The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Katherine looked at her reflection in the changing room mirror as she tied her ratty brown hair into a ponytail. She looked like shit and she knew it, but it didn’t matter to her: nobody was going to see her anyways. Her night managing the bar had been shit too, so it all worked out. First, there was the drunk college frat boy who got too handsy with one of the waitresses, and then tried to puff out his chest when he was approached about it. Then there was the ignorant asshole who doesn’t realize that last call means LAST CALL. No more alcohol.

After a long night like that and being forced to leave half an hour after she was supposed to, Katherine needed a workout to de-stress and that’s why she chose to sign up at the gym around the corner. It wasn’t one of those fancy gyms with every piece of latest equipment and all-day towel service, but she could access it 24/7 with a little key card, and because it was a hole-in-the-wall, she hardly had to worry about other people sharing the space with her during her 3:00 AM workouts.

She tightened and retied her trainers as she tried to think about the last time she saw a soul in there. There had been a couple Joe Blows for a few weeks after the new year, but the Resolutioners (as she liked to call them) soon gave up and she had the gym to herself shortly after. She loved not feeling the lingering eyes on her, making her feel self-conscious. They say that gyms are supposed to be judgement-free, but that’s obviously a farce. Her twilight workout sessions were for her better state of mind, not to make her a target of sexual harassment: she received enough of that at the bar.

Katherine checked herself out in the mirror again. It’s true that she wasn’t in as good of shape as her bartending days, but she was still a decent eyeful. Even though her gym clothes wouldn’t show it (she was never a fan of the tight yoga outfits that were all the rage), she still had a pretty decent figure, although she distinctly lacked substantial curves. With some makeup, her eyes and smile could easily take someone’s breath away. She let out an unimpressed sigh while looking at herself again. After a ten hour shift, her current appearance would probably take someone’s breath away in a much more horrifying manner.

Grabbing her water bottle, Katherine left the changing room ready for her workout. Her eyes closed, she inhaled deeply, and took in the sound of silence around her. It was a welcome change from the racket and din at the bar. After growing accustomed to hearing deafening music on a regular basis, Katherine never considered bringing an iPod to the gym. Instead she preferred to hear only her breathing and the rhythmic sound of any equipment she used.

Katherine made her way to the treadmill, taking in the sound of her shoes hitting the lightly padded floor, but was abruptly pulled out of her reverie by a crass wolf whistle across the room. She was almost too surprised to flash a glare in the direction, but years of practice and the crude sneer on the man’s face allowed her instincts to take over. He was sitting on one of the workout benches and his gaze wouldn’t falter, even with the death glare shooting from her eyes.

“Has he been here the whole time?” she thought as she stepped onto the treadmill and set it for her workout. She glanced over to see him still ogling her, but his t-shirt had distinctive sweat marks on it indicating he had been there for a while. His unwavering leer disgusted her. “Ugh, I’m even wearing a baggy shirt and sweatpants, isn’t that the universal sign for ‘I’m not in the mood?’”

The treadmill kicked into life and Katherine began to trot, focusing on the sound of each step. She attempted to focus on the rhythm of her feet hitting the ground and on controlling her breathing, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of his eyes on her backside. It completely through her off and even after she heard him start to workout, she just couldn’t get into the zone. She kept getting distracted by his grunts, which were distinctly off beat from her own.

Frustrated, she looked down at the display to see for how much longer she needed to run. It came as a huge was surprise when she saw that her run was almost finished. Kathy was so confused. It never seemed to go by that fast, even when she could lose herself in the moment. As the machine beeped she felt the track slow under her feet. On the cool-down phase, her pace was little more than a brisk walk so she grabbed her towel and dabbed the sweat on her chest where her tank top didn’t cover.

With the size of her chest, she knew that some people thought she was being a tease with such a low cut top in the gym, but the honest truth was that she couldn’t stand being covered by a full t-shirt. It felt like she was being stifled and her skin couldn’t breathe. Even as a manager at the bar, she didn’t rely on tips, but she had to dress like one of the bartenders just to be comfortable. It usually resulted in patronizing remarks like, “Let me talk to your manager,” when she had to deal with unruly patrons, but it was her cross to bear.

Kathy looked over the gym to decide what she wanted to workout next. She saw that the creep was distracted working out with the free weights, and even though she wanted to avoid him, she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that she no longer had his rapt attention. He may be a creep, but it was still nice to have men lust after her. It was an added convenience of how she dressed, and even though she would never admit it, she always enjoyed being hit on at the bar.

Kat walked over to the squat rack, surprisingly not fatigued from her run, and added weights to the bar. She had unknowingly positioned herself to give the guy an unhindered view of her profile and her firm ass which she worked so hard on. As she stepped under the bar and felt the weight press on her shoulders, she couldn’t help but notice that he fell silent. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him watching her and even though her immediate instinct was to shoot him a dirty look, she couldn’t help but blush and feel a little warm. Maybe a little turned on.

She started her set, trying to ignore the feeling, but she only finished a few reps before the feeling took over. With a sly grin to herself, Kat decided to give him a little show. It just felt too good having him watch. With impeccable form she squatted as low as she could, pushing her delectable ass out as far as possible. She loved feeling the tight nylon compression shorts stretch to accommodate her ass, almost as much as feeling the cool air tickle the sweat on her tight abs. Squat after squat, she grew more and more aroused imagining the reaction her voyeur must have had.

She lost count pretty easily, but she took as much time as possible to showcase her assets. Finally, when she felt like her legs could go no more, Kat rested the bar in the rack. Squats were one of her favourite exercises, not just because she could show off her fantastic female form, but she knew how much her job depended on her looking good. It was tough being a bartender at a strip club, much harder than at your typical bar, because all the guys were throwing their tips at the topless girls. Kat knew that she had to be especially good looking to get anyone’s attention.

The girl looked at the man leering at her and winked at him. It was clear he wasn’t even pretending to workout anymore, and she didn’t mind one bit. It turned her on so much to know that he wanted to watch her, that he lusted after her. She was especially impressed with the bulge in his gym shorts: it meant she was putting on a good show!

Kat stepped up to the bar again for round two, but found it seemed remarkably lower than it had before. Not wanting to let her confusion get in the way of the show, Kat just smirked and used it to enhance her show: bending completely at the waist to get under the bar. As she stood up and positioned herself to lift it up, her knees definitely felt more bent than the previous time. It didn’t make a lick of sense to her. How would the bar end up being lower? As she tried to extend her legs and push the bar up, she found they were more shaky than she had ever remembered.

“Umm…” she heard the guy say as she struggled, “You might want to wear some proper footwear if you’re going to try to do squats.”

Kitty looked down and couldn’t help but giggle. She knew better than to squat in heels! She must have just gotten so caught up in putting on a show for the cutie that she forgot why she was really at the gym. After months of tireless hours as a bartender and waitress, the management had finally decided to give her a shot as a dancer! She needed to make sure she had flawless form in her heels and figured a good way to train would be to wear them on some machines at the gym!

Sheepishly, she looked at the guy and thanked him. “I’m usually not so absent minded,” she lied with a giggle. He just smiled and nodded. Kitty swooned, and teetered over to the elliptical in her stilettos, making sure to put extra swing in her hips as she did. She brushed her luscious brown hair behind her neck and smiled at the guy before stepping onto the machine. Leaning forward, she stuck her ass out so that her short shorts rode up as high as they could and started exercising.

Kitty was excited that it was surprisingly easy for her to do in heels, and even being distracted by the thought of his cock wasn’t enough to throw her off rhythm. With every step, she sashayed her hips side to side, showing off her perfect ass and jiggling her luscious tits. She got so caught up in the movement and fantasizing about the boner she had given him that she didn’t even notice him move closer to her. She squealed in surprise when she felt his hands on her ass, but she just melted into the feeling. She loved it when guys grabbed her ass. It really was too bad that the guys weren’t allowed to touch her at the club.

As she continued to exercise, one of his hands found its way to the warm spot between her legs, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. His strong hand was enough to distract her from the workout and as his fingers became more personal, her training slowed to a halt and she just pressed herself into his grasp.

His voice broke through the music of her moans, “Why don’t you hop off that thing and come workout with me.” Kitty didn’t really want to workout anymore, she had other things on her mind, but with his hands drawing away, her body forced her to follow. She trailed him as her lust-filled mind wondered what kind of workout he wanted to do.

He led her to one of the benches and sat down. “Why don’t you show me what you’ve got?” he said as he pointed to his crotch.

“You mean, like, a lap dance?”

He chuckled. “Sure,” he replied, “We can start with that.”

Kitty was nervous: she hadn’t given anyone a lap dance before. Sure, she had watched the other girls do it, fantasizing for months that it would one day be her grinding on the patrons of the bar, but this was real, this was now. She swung one long leg over his lap and pressed her tits against his face as she slid down his chest. As she came face to face with him, Kitty started gyrating her hips pressing against his lap. It was hard to do without any music, but she knew she’d need the practice if she wanted to be a good stripper.

She could feel his hard member press against her hot cunt separated by just a few flimsy layers of clothing. It turned her on so much to know that he was so hard. So hard for her. She wondered if she’d be able to feel every hard cock when she gave lap dances at the bar. It was already her favourite part. She knew that his shorts were probably less restrictive than, say, a business man’s slacks, but she was still certain that she’d be able to feel them.

Kitty’s hands slowly drew up her man’s chest and grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling herself closer and giving her leverage to grind against him. Her favourite song played in her head, and her hips danced to it like they had hundreds of times before. Kitty looked her patron in the eye and gave him her patented smoldering looks of seduction. She knew that this lap dance was sub par compared to what she dealt at the club: there was something about the music blasting all around her that really got her in the mood. Still, she knew she was doing a fantastic job, her expertly moving hips felt the monstrous cock he was sporting and made her giggle in content. It was a feeling that she had grown accustomed to, but gave her an erotic thrill nonetheless.

She felt a sudden thrill as his hands once again found her ass and drew her in tight. The girl squealed in delight. She never got to feel that at the club. It was against the rules for a patron to touch one of the girls, but she loved it oh so much. Kitty’s dance became more frantic and erratic as the heat coursed through her. She pulled off her sports bra and unleashed her mammoth mounds against his chest. Their mouths met and she slid his tongue past her lips as he pulled her tighter.

Kitty grinded against his crotch, all pretenses of the lap dance thrown aside. She needed to have sex with him, and now. He pushed her to her knees and pulled off his shirt. Her manicured nails traced delicate figures down his chiseled chest until they reached the top of his shorts. With an excited moan, she fished out his swollen cock and wrapped her long fingers around it.

He grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and led her head towards his cock. Kitty licked her full bee-stung lips as she heard him say, “Now be a good girl and suck me off.“ She didn’t have to be told twice. The girl pounced on the cock with animalistic hunger and shoved it down her throat with unnatural ease. He groaned in pleasure, sending an erotic thrill down her throat and straight to her wet pussy. It made her feel so good knowing that she was pleasing a man. It was, like, the best feeling in the world.

Suddenly, and without warning, he hoisted her onto her platform heels and slapped her ass. Kitty just giggled as her bubble-butt jiggled. She wiggled her hips as she pulled off her super tight shorts, and bent at the hips to present her ass to the man. She grabbed the bench in front of her as he lined up behind her and slowly entered her wet, hot pussy. Kitty drew in a sharp breath as an illicit chill ran threw her body. It felt so good to be full, to be fucked.

She felt his cock stat to piston in and out of her, faster and faster. Her hips pushed back with every thrust to get his massive cock deeper and deeper in her hungry cunt. The sound of her round ass slapping against his hips echoed in the room around her, creating a pounding beat that filled Kitty’s otherwise-empty head. She lost herself to the combined music of their fuckfest and the blissful sensations emanating from her velvety pussy.

As she moaned in pleasure, Kitty felt herself approach the edge of orgasm. Her body thrust back even harder to reach the elusive pleasure. She should have noticed that it wasn’t happening, that no matter what she did, she couldn’t cum, but her sex-addled mind was too preoccupied to clue in.

“Yea, baby,” groaned her partner, “Your pussy feels so good.”

Kitty squealed in delight and giggled at the compliment. The gratification only forced her body to ignite in sexual pleasure. It wasn’t the ecstatic release that she so desperately desired, but it instead felt like a constant wave on a tiny orgasm. Her eyes rolled backwards and a vapid smile plastered across her face as she descended into an sexual trance.

“Oh baby, I’m going to cum in your tight pussy,” she heard him say in a voice that possessed her mind. “Do you want that, you little slut?”

“YES!” was all Kitty could muster. “YES! YES! YES!“ she screamed, echoing throughout the empty gym. His hands tightened around her waist and she felt him tense against her ass. As his cock pumped and spewed its seed into her hungry cunt, Kitty felt the rush she craved. As he came, an orgasmic wave washed over her, throwing her into an ocean of pleasure. Her body collapsed against the workout bench as her consciousness drifted away.

Kitty awoke sometime later with the same vapid smile on her face. She picked herself off the floor and looked around the gym. She was disappointed to see it was completely empty. Her fuckbuddy was nowhere to be seen, and nobody else had come in since. On shaky legs, Kitty picked up her clothes and teetered to the locker room.

As her stilettos clicked on the way to her locker, she checked herself out in the mirror. Kitty giggled as she fluffed her luscious blonde hair and blew her reflection a kiss. She was a hot piece of ass and she made sure everyone knew it. With a final wink, she left the mirror behind, anxious to get ready for her next show.