"Shit," I thought as my hands started sweating, "something isn't right." Amy stood frozen still. It felt like her piercing eyes were drilling into my very soul. A thousand thoughts ran through my head as the adrenaline kicked in. Then, at once, I hurriedly devised a hasty plan to try and force her back on the bike.
My anxiety was not warranted, however. Just a couple of seconds after Amy froze with the piercing stare on her face, her features relaxed. The anger on her face instantly shifted to a genial smile. Her eyes no longer bore the harrowing intensity of just an instant before. Instead, Amy just regarded me with gentle anticipation as if waiting for me to give her the next exercise.
"Is everything ok?" I asked in the most even voice I could muster. "You kind of froze up on me there!"
"Oh!? I'm sorry, "she replied with a confused smile, "I must have been distracted. I can be a little scatterbrained sometimes."
"That's ok," I smiled half-heartedly, "I can be the same way. We've got the first 30 minutes out of the way. This may seem a bit strange, but it's great for habit-building. Recite what you've done so far and how long you have spent on each exercise. It's something my professors taught me in college to build and remember a routine more quickly."
"That does make sense!" Amy replied, unphased by the strange request. "I always found I memorized better when studying for college by speaking aloud... let's see... We started off with 5-10 minutes of stretches, then 15 minutes of cardio on the bike, then you ran me through a couple of simple yoga poses on the mat as a cool down for 5 minutes."
I subtly questioned her in more detail as I observed her and guided her through some basic exercises. I didn't gauge a single response that illustrated she had any cognition of what truly happened. She also did not seem to show any signs of excess arousal. I couldn't really test her submission easily, but she seemed normal. I even placed her in front of a mirror to do crunches. She could clearly see the dark, wet spot on the crotch of her yoga pants, but she gave no signs of embarrassment or anything. The final thing of note I found was the girl still clearly had a wedgie. She made no move to fix it and did not seem uncomfortable.
I came to the preliminary conclusion that the bike removed all verbal, arousal, and submission programming after the time expired; however, intensive memory alterations activated in their places. Amy's mind seemed to filter out anything that would have seemed out of the ordinary and replace it with a bland framework of everyday activities. For example, the memory of fingering herself and getting facefucked on a yoga mat was replaced with a shallow memory of doing yoga poses. Furthermore, she seemed to ignore any clues that events were different than she remembered. Hence why she didn't fix her wedgie or notice the wetness from her earlier excessive arousal.
I was convinced it was safe to issue temporary programming to my subjects. I wasn't sure if it was foolproof yet, but I was happy enough with it to continue having some fun with Amy.
We had an ordinary workout session for the half-hour after Amy's programming wore off. I had to use extreme 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."
