Back on the bike

We had an ordinary workout session for the half-hour after Amy's programming wore off. I had to use **** willpower not to stare at that naked ass I had spanked just minutes earlier. I couldn't convince my erection to go all the way down. If she noticed, she didn't say anything, though.

"There are better cuts of meat out there," I crudely thought to myself, "but this one is decent and right on my platter." I decided it was time to live a few more fantasies and have a real taste of the treat in front of me.

"Ok, Amy, we are going to use a special feature of the bike now to mimic some leg presses if that's ok."

"Sure! Let's do it!" She eagerly replied while finishing her reps with the 10lb dumbbells.

"Keep on with what you are doing for a moment while I get set up."

I trotted over to the bike and dextrously sped through the menus until I reached the mind control options. I changed the programming duration back to the 24-hour default and activated the AMCM.

Amy climbed back onto the machine after I returned it to the main menu. "I want you to start pedaling as hard as you can first, and then I'll start increasing the resistance," I lied as my body thrummed with anticipation.

I watched as Amy obeyed. The bike clearly was affecting her more quickly this time. She didn't pause her pedaling once she started this time. Instead, Amy immediately let out a sharp moan of pleasure as her legs rapidly built up speed. One of her hands left the handlebars and shot to her tits. She apparently couldn't get the stimulation she was searching for. So she suddenly lifted her top and sports bra until her hard pink nipples were exposed to the cool garage air.

"Good girl!" I praised her out loud, "give in for me! Pedal as hard as you can, Amy!"

She didn't respond to me. She just kept pedaling as hard as she could. The colorful swirl of the screen reflected in her glossed-over eyes. Her mouth was parted in a nearly constant moan while she massaged her tits roughly.

Her legs pedaled a bit slower than before. Probably because of the fatigue from working out. I dropped the resistance one level. Her moans grew louder as her legs flew faster. I decreased the resistance by two more levels. Her moans changed to squeals of pleasure. The bike whirred louder than ever before. Amy arched her back, grabbed the handlebars with both hands, and squeezed as hard as she could while countless orgasms shut down her mind.

After a mere minute on the bike, I listened to the music of Amy reaching the big final orgasm before her programming could begin.

"Pleeeeeeease! Pleeeeease!...." she screamed before her voice caught in her throat, and she silently convulsed on the bike.

The screen rapidly flashed its red screen before it changed to green. I walked up to the screen and read. "Subject acquisition complete! AQ intensity rating 156%. Subject ready to accept commands. State the subject's designation to continue."

I noticed the AQ rating was higher this time. I briefly pondered what it meant before dismissing it for more pertinent matters.

"Amy Leigh." I addressed the tranced and clearly over-exerted girl. Her pedaling speed had decreased to a reasonable pace, and she took even deep breaths as her body tried to slow back down.

"How may I... *breath* serve you... *breath* master." She replied between breaths in her oddly sexy monotone voice.

"Take off your shirt and bra for me while you catch your breath."

She slowly lifted her hands above her head to remove the offending articles. Then, she tossed the garments aside and grabbed ahold of the handlebars again.

"Play with your tits for me while you ride this bike when we are alone."

She didn't respond, as usual, but immediately carried out her command. I let out a low groan at the sight of Amy, tranced out of her mind, massaging her tits in front of me. I stripped my clothes off in anticipation of what was coming.

"Amy, you will always call me master when we are alone."

"You will enthusiastically ride the bike anytime, and every time I tell you to."

"You will always answer my questions honestly."

"You will eagerly allow and help me to do anything I want to you."

"You are incredibly attracted to me."

"You will no longer feel attraction to anyone but me without my permission."

"You trust me completely."

The last command I wanted to include for now was one to prevent her from arousing other people's suspicions. Without the instruction for the bike, I wanted to be extra careful with my wording. I did not know if giving her a command to act normally in front of others would be safe. I worried that Amy's brain would consider her traits after brainwashing to be normal. I needed to word it to make her tailor her personality to match her old normal.

"When around others, you will carefully act in the way they consider normal and not suspicious for you unless I tell you otherwise."

"You will inform me if anyone shows suspicions towards you or me."

I repeated the commands in my head a couple of times to make sure I had everything. I was itching to shove more commands into her pliant mind, but I didn't want to overdo it too far on the first day of use. I desperately needed more information on the bike's abilities and features before I could feel comfortable taking the brainwashing to the ****.

"Well, Amy," I said as I roughly grasped one of her hands and **** it to squeeze her tit harder, "I think it's time we move on to the real exercises I had planned for you. What do you think?"

"I think whatever you tell me to think, master," she robotically replied.

"mmm, careful, babe; I may just have to make that true all the time," I growled. "You better get off the bike before I do."

Amy's hands stopped their caresses so she could push herself off the bike. Her yoga pants were hopelessly soaked after a second session on the bike. The black seat was even slick with her juices which no doubt helped conductivity for the electrical stimulation voodoo the seat did. I wondered how effective the acquisition process would be on a naked girl with direct contact with her pussy. Something to test later, I decided.

I watched in anticipation as Amy's eyes slowly unglazed and dilated, and her face transitioned from lifelessness to pure unbridled lust.