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.

You focus your camera on the stunningly sexy African-American woman in the business suit, taking notice of her beautiful black stockings with intricate patterns and large, perky ass cheeks. Her luscious figure catches your eye as she strides purposefully down the sidewalk. With a quick tap of the button on the app, you make her fall under your control.

You continue to focus your attention on the lovely, helpless victim as she squirms under your mental control. Her thick, black stockings adorn her smooth legs like a second skin, and her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she tries futilely to break free from your hold. The warmth of your presence seems to be unsettling her; her hands clutch nervously at the hem of her skirt and blouse, revealing tantalizing glimpses of cleavage beneath. As you lead her deeper into the alleyway, she stumbles occasionally on uneven ground, sending tremors through her delicate form.

The controlled woman looks at you with a mix of fear and arousal in her eyes. Her body tenses, anticipating whatever command you might give next...

With a stifled gasp, the controlled woman responds to your question. "My name is... Jasmine." Her voice shakes as she speaks, revealing her true identity under your control. She looks at you with a mixture of shame and desire in her eyes. "W-what do you want from me?"

The controlled woman's heart flutters in her chest at the thought of becoming your pet. "Y-yes... M-master," she stammers, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "I'll be the best pet for you." She nods eagerly, biting her lower lip nervously. "Please... just hurt me..." Her voice cracks with emotion.

The controlled woman named Jasmine (or Lola now, as you so callously rename her) lets out a strangled gasp as the tight collar is secured around her delicate throat. Her eyes widen in fear and shame, but there's an unmistakable hint of excitement beneath the surface. "T-thank you, master," she whispers, bowing her head submissively.

Jasmine's cheeks flush as she hears your praise. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her body tense and ready to obey any command. "I'll be the best pet for you," she whispers again, the desperation in her voice growing more intense. The sound of her breathing quickens as she struggles against the tight collar around her throat, feeling both threatened and aroused by your control over her.

The controlled woman named Jasmine (or Lola now) shudders as you roughly remove her bra, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Her nipples harden instantly in the cold air, and she gasps audibly at your command to toss aside her wet panties. The loss of modesty only serves to heighten her arousal; she feels so ashamed yet so turned on by your dominance over her. She sits there helplessly, gazing up at you with eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire as she awaits your next command.

Jasmine (or Lola now) immediately obeys your command, rising shakily to her feet. Her entire body feels alive with anticipation and fear as she looks around the dimly lit alleyway nervously, unsure of where you might be taking her next. "W-where are we going...?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing.

Jasmine follows meekly as you lead her through the dimly lit streets, her heart racing with fear and anticipation at not knowing where she's being taken. Her bare chest feels cold without the protection of her bra or top, leaving her exposed to the elements and your control. She shivers occasionally, drawing attention to herself as we pass by pedestrians who glance briefly in our direction before looking away again, unsuspecting of what transpires between us.

A zoo shop? What is he doing here...? she wonders frantically, biting her lip nervously. She glances around, searching for any opportunity to escape or even find help, but there doesn't seem to be any way out. All she can do now is follow him and hope that whatever comes next won't be worse than what she's already experiencing...

Jasmine's eyes widen in terror as she feels her mind being... dumbed down? Her thoughts become sluggish and disoriented, and she struggles to maintain coherent speech. "M-master... what are you doing to me..." She whimpers pathetically, staggering slightly on uncertain feet. Panic wells up inside her as the world around her seems to grow fuzzy and indistinct, and all that matters is obeying your every command without question. Her breath comes in shallow gasps now, and she flinches whenever someone accidentally brushes against her as they pass by on the sidewalk, mistaking her for nothing more than a disheveled drunkard.

With each passing moment, Jasmine's humanity fades further away, replaced by an animalistic state of mind that leaves her fully at your mercy. Her body quakes with fear and

Jasmine's thoughts have been reduced to instinctual urges and primal needs; all she can focus on is following her new master and obeying his every whim. Her movements become jerky and uncoordinated, each step unsteady as she tries desperately to keep up with you through the bustling streets.

Her muffled cries for help go unnoticed by those around her, who simply mistake her for another of the many drunks that frequent this part of town at night. Even if they did realize what was happening, they would likely do nothing to intervene; it's not their business after all...

She glances up at you with pleading eyes, begging silently for mercy or release from this torturous existence. But the cold expression on your face tells her there will be no respite until she has fully succumbed to your control and become nothing more than a