Find a buxom wench to try your power on

From Create Your Own Story

As you walk out into the sunlight from the fortune teller's tent, you start to wonder if that really just happened. Maybe you're asleep and this is all just a dream? After a moment of reflection you decide it really doesn't matter. If you are dreaming, then there are no real consequences for your actions and you can do whatever you want. If you aren't dreaming, and you really have the ability to get people to do whatever you want them to...then you can get people to do whatever you want them to!! The thought that you might actually have the power to control anyone--like every beautiful woman that is walking past you right now--makes your cock twitch. You need to try this thing again and see if it really works. As you wander around the renaissance festival grounds, you start to look in earnest for your next test subject. Finally you spot one, like a lion spotting a lone gazelle, off on her own and vulnerable. She is a short, curvy young woman in her early 20's. Her dark hair is done up in some sort of medieval headdress, and her huge breasts seem to be barely contained by the corset of her costume. She appears to be the lone operator of a food stand that sells pickles and Scotch eggs. The stand is actually just one section of several in a long building. Several of the other stands have lines of at least a few people, your the buxom young woman you are watching is currently alone. You stride confidently toward her, and she smiles at you with large, doe eyes.

"Greetings, my Lord. How art thou?" she says as you approach.

"I am fantastic," you say. "What's your name."

"My name is Natalie," she replies. "What is your name, my Lord?"

Ignoring her question, you say "I see you sell large pickles.

"Why yes, my Lord," she replies. "We have the largest pickles in the kingdom."

"Would you like to see my pickle?" you ask.

The young wench looks embarrassed and clearly doesn't know how to respond. "Umm...excuse me?" she finally says.

"I would love to show you my pickle," you tell her.

"Uh...no thank you," she says uncomfortably.

You smile at her and say, "Why don't you take me in back of your little shop and let me stick my pickle in you."

She seems to be passing from embarrassment to annoyance, and replies with an edge in her voice. "Listen, mister," she says. I have a boyfriend and am not into old guys. Maybe you've had a bit too much ale today. I think you go walk it off."

You continue to smile at her for a minute, then say the magic phrase, "Doar spune da."

Young Natalie looks you up and down, then lifts the counter hatch to let you into her shop and says, "I'd like to show you something, my Lord. Please, come with me."

You walk into the small stand and follow her as she passes through a heavy curtain into a back room. Roughly the size of a large closet, it's basically a combination storage and prep room, with an exit out the back. When you are both past the curtain and in the small room, Natalie turns to face you.

"Please show me your big pickle, my Lord," she says. She reaches up and puts both hands behind your head, pulling your face to hers. Natalie gives you a deep, passionate kiss.