The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I love waking up early on Friday mornings. No work, no responsibilities. I often sit in the kitchen on my laptop, the scent of hot coffee filling the room while I casually scroll through my emails. This Friday morning felt particularly refreshing, and I found myself inspired to head to the gym earlier than usual. With this kind of energy, I might even add an extra 15 minutes to my row.

I snacked on a granola bar while layering up. It was late November, and it was chilly. I pulled a baggy sweatshirt over my t-shirt and added a jacket over that. I wore my favorite pair of jogger sweatpants over my gym shorts, taking a brief moment to admire how they accentuate my body in the mirror. I had recently gotten my hair cut, and despite having slept on it all night, the paste held it just how I like it. Messy on top, buzzed up the sides, soft to the touch. I smiled to myself as I imagined turning a few heads in the locker room.

When I arrived, I made my way to the locker room first. I was in a good mood and listening to something electronic and upbeat through my headphones. I was distracted, nodding my head to the music as I scanned myself in and moved toward the door.

“Woah, geez!”

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” My music continued to blare through my headphones as I ripped them from my ears to apologize to the woman I had just crashed into. “Really, I cannot believe I just did… that.”

I instantly reached down to grab the phone she dropped when I ran into her. Upon handing it to her, we locked eyes, maybe too intensely. We both stared, caught in the moment. I couldn’t believe how attracted to her I felt, especially in her gym attire.

Her eyes, a deep, chocolate brown, eventually crinkled into a smile. “No no, it’s not a problem. I wasn’t paying attention either.” She laughed, then looked toward my hands. “Well, is it ok?”

“Is what ok?”

She laughed again and grabbed her phone from me. “My phone.” She cocked an eyebrow playfully. Or was it flirtatious? No, she couldn’t be flirting here…

“Oh, right.” I laughed nervously, sliding my now empty hand up the back of my head. She flipped the phone over and investigated the screen. “It’s flawless.”

I let out a huge sigh of relief. “That is great news, because I definitely cannot afford to pay for your new phone right now.” She laughed again, and I felt relieved. She emanated warmth, and I found myself enjoying the brief connection, even at her phone’s potential expense.

We paused again, this time smiling at one another. “Ok, well… I guess I’ll see you out there.” As she slipped past me, she placed her palm on my shoulder and slid it down to my elbow. This is something that women do with each other: we stabilize ourselves to move effortlessly. But it’s more than that. It’s an intimacy that women share, something that men simply do not experience. I liked feeling close to her, even momentarily.

In the locker room, I chose a station as far back as I could. Running into her sent a jolt through my body, an unexpected excitement. In the privacy of my stall, I allowed the exuberance to pulse through me, humming audibly to my music as I removed my layers, not caring if anybody else heard me.

When I entered the gym floor, I decided to head to the rowing machine right away. I wanted to take full advantage of turning my elation into motivation. When I turned the corner toward the rower, I nearly stopped dead in my tracks. My gym only has two rowing machines, and my morning acquaintance was using one of them. Of course.

Our eyes met as I walked in front of her machine to reach mine. I could see sweat already glistening on her forehead. She was clearly working hard. I tried to smile at her, but I found myself distracted by the flow of her body as she pushed herself backwards. I noticed how strong she looked, her quads and biceps accented as she worked.

Somehow, I did manage to appropriately acknowledge her. Her smile back surprised me. It was as if she was inviting me to sit next to her, to show her what I was capable of. Again, she playfully cocked an eyebrow. I sat down, eager to match her energy.

My first pull felt excellent. It always does. There is something addictive in the process, your body moving naturally and feeling strong. It’s kind of sexy to think about your own body moving in that way. I allowed myself to sink into the rhythm, nearly forgetting the woman beside me as I pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled.

A slower song started to play, and I found myself matching my movements to the beat. At the same time, I noticed the woman next to me slightly altering her pace. We fell into sync with each other, gradually at first, then exactly. I noticed her glancing toward me periodically, maybe to ensure that our bodies would remain aligned.

She caught me watching her from my peripherals a few times. I darted my eyes forward again, but couldn’t help but look back after a few motions. She smirked knowingly, so I began to take more liberties in watching her. I couldn’t help but think that she moved her body in that exact way to entice me. She would arch her back with each pull, her neck drawing backwards.

I thought about how salty her neck might taste, then told myself to stop.

I watched her fingers curl around the grip as she repositioned her hands. She watched me watch her, and she deliberately ran her thumbs along the plastic before they landed in a more natural grip.

I imagined her thumbs running circles over my nipples and inhaled sharply. If we hadn’t been exercising, she would have noticed. Maybe she noticed anyway. I needed to stop thinking like this.

Although she was still moving just as quickly, I felt as though I watched her in slow motion. I imagined that she exhaled with each movement toward the machine as her body crunched down into her knees. Or was I imagining it? Her breathing seemed different now, more carnal, less patterned.

I imagined myself on top of her. With each crunch toward the machine, I imagined her sliding down onto my fingers, riding them at both of our paces. I imagined her breathing like that for me. The thought sent a cascading wave of pleasure through me, my own neck involuntarily arching back on my next pull.

I quickly realized that my reaction was perhaps too visceral, and I noticeably blushed. Again, I was lucky to be flushed from the work out. I hoped she wouldn’t notice. When I could look up again, I glanced toward her to see that she had stopped. She took a swig of water, wiped her mouth clean, looked one last time toward me, then stood.

In that look, I knew that I should stop too. When I turned to face the monitor, I realized we had been rowing for much longer than I remembered. Forty-five minutes? That couldn’t possibly be true! But the monitor wouldn’t lie. I had been so lost in the rhythm, the connection I shared with my rowing partner that I couldn’t even keep track of the time.

I needed to find her, immediately.

I cleaned the machine, took a few gulps of my own water, and nearly jogged to the locker room. I really hoped she would be there.

I stepped inside and tried to peer down the various inlets inconspicuously. It wasn’t very busy yet, as it was still relatively early for a Friday. In fact, it didn’t seem like anybody else was in the locker room with me. Not even her.

Disheartened, I sighed and headed toward my station. How could I have missed that opportunity? I know that it seems silly, but I truly felt like we had shared a moment together and that the look she gave me when she finished meant ‘come find me.’ But I was too late. I couldn’t find her.

“Hi.”

Startled, I jumped, swiveling around toward the voice in the process. She stood directly in front of me, in her now very sweaty t-shirt and shorts, smiling.

“Oh, hi. I didn’t see you… in here… earlier.” What a stupid thing to say. Now she knows you were looking

“Were you looking for me?” She smirked, knowing that this was exactly what I had done.

“I, uh, no. See, actually, I just thought—”

“You just thought that maybe you could follow me in here. And that maybe you would find me, just like this. And look, now you have. Congratulations.”

We both laughed, mine much more nervous than hers. I’m very confident in my sexuality, and I know that women find my masculinity attractive. But I’m also awkward. In this case, she held me captive, made me want to impress her. Of course I was nervous.

She stepped toward me. “You know, I actually did want to find you to thank you for the work out. It was amazing.”

“To thank me for the work out?”

“Yeah, for keeping me going that whole time. Nobody has ever been able to keep up with me for so long.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Her fingers slid toward the bottom of her shirt, and she pulled at it slightly, as if beginning to take it off. I watched her slide them back and forth slowly along the bottom of the shirt. She caught me watching once again.

She raised her eyes to meet mine. “Didn’t you think our synchronization was great?”

I nodded vigorously. “Yes. I mean yeah, I did.”

“Mmhmm. It was very helpful. In a way, it was relaxing.”

“Relaxing?” Somehow, I knew what she meant. I had zoned out for most of that work out, but how does that happen during such a physically-demanding activity?

“Yes, very relaxing. The way our bodies moved back and forth, back and forth.” She stretched the words, her sentences slow and sticky with heat. Her fingers continued to slide in a pattern that matched her voice. I found myself hooked on that moment, waiting to hear anything she might say next.

She continued. “It’s nice to feel that push and pull with somebody else. It feels comfortable knowing that you’re sinking together, growing closer to that person, to what you want. You want to feel good, and the way you can watch my body move back and forth along with yours makes you feel good. It feels very good to fall in sync with me, doesn’t it?”

My head was starting to feel a little hazy, and I wondered if the heat from the sauna next door had begun to seep into the locker room. What she said made sense. It did feel good to fall in sync, with her in particular. I liked how it made me feel.

“Yes, it does feel good.” Responding to her so directly made me feel warm, and I felt a desire begin to grow between my legs, expanding into the pit of my stomach.

“It does feel so good.” She repeated me. “It’s so nice to sink, to fall in sync, to listen and just watch that movement back and forth, back and forth. It motivates you to do better because you want to please that person. I know you wanted to please me. You enjoyed trying to please me, didn’t you?”

I started to feel floaty, sitting in that heat and listening to her soft voice caressing my tired mind. It felt as if her voice massaged my sore muscles, relaxing every part of me. I liked listening, and I liked answering. “I enjoyed trying to please you very much.”

Her eyebrow cocked, and she certainly looked pleased now. “You enjoyed it very much, hm? You enjoyed watching me move with you, back and forth, back and forth.” Her fingers still strummed at her shirt. I couldn’t look away. My head began to dip forward in the heavy, lazy fog.

“Look at me.” I pulled my heavy head up to meet her gaze. I found her dark, sexy eyes even more enticing than her fingers. I had no any desire to look away.

“It feels good to look into my eyes. You know you can trust me. We moved together earlier, and you trusted me then, just as you trust me now. You find yourself completely relaxed with me here, telling you that you can feel very, very good. Let me help you feel very good.”

My head felt empty, heavy. Her words filled the empty space, and I loved allowing her to guide me in this way. There was something so deeply arousing about it, and my arousal somehow seemed to hook me, pulling me even deeper.

I heard her begin to count. I remembered the 10, the 9, the 8…

My eyes opened as I heard her snap. I didn’t remember her asking a question, but I answered anyway. “My name is Taylor.” She smiled and nodded encouragingly.

“Good, very good. Now Taylor, I’d like for you to tell me what you want more than anything in this moment.”

Although I hadn’t given it much thought, the heat between my legs made the answer obvious. I wanted her. “I want to kiss you.”

“Very interesting Taylor, because I want you to kiss me.” She spoke slowly, deliberately, inching toward me with each word. I found the way she spoke—so eloquently but with such power—to be incredibly hot. My mind still warm and buzzing, I reached my hand up toward her face, brushing it back behind her neck and hair, and I pulled her into me.

The kiss was long and deep, both of us breathing heavily into it. I wanted to stand there and kiss her all day. I liked the way our lips swam over and under each other, how our tongues brushed and sometimes wrestled. I liked how delicate she felt in my arms as I pulled her closer, juxtaposed against the strength I remembered her exhibiting earlier.

After a few minutes, she pulled back, her eyes closed. She seemed just as lost in the moment as I was. We were both longing for more. It was obvious in our breathing.

“Taylor, why don’t you look back into my eyes, just for a moment. I want you to look deeply, to focus on my words and just… sleep.” She snapped her fingers, and I fell instantly. Blank and waiting, I stood before her.

“Taylor, you feel so good right now, so relaxed. And as you sink deeper into this relaxation, I want you to allow yourself to want me as fully as you can. Imagine our bodies moving together in sync again, but this time I want you to imagine yourself on top of me, touching me, pulsating inside me.”

My eyes rolled even further back into my head as a huge wave of pleasure washed over me. I quivered in place, wanting nothing more than to thrust my hand down her shorts, to rip them to the ground, and to press deep and hard inside her.

“Tell me how that thought makes you feel.”

“I feel so fucking wet for you.”

I heard her inhale, perhaps caught off guard, definitely even more turned on than she had been just a moment ago. Her voice became huskier, filled with yearning. “I want to taste you. Touch yourself for me.”

Without hesitation, I slid my hand into my own shorts, down my boxer briefs and toward my throbbing clit. I slicked my finger with my juices and began to circle. My heart rate instantly quickened as I felt myself very close, very quickly.

“Now stop touching yourself. Relax, it feels very, very good. You’re very deep for me.”

“I am very deep for you.” I repeated instantly, robotically. It felt so good, it took me even deeper.

“Good girl. Now, you will open your eyes as you pull your hand out of your pants. I want you to bring your wet fingers to my mouth and let me taste you.”

I did as she said, running my finger along the top of her bottom lip before allowing her tongue to engulf it. Her mouth closed over it, and she began to suck and lick simultaneously.

She stopped for a moment, almost as if she had been hit with a sudden idea. “Does this feel good?”

“Yes.” I sighed into the response, my finger still running slowly across her lips.

“I want it to feel even better. I want you to feel everything I’m doing to your finger as if I were doing it to your cock. You can imagine that this is your hard cock in my mouth, and you know how good it makes both of us feel when I suck your cock.”

I shivered with sheer pleasure as she took my fingers back into her mouth. She worked them masterfully, massaging them from underneath with the broad surface of her tongue, then shifting to circling and flicking with the tip.

As she played with my fingers, I instantly felt the heat rising between my legs. Each sucking motion made me feel closer to a need to release. I felt myself being brought closer and closer as she flicked and lapped at my fingers. My hips began to buckle, thrusting toward her as if she really were sucking between my legs. I couldn’t help it; I came harder than I ever had, feeling myself gushing everywhere for her.

After I finished, I felt myself floating wonderfully, not quite present in the world. Next thing I knew, she was counting up from 3, 2, 1, snap, eyes open. An immediate understanding of what had just happened hit me, and my eyes grew wide with surprise.

“Did we just…??”

“Yep, we did.” Again with that amused smile. That amazing smile that I found so attractive. I grinned back.

“Maybe I should get your number. Are you busy tonight?”

“I am now, Taylor.” For some reason, hearing her say my name felt so right, so comforting and so hot. I couldn’t wait to see what tonight would hold.