Ballerina In Bondage

An eBook By Arika Lee.

Her eyes lowered apologetically and she removed her underwear. She dropped to the hardwood floor to put on her pointes. I could see a nicely trimmed pussy pouting below a well-toned tummy. Her smallish breasts were capped with pointy, rose coloured strawberries.

I bit my lower lip to take my mind off my desire to taste them. She glanced up and noticed my examination of her. I made no effort to hide my blatant interest. She blushed and turned away.

"Right! Go to the barre and commence with the plié.

Fifteen minutes worth, please." I ordered.

Lucinda moved to the barre and took up the exercise. A progressively deeper bending of the knees, with the legs turned out and the heels maintaining their contact with the floor. She was facing the mirrored wall and could see that my attention was focused on the smooth rise and fall of her heart-shaped bottom. I brought a gold compact from the pocket of my slacks and opened it. I placed it on the floor just behind her heels. Each descent caused the delicate petals of her young cunt to part, revealing its coral interior.

She glanced down and blushed furiously as she realized what I was seeing. I saw a question forming on her lips but a stern look quelled it.

I worked her until she was limber enough to bounce off her heels. A thin sheen of perspiration glistened on her. I ordered her away from the barre and called for a long series of ciseaux. These are jumps where one’s legs open and close like the blades of a pair of scissors. Her nipples bobbed beautifully with every leap, while as in the previous exercise, her pussy continued to wink at me. The girl was very fit. She went a long time before her breathing became laboured and the sweat actually ran.

I instructed her to give me a side attitude. A pose, on balance, similar to an arabesque but instead of being held out straight, the raised leg is bent with the toe pointing down. I made her hold the pose until her working leg began to tremble. In this position her cunt gaped and I was sure she could see its pink smile in the surrounding mirrors. I moved to her and steadied her with a hand on her sternum, just below those tempting breasts. My other hand took hold of the inside of her thigh. With pressure at both points, I was able to slightly elevate her posture. I moved my lips to her ear.

"Is it painful yet, Lucinda?" I asked in a whisper.

"Yes." She answered through gritted teeth.

"You must smile and look serene. The audience must never suspect that it hurts. You must maintain the illusion of being lighter than air. Now, I shall attempt to distract you and I will send more pain coursing through you...but you must ignore it and smile."

Lucinda blinked bravely back at me in understanding. The thumb and forefinger of my right hand captured one of her nipples and ever so slowly, I applied pressure to it. My left hand meanwhile began to stroke the edges of her sweat slicked pussy. Her smile took on a frozen cast and her brow furrowed in concentration.

I pinched down on her little nubbin even harder, while my fingers insinuated themselves past the folds of her cunt. Discovering that her hymen was still intact sent a thrill racing through my loins. Eighteen years old and still a virgin!

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