This is the story of Roberta, a character who has appeared in several of the Powerband stories. Her character has always intrigued me, so now we see her origins. The story changes flavor from femdom to mind control at about chapter 11, so if you consider yourself an MC purist, you can skip forward, but you will miss half the fun.
Eric sometimes indulged in some juvenile perversions. For a time he liked to use the Powerband to change his appearance to that of a woman and cruise the lesbian bar scene. He didn’t physically change his appearance. Rather, he reached into each person’s mind and altered their perception of him. He had no real desire actually be a woman, though he had experimented with changing his physical sexuality before. No, he just wanted the mental camouflage so he could relax and not bring unwanted attention onto himself. Of course he could handle any problem that arose, but he found it entertaining to intermingle in this way. By blending in, he could instigate any mayhem he wanted and sit back and watch. Each person tapped their fantasies and manufactured their own ideal of a sexually desirable woman, a sensual apparition that rose from their wettest midnight dream, that sublime fuck you would remember for the rest of your life. Ask two different people to describe that woman at the bar and you would get two completely different descriptions.
Most of the time Eric would reorganize the groupings he observed along lines he might find entertaining. For example, he might pair up the tallest woman in the place with the shortest. Or he might take four or five women to a seedy hotel room, fuck them, and turn them into a cohabiting clutch of wild sex addicts. Then he would give them some bizarre twist, like make them all obsessed with licking each other’s ass crack, or have them periodically pick out some random guy to bring home, keep him pumped up with Viagra and cocaine for several weeks while fucking him relentlessly, then kick him out. One group he formed had this one girl who turned out to be particularly unpleasant. Eric transformed her into an obese irritable demanding alpha bitch with hyperactive sweat glands and a sour body odor. He turned the others into horny gorgeous submissive sluts who were compulsively obedient to their queen, irresistibly drawn to her bloated sagging form, longing to taste the moisture that collected in her various folds of skin and flab, and driven to erotic deliriums by her stink.
Occasionally some dyke dressed in symbolic lesbian dominatrix leather would hit on him. Eric found this hilarious. He usually indulged in one of his favorite fetishes, public compulsive masturbation. He would take control of the woman’s body but leave her mind free to observe her own actions. He liked sensing the confusion and embarrassment they inevitably felt. These women invariably held a self image of always being in control of those around them. He would make the victim join him at his table. Their hand would slide down into their own crotch and begin rubbing. As their sexual excitement would rise, so would their humiliation. Before his thrall could orgasm, he would usually reveal his true form to her alone. He would then make her get under the table and suck him off. This usually horrified the dyke, getting on her knees and sucking off a man in public, still unable to keep her hands from masturbating. When he finally unloaded, he made sure he shot a much larger volume than she could swallow. His seamen spilled out of her mouth and down her face, chest, and clothes. He then disallowed her from cleaning up, so she would spend the rest of the night reeking of cum.
It was just one of these encounters when Eric found Roberta.