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The Ballerina
The Ballerina
by Wyld 'head up' she thought as she help her position, high on her toes, ankles crossed and her fingers lightly resting on the bar. 'it's lower than it should be' a thought frequently repeated after its discovery a few days ago, 'just for me'. It was, just as the music room had been remodeled as a dance studio, additional equipment for the gym and the suite redecorated, to high light a long list. Even meals, as if the cook read her mind, a ravenous though fickle appetite. her Patron left her needing for nothing. Except. Except a certain feeling. The one dancing no longer gave her. With a quick catch of breat she spun , dropped and hopped back onto her toes. No longer did her legs shake from that manuver, nor did she feel fire in her feet. 'Good' she thought as a scent invaded her next breath. It struck her as strong. Powerful, sexy. and very masculine. The scent of man. Man that could make a woman feel delicate and desirable. Her eyes snapped open in wonder. Why would she smell such a scent? the reflection in the mirror told her why. Her Patron standing just behind her. "What was wrong? Am I too high of maintenance?' His eyes fixed on hers and her heart stopped. "Barely started and already at your difficulties." His voice crept into her ear. A chilling voice. I f ice could speak it would sound like Him. Holding her breath, "impressive," he said and she blushed. "That pleases You," she asked softly. "You please Me," He answered cooly. Her blush deepened and something inside her...clicked. "I try," she whispered. His shoulders moved slightly as she felt something slide around her waist. "Do you now," He asked but not actually of her. 'What's happening' she asked inside her mind but couldn't let the words out of her mouth as something drew taut and her flat stomach was pressed to the bar, then her wrists were tied behind her back. something similar to ribbon held her there. Ribbon like the kind wrapped around her ankles used to hold her toe shoes to her feet. 'Why? Why am I tied like this?' she thought frantically but still couldn't find the voice to utter the words and more ribbons tethered her ankles apart to the wall. Heart racing and blood burning through her body she shivered not knowing what was to become of her."perhaps just alittle tighter.' where had that thought come from she wonder in half panic. Her hearing keyed then locked to his voice, mummuring things to her. how she was so beautiful and gracefull whilst His hands started raoming her body. never being touch in this way before she startled but the ribbons held. She was there, and going to be there til he decided otherwise. 'good' another alien thought slid through her mind again. where are these thoughts coming from? she asked herself as His hand gripped the ponytail of her hair and pulled slowly back to Him. "wait...what if someone should see them like this? a maid, or butler even her dance mistress?' she thought desperately. "all the better," a small voice whimpered. She gasped. that voice. It wasn't His. In horror she realized, it was her very own. "Please," she whispered, her voice small and sounding very far away, like not her own,"please." His lips brushed hers and her mouth opened on it own and finding a kiss awaiting it. Sweet, forceful and so very very delicious a kiss as finger tightened at the neck of her leotard. it was pink, the only time she wore it was for practice. A quick jerkand it ripped downward andsomething stirred deep within her. Low inside her in a place she was not very familiar with though she never her body and its quirks like no other. she felt a wetness start between her legs and opened her eyes wider and looked into the reflections. In her eyes was something she couldn't define. An almost dream like expression but her eyes, they blazed with a fire she'd never seen in them before and the strange feeling started moving within her..heating her. Like the fire in her eyes the warth spread, through her lower body moving downward and up simultaneously. His lips moved to her cheek then her ear and onto her neck then she felt teeth. His teeth, grazing her skin. her perfectly unmarred skin was about to be marked by his mouth. His lust. and she wanted it to be. shivering but not from the cold and not necessarily from fear she felt Him bite then suck at her neck marking her as His and she bent to give Him ease. Her nipples had swelled and harden into tight bud that now were aching. When his fingers lightly trailed across fire arced across her breast and it felt good. so good. She mewed in protest, wanting more. His fingers again trailed across them as if He read her mind then cupped one squeezing gently. remembering the sensation of Him suckling at her neck she wanted that same feeling on her breasts, it would feel good she instinctively knew. maybe ...between her legs would too. at the thought the area there flooded. she was soaked with her own juices. She knew of other girls that had said it felt marvelous for someone to kiss and lick there. She'd scoffed at them, called them sluts for doing such things though here she was wanting the very same. No. She couldn't be like that. She was a Prima. 'And a slut ,too' the thought blared in her mind as finger brushed against the soaked material of the leotard between her legs and she moaned. "More" she begged not knowing exactly what more she wanted, only that she wanted it. Another quick jerk and the wet leotard tore away from between her legs revealing her slick center."Yes! More! Please more!' she cried in frustration. never being with a man before left her unknowing what to do..what she wanted or how to get it, but this man. Her Patron knew. He could give her what she wanted. He could teach her that which would complete her..the feeling..this was it.. forgotten so long ago she almost didn't recognize it but she remembered when His finger touch her wetness. Her body felt as if it caught fire and she cried out from the pleasure> Straining against the ribbons holding her inplace she moved what little she could toward his fingers to get more of that pleasure they brought. The tip of a finger slid in and it felt incredible but not enough. "please" she begged breathlessly> Deeper it slid into her then stopped at a barrier. Her hymen. the one thing that stood literally between her and womanhood. the last remaining reminder of her youth. the essence of girlishness. and it was in the way of what she wanted...opening her eyes again she looked into the reflection of his in the mirror,"please...you have to." a slight movemeent behind her and she felt something press against her small bottom the urge of nature itself rolled her hips back as far as her bonds permitted. something pushed against her slick folds then entered. stretching her. she felt being torn apart and it wasn't enough."More" she cried then felt the barrier touched again. "Now....please...now....you have to....you have to!!!" almost screaming she begged. "Take it... please take it" tears forming she knew the feeling would be hers if He did."Take what," He hissed."what is it that you want Me to take ?" She struggled for the words and knew he would only do it after she said it. "Virginity...take my virginity away, please."she begged sealing her fate. White hot pain sped through her and a scream lodged in her throat as the barrier of her innocence gave way to his thrust and settled fully into her depth. Finally witha gasp of breath the tears that had formed streamed down her cheeks, the waves of sensation started to ebb and a low moan escaped her lips. As if that sound were the signal; He then withdrew slightly then pushed back in bring the dull ache to an end and small ripples of pleasure moved through her body from that very spot. a soft sigh urged Him on. Thrusting into her he found a rythym that threatened to shatter her sanity . Her gasps and moans were mixed with babbles of nonsense as she tried to speak of the waves of pleasure she rode within her own body. till the edge was reached. Her cries sharpenedwith her quick breaths as He rode her over the edge. Like riding a tornado through an abyss her climax possessed her giving voice to its sensation, like an angel being born. through the confusion of her senses gave way to the sound of His groan and her body responded tightening on the inside. His possessive growl echoed as He flooded her depths nudging against her womb while she marveled at herself milking his length inside her and crying out for more. finally her world spun off its axis and she purred then all went dark as she slipped into unconsciousness being held only by the delicate bonds that still held her fast. ' this was it....the feeling," she thought stirring as she was being carried down a hallway and smiled. fully awake again when she was laid down upon the floor she no longer cared where she was as the sound of water running into a tub drew her back to the here and now momentarily. a soft contented sound escaped her as the rest of her dance clothes where taken off of her then she was picked up again and lain in the warm, bubbly water of the tub. she breathed deep the jasmine scent of her bath and reveled as she was bathed gently and slow. "You are mine now, little ballerina. I'll take My pleasure from your body," He said possessively. " I am your prima sir, i am here for your pleasure alone, she said breathlessly, and kissed him whispering ,"forever." "Forever," he echoed delving into the kiss starting a shared life. The End
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