I first saw Roberta in a local BDSM nightclub. The music they played was mostly deep trance and techno with a rhythmic beat that you could feel to your core. She was dressed in a black lace up corset that barely covered her breasts, a short black leather skirt, fishnet hose, and the most extreme black leather spiked heels imaginable. Her fetish attire was made complete by a black leather choker she wore around her neck. She was a full figured woman with a firm body and long beautiful legs, and her mane of strawberry blond hair and flashing green eyes made her absolutely delicious.

As spellbinding as she appeared, what totally intoxicated me was how she was dancing. With each throbbing beat of the music, she was doing the most incredible robot dance that I'd ever seen.

When she came in from the dance floor, she caught me watching her. She looked away for a moment, but then glanced back to see if I was still watching her. Of course I was. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was mesmerizing.

I smiled, and she smiled back, her gaze holding steady with mine. I'm sure I was an interesting sight myself. In a club full of kids in jeans, I was an older man dressed in a black Brooks Brothers suit, a black dress shirt, and a silver tie. It was obvious to anyone who knew my lifestyle that I was an upscale dominant who had just found a lovely submissive to chat with. I walked over to meet her.

"Hello there. My name is John. You have that robot dance down to a fine art."

She smiled. "Thank you. My name is Roberta. Not many appreciate that dance anymore, but I like it. It lets me fantasize what it would be like to be totally controlled without a will of my own." She looked away casually, watching the room as though it was her private domain.

I chuckled. "The leather choker on your neck, is that your Master's collar or is it simply a fashion statement?"

She looked up at me, her deep green eyes locked on mine. "What an interesting thing to ask. As of yet, nobody has ever been able to tame me, so I suppose I'd have to call it a fashion statement…for now."

I smiled. She laughed nervously, then blushed. She was clearly intrigued, as was I. The energy between us was palatable.

"Can I buy you a drink?" I offered. She accepted, and we spent the rest of the night dancing and learning about each other. She was a graduate student working on her Masters degree in bio-chemistry. That appealed to me a great deal. There is nothing sexier than a submissive lady who is very smart.

All of this had happened six months ago. Since then, Roberta had signed a slave contract with me and had been in constant training. She was a fast learner, and loved her role as my slave. As it turned out, she wasn't as difficult to tame as she'd thought, and the fashion statement choker had been replaced by a black leather and steel collar complete with a small brass padlock to which only I had the key.

Tonight we'd gone out for dinner, and afterwards, had decided to relax in an upscale nightclub with some friends.

Roberta was dressed in a backless red cocktail dress that featured a wonderful plunging neckline. The flowing hemline was just below her knees and swirled as she walked next to me. As her training had taught her, her place was on my right side, a half step back with her arm in mine. The sexy "fuck me" pumps were the perfect shade of red to match her dress, and she was quite adept at walking gracefully in them. She was a marvelous mix of classy and sexy, and she had an air of confidence that made it clear that she knew how great she looked. Needless to say, Roberta was turning a lot of heads, and it made me proud to own this wonderful girl.

This was a special evening. I'd come up with a fun game between us that we wanted to try out on our friends. Being rather clever with basic electronics, I'd taken a model airplane remote control box, and set it up to control a series of four very small radio controlled vibrator motors that we'd hidden in various places around Roberta's body. The placement was deliberately erotic with one taped on each nipple, one on her clit, and the last one on her anus. In addition, the on/off switch controlled a low current shocking device built into her collar that I'd taken from a dog training collar. This device was not terribly painful, but it wasn't easily ignored either. As an added benefit, the collar had a small red light that blinked when the on switch was thrown.

I came up with the idea of remotely controlling Roberta one night while watching her do her robot dance. It was really quite simple. The nipple vibrators were her indicator to move left or right. The clit vibrator told her to move forward while the anal vibrator moved her backward. We practiced the basic maneuvers for many hours, ultimately mixing it into her robotic dancing. She got quite good at it, and I was delighted with my new toy.

As we were sitting with our friends, I turned to Derek and said, "Would you like to see how I've turned Roberta into a true robot?"

Derek looked up and laughed. "What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"Watch this," I said. I took out a red scarf from my pocket, and tied it around Roberta's eyes. Then I pulled the remote control box out from a small case I'd brought with us. Derek's eyes lit up with amusement and fascination.

I flipped the switch, and a small jolt of current went into Roberta's neck as the collar's light came on and started to blink. She jerked a bit with the shock, then in perfect robot form, she stood up from the table.

As I worked the controls, first to the left, then forward, then to the right and forward again, I moved her to the dance floor. When I had her positioned just where I wanted her, I put the box down, and Roberta started to do her robot dance. As we watched the blindfolded girl with the blinking red light on her collar, she truly appeared to be a dancing robot.

Derek was stunned, his mouth hanging open throughout it all. It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. I picked up the box and handed it to him. "Here. Give it a try yourself."

He smiled, then began to move her around the dance floor. Roberta never missed a beat, reacting flawlessly to the tiny command vibrations. Derek was amazed and wanted to know how it was done. I decided to play with his mind a bit, and told him that as part of her work in bio-chemistry, we'd had radio controlled electrodes implanted in her brain. I had to bite my tongue to keep from giving myself away.

We watched Roberta dance and her moves became more and more sensual. It was obvious to me that the constant stimulation of her nipples, clit, and anus were having an erotic effect on her and it showed in her movements.

About that time, a man behind us who was quite drunk stumbled as he was going past our table. As he fell, his drink spilled over the control box. Suddenly all of the circuits were firing at the same time. I tried to turn it off, but the controls were non-responsive.

I looked up at Roberta as every vibrator on her body suddenly began vibrating in high speed at the same time. She froze in her tracks, not knowing what to do. Then as her erotic bliss took over, she slowly fell to her knees and rolled over onto her back, her hips undulating with the music. Suddenly her back arched upwards as she screamed out in ecstasy. The wetness of her orgasm caused the clit and anal vibrators to short out, and now she was feeling small electrical shocks all along her genitals mixed with the endless vibrations as the motors continued to vibrate. She began a roller coaster ride of one orgasm after another, writhing on the floor as people all around her looked on.

By this time, I had worked my way through the crowd and was at her side. I helped her to her feet, and then walked her on unsteady legs out of the club. When we got out to the car, I removed each of the still vibrating motors. By this time, she'd had dozens of orgasms, and was totally exhausted.

The next day, Derek called me to ask if I could wire his girl up to be his robot the way I'd done Roberta. I just laughed and hung up.