Horny maid

"Someone still needs to run this place, so listen to. First!" Randy said and activated the remote's mind control mode. "You will work as my personal maid and take care of all household chores."

Randy pressed a few buttons and a French maid outfit materialized around his father, except it was the sluttiest excuse of clothing. The miniskirt was so short that if she was not standing perfectly straight, her panties would be exposed. On the top, the skimpy and sheer material simply exposed most of her breasts, even the pink of her areola peeked out.

"Second, you'll be perpetually horny. Especially towards your family. Me, and your daughter... you can't stop thinking about having sex with them."

She fell to the floor as the changes took hold. There was a burning need in her balls and his cock twitched with need. She looked up, cheeks flushed and panting. It was her own son, yet she couldn't stop imagining how good it must feel to pin him down and pound his tight butthole like he was a cheap blowup doll. She wanted to pounce but he was her master and she could not harm him.

"Third..." Randy's voice turned even more sadistic. "You are forbidden to have sex or masturbate without my permission."

"What? No, you can't do this to me." There was a desperation in her voice. She had never felt so consumed by lust and now she was forbidden from relieving herself?

"If you're a good girl then I'll give you your rewards. Oh, and it's kind of gross to keep calling you dad. Let's name you... Ellie."

"Now, for your first task of the day..."