The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The gym wasn’t too large, not quite run down but still a far cry from the more fancy set-ups elsewhere in the city. That was really how Nia preferred it. She’d grown up in the rougher neighborhoods of Dallas and had learned how tough life could be. She’d been attracted to martial arts, not just because of the way its defensive moves could help her survive, but also because its discipline and order helped give her some confidence to her life, enough to get out of the barrios, get into college and get a good career going. She was a police officer now, a detective rising fast in the department and training hard was all part of her job.

She was inside the gym’s large boxing ring, going through her routine. She had started with some sit-ups and push-ups, moved to working the bag, then went into the ring for her real workout. She wore a padded headgear around her long black hair, her attractive Hispanic features somewhat shifted by the mouth guard she wore on her teeth. She had on a simple shirt and shorts, both stained with sweat as she moved, her feet and fists covered with gloves, her limbs working towards the pads held by her opponent.

“Come on, work it, work it, you can do better than this!” T.C. was a trainer at the gym and was good at his job. He was a well-built, athletic man with short blond hair, wearing a similar fighting outfit to Nia’s as they sparred. He had been helping her with his private workouts for a while now and had grown infatuated with her, no surprise given her looks. However, his attempts to ask her out for a date hadn’t come to anything, Nia preferring to keep their relationship completely professional. She already had a boyfriend and didn’t want any temptations. But she did enjoy having T.C. around to pound on.

She launched a kick at his face, only to have T.C. block it and sweep a blow at her. She knocked it aside and let a shot hit his face. He backed off, rubbing his jaw and smiling. “You’re improving,” he said.

“I’ve had a lot of practice lately,” Nia replied spinning about and launching a kick at T.C.’s mid-section. He blocked it and went into a wild spin. His foot lashed out at Nia’s face as she moved in to block it. However, she had misjudged the angle of impact and T.C.’s gloved foot slammed into her jaw, sending her spinning to the ground. She hit the canvas hard and stayed there.

“Shit!” T.C. cried out as he moved forward. He pulled off his headgear and gloves and knelt before Nia, pulling off her own headgear. He checked her quick and saw she was only stunned. He slipped off her gloves and as he did, he couldn’t help but notice the way her sweaty shirt moved up and down with each breath. He slowly reached up and let his fingers drift along her breasts, sliding over the nipples. Nia moaned a bit as T.C. quickly yanked his hand away. “Nia? You okay?”

“Yeah, I think,” she said groggily. “Guess I should bobbed when I weaved, huh?”

“Lay back for a minute, get your breath back,” T.C. said. He watched Nia put her head back on the mat and was struck by a sudden inspiration. Before he could talk himself out of it, T.C. heard himself speaking. “Nia, let me make sure you don’t have a concussion or something. Here, take look at this.” T.C. held up his finger. “Just look at my finger. Keep your eyes focused completely on my finger. Just keep all your concentration on it. Watch the finger, Nia, just watch my finger here.” T.C. began to slowly move his hand back and forth before Nia’s face. “Just watch my finger, Nia, watch my finger closely. Just keep all your concentration on my finger. Watch it move from side to side, side to side, watch my finger move, Nia, watch it move, side to side, side to side. Keep concentrating on my finger, Nia, just keep watching it move back and forth, back and forth, keep watching it move, Nia, keep watching my finger.”

Nia’s eyes swept back and forth as she concentrated on T.C.’s moving finger. He was sitting below one of the lights from the ceiling, his finger cutting off the light as it moved back and forth. It was so fascinating to watch, the finger, then a flash of light, then the finger, then another flash of light. Finger, flash, finger, flash, a slow, steady rythym that Nia couldn’t help but watch carefully. She felt so relaxed as she watched it and so tired as well, incredibly tired, so incredibly tired that she wanted to sleep. It was just so soothing to watch T.C.’s finger moving from side to side, flashes of light interrupting it before his finger moved into view again, back and forth, back and forth, so incredibly relaxing, so relaxing.....

“You’re so tired now, Nia,” T.C. said as he continued to move his finger from side to side. “You’re so very, very tired, you want to close your eyes. You’re so tired, Nia, you want nothing more than to close your eyes, close your tired, tired eyes and sleep. You want to sleep, Nia, you need to sleep, you want to go to into a deep, deep sleep. A very deep sleep, Nia, just let go and go to sleep.” T.C. watched as Nia’s eyes fluttered closed and smiled to himself. Damn, it had actually worked. Now what?

“Nia, can you hear me?”

“Yeah...” she said through half-closed lips.

“Nia, you’re asleep now. Asleep and dreaming. It’s a wonderful dream, Nia, a very wonderful dream. It’s a sexy dream, Nia, it’s a sexy dream involving your boyfriend. You can feel yourself getting aroused by the dream, Nia, you can feel yourself feeling more and more aroused by the dream. You want to make love to your boyfriend, Nia, you can feel yourself becoming more and more aroused at making love with your boyfriend in this dream, this wonderful, sexy dream. When I touch your forehead, you will open your eyes but stay fast asleep. You will be dreaming and you will see your boyfriend before you. It’s a dream, so you won’t care that he’s here, you won’t care that he’s dressed in a boxing outfit, you’ll want to make love to him immediately. You’ll want to make love to him right away and right now, Nia. Right now.”

T.C. touched Nia’s forehead and watched her eyes slowly open. They focused on him and a smile came onto her face. “Come on, hon,” she said in a husky voice that immediately hardened T.C.’s cock. “Let’s wrestle.” With that, she pulled T.C. down and kissed him hard on the lips. T.C. was taken aback but soon found himself answering her, their tongues intertwining as they embraced. Nia shuffled on the mat, her dark hair flowing around her head as she rubbed it along the canvas. T.C. pushed her shirt up and buried his head along the edge of the bra. He pulled it down to reveal Nia’s full breasts and began to suck at them, his tongue raking along the tight nipples, tasting the sting of her sweat as he rubbed at her tits.

After spending a few minutes on the mat, T.C. yanked Nia up to their feet and hurriedly undressed her, then himself. He had a moment to admire her well-toned body, a testament to her training, before she threw herself at him again. He picked her up and felt her legs wrapping around his waist as they kissed again. T.C. managed to walk them over to where he could push Nia against one of the corners of the ring. Her ass slid around the pad as T.C. pushed his cock into her. He gripped a rope with each hand as he began to pump into her, sliding his shaft in and out of her pussy as she pushed herself against him, her legs pumping to keep herself in time with his thrusts. He buried his head into her chest, loving the taste of her sweaty nipples as she worked herself against him. The pad behind Nia was slick by now, her sweaty body rubbing against it with abandon as T.C. fucked her, her hair spilling over the pole. She arched against the corner as T.C. blew his wad into her, causing her to shriek in joy, her belief that it was her boyfriend adding to her pleasure.

T.C. took Nia away and spread her back onto the mat. He hovered over her, loving the sight of her body as it lay waiting for him. He could tell that the next few workouts were going to be pretty special as Nia was going to be enjoying her dream for a long while. Although she would remember nothing, not even being knocked out, Nia was going to find herself on the ropes in more ways than one.