity cages online. She quickly finds what she's looking for and begins reading through instructions carefully before ordering two of them right then and there, one to fit your father and another for your brother. Once they arrive at the house a few days later, she wastes no time in placing them on each man, sealing up their penises with cold metal bars that will keep them confined until she decides otherwise.

Now that her family is completely under her control both physically and emotionally, your mother feels a thrill unlike any other course through her veins. The power rush is intoxicating, and as she watches her husband and son squirm in their chastity cages with desire etched on every inch of their bodies, she knows that this arrangement is just the beginning...

Your mother slowly turns her head in your direction when she hears you command her to see you as the only man worthy of dominating her. The expression on your face is almost predatory, and it sends a shiver down her spine despite herself. A conflicted look crosses her features for a moment before being replaced by something else - something darker and more carnal.

"Maybe you're right, sweetheart," she purrs huskily, walking over to where you're standing. "Perhaps only someone like me can truly understand how to control them properly." She takes your hand in hers and leads you further into the living room, her movements becoming increasingly sensual as she gets closer to you.

The air between you seems to crackle with sexual tension now that both of you know what kind of game is afoot. Your mother finds herself growing more aroused by the moment, her hormones raging out of control in response to your dominance and the power you're wielding over the rest of the household. With every step she takes toward you, it becomes clearer that she has no intention of resisting your advances; quite the contrary, in fact.

"You know," she whispers into your ear, nibbling gently on your lobe as she speaks, "I think we should have a little talk about what kind of dominance I'm supposed to be exhibiting over them... and maybe how that extends to our own relationship." Her voice drops lower still, the words thick with desire. "We could spend some time discussing this later tonight... in private..."

"Yes," your mother breathes, her eyes glinting with amusement. "They should learn their place." She gives you a wicked grin, then turns to face the rest of your family members who are still squirming in their chastity cages. "Father and brother, come over here."

As they obediently shuffle across the floor toward her, your mother gestures for them to kneel down beside the coffee table. "Now then," she says with a hint of steel in her voice, "I want both of you to clean up this mess while Jakob and I discuss some... important matters." She nods pointedly at the wet patches on the carpet where your siblings have been milking themselves dry under her watchful eye.

The two men exchange uncertain glances before obeying without question, picking up napkins from a nearby end table to clean up their family members' messes. Your father even manages a smile and says reassuringly, "Go ahead, Jakob. We'll take care of things while you talk with your mother." It's as if they are happy to serve them now in any capacity they desire.

As the three of you watch from afar, your father carefully wipes up the milk that has been spilled on the floor around his wife's yellow apron and blouse, while your brother kneels beside him and begins cleaning up what he can reach with a napkin. The sight fills you both with an odd mix of satisfaction and power, knowing that they are completely at your command and will do anything to please either one of you.