She led me down a long corridor. I didn't mind that that it was a long walk as she led the way and I loved looking at her ass sway in her black catsuit that clung to her glutes and like a second skin. Knowing that she didn't mind me looking I relished looking without fear of being ogling or staring.
She led me into a large room that was furnished with soft inviting dark blue velvet couches and chairs, dimly lit, dark walls, with highlight lighting on a large wall sized map.
"This is Ballet Land," she said pointing to the map. "You're in the entry corridor, once we get appropriate costumes for you'll enter here," she said, pointing to a spot on the map.
The map was like a gigantic sized theme park with different 'lands', all themed around famous ballets. There was Nutcracker Land, Gisselle Land, Cinderella Land, The Pharaoh's Daughter, and a every other classic ballet I knew and I knew them all. There was also one called "Black and White" which she said was a tights and leotards ballet. Each Ballet Land had a stage, a studio and large land behind the stage. She told me that beyond the stage the fantasy land continued like real life magical landscape where I could go into rooms of houses, taverns and other places that were normally just stage scenery in ballets. In other words, if I was on the set of Don Quixote, there would be a real village behind the set.
"You can go anywhere you'd like in Ballet Land," she said "and do anything you like with anyone who consents. Keep in mind everyone who is here wants to be here and loves tights, ballet, leotards and the sensual feeling it creates. We're from all over the world from all times and places."
"But where is here!" I said, full of wonder.
"Like I said, Ballet Land, it's a magical world that exists behind the veil of the everyday world, like the fairy kingdoms in old fairy tales. It's another dimension outside the space and time of the every day world," she replied.
"Don't ask why you are here," she said holding up her hand and anticipating the question I was about to ask, "only enjoy that you are here and that you can join the living fantasy of all the ballets you love. There are only a few rules you have to follow. Do you want to proceed? If not I can send you back to the everyday world you were in."
I enthusiastically nodded yes.
"Good," she said, "Here are the rules. I am your fairy guide. I won't be around all the time, but I can come any time you want. I might sometimes appear with suggestions and prompts."
"Second, you must always be in ballet costumes or rehearsal gear. We'll take care of your clothes in a minute," she said, looking at my street clothes.
I had no problem agreeing with this. I had long fantasized and wondered what it would be like to wear ballet tights, being that I admired how women looked in them and I secretly coveted to wear the mens costumes and be admired in them the way women were.
"Third, everyone here wants to be here, and everyone shares. If someone asks to smell or touch you, allow them to, and everyone will allow you to as well. You don't have to have sex with people but everyone agrees to gentle touching and smelling. However we never to this on stage, in class or during a performance, only in private off stage or in the rooms going off the sets. The only exception is your fairy guide. Smelling my tights is only allowed at the beginning, thats what started your spell and called me over, but you never sexually touch your fairy guide or the spell will be broken. I might touch you but only to guide you. Is that okay?" she said.
I again replied yes, at the time I only was thinking about how nice it would be to touch the women and well, if one wanted touch me that would be great.
"Lastly, and most important of all," she said getting a little more stern, "I am your fairy guide. If I command you to do something you must do it. I will never ask you to do anything you don't like but you must trust me. I have watched you in the real world and I know there are things you desire but somehow think they are wrong or weird. So when I command you must obey. If you don't want this, say so you don't, and you will transported back to your own world."
I wasn't really thinking at the time but this world was so fantastic, I was almost in a trance and I nodded my head yes.
"A nod is not enough, you must say you will obey whatever I command," she said quietly but firmly.
"Yes, I will obey your every command," I said. I immediately felt a wild rush of both sensuality and excitement. Strange as it sounded, my willingness to submit to her wishes felt more freeing.
"Good," she said smiling and taking my hand, "Come with me, let's get you out of those restricting clothes into something a little more comfortable."
She led me into a large room filled with racks and racks of clothing. It was almost the size of a small warehouse. Several long rows of racks had hundreds of different costume tops for men, and there were rows and rows of tights and mens unitards and leotards of all shapes and sizes. There were also high cubicle shelves filled with ballet slippers and character boots of all colors and sizes.
"There is so much to choose from," she said as she quickly flipped through the tops and pulled various ones off the rack building up a pile on table nearby. She then went to the tights section and did the same, I noticed tights of all colors on the table. They were quickly joined by several leotards and finally she went to the shelves and came back with several pairs of slippers and boots.
"Oh we must not forget these," she said, reaching in a drawer. "You don't have to wear these all the time, only for practice and performances," she said placing a half dozen dance belts black, white and nude on the table.
"Performance?!" I exclaimed. "Look I love looking at ballet but I have never been to a class," I protested.
