One of my favorite times of the day is after a long day of rehearsing, before my fellow dancers clear out of the studio.
I'll be breathless, sore, spent and drenched in perspiration at this point, however, it's still one of the moments I most look forward to. My fellow dancers are all young, strong and fit, however, after hours of rehearsals, my fellow dancers are even more exquisite to look at. Everywhere you look there's a sea of beautiful bodies covered in sweat, spandex clinging like a second skin, every perfect curve showing underneath the thin clinging fabric, the shapes of young, perfectly-sculpted buttocks clearly outlined. The tight spandex reveals so much at this point, everyone might as well be naked.
Even the look of weariness and surrender on their faces after enduring hours of strict, imperious, demanding chorography somehow makes them look more captivating and attractive.
Of course, of all the dancers at the Chandler Theatre, Darya is my obvious favorite to gaze upon. She has a face like Jennifer Lawrence and the svelte, graceful, toned body of a ballerina. Her legs are perfectly sculpted, especially her thighs. And she had a wonderfully delicious derriere that would make Scarlett Johansson jealous.
When Darya turned around, the view was still impressive. The woman's entire body was sculpted and graceful. She had a slender waist, a taut, concave belly and firm, round breasts. And even though she was wearing a bra, I could see the outline of her nipples, straining against the thin fabric of her leotard.
Her intense eyes focused on me, Darya gracefully padded over to me, leaned in intimately close and whispered softly in my ear, "Scott, did your mother never tell you it is impolite to stare at a lady's breasts?"
"Sorry," I whispered back, "The way your nipples were pushing against the fabric of your leotard, it's like they were calling out my name and demanding I pay attention to them."
She sighed softly and then whispered, "Scott, you are a very foolish boy."
I didn't have a ready response for that, so I just nodded in silent agreement. Compared to Darya, I wasn't very bright or sophisticated.
Then she leaned in even closer and whispered in my ear, "Shower, get clean and smelling nice and be at my apartment door tonight between 7:15 and 7:30. I have a third test for you. If you pass, you will be one quarter of the way to victory."
Several weeks earlier I had entered into a pact with Darya. She said that if I could show myself to be humble and self-sacrificing, she would agree to become my girlfriend.
By the terms of our agreement, Darya would give me twelve difficult tests, each one more difficult than the one that came before, however, if I passed all twelve, I would have proven myself. At that point, Darya would become more than just one of my fellow dancers. She would become my loving, affectionate and libidinous girlfriend.
My heart soared at Darya's invitation. I grabbed my dance bag and hurried back to my apartment to get ready.
Advil and a hot shower helped to deal with the pain of long, grueling hours of dance rehearsals. Then I dried off and dressed in clothes that were comfortable, but not rumpled-looking. Based on Darya's previous tests, I wouldn't be wearing clothes for very long, still, I didn't want her to think I was some sort of disheveled bum.
Coffee and food helped me to recover my vitality, and at 7:20 that evening, I knocked on the door to Darya's apartment.
"You are brave boy, Scott," Darya said when she let me into her apartment, "After the first two tests, I wasn't certain that you would have the courage to face what I might do to you next."
Darya was my blonde goddess. Her exquisite beauty filled my dreams at night while I slept, and I thought about her chronically throughout my day. She had totally bewitched me. My passion for her would get me through any tests she had. No matter how perilous the challenge, I would face it. She was that alluring to me.
Of course, Darya had me strip naked as soon as I was in her apartment. Darya made it very clear that our relationship could not be one of equals. I would be naked while she would remain fully-clothed. That was one of the ways that I would have to prove my willingness to be humble and self-sacrificing.
"And fold clothes neatly," Darya told me once I was naked, "My apartment is neat and organized. I will not have your clothes making mess on my floor."
I folded my clothes and left them in a neat, organized pile, and stood up, waiting to see what Darya would ask of me next.
"There is now uniform, you must wear," Darya informed me, "You will stand there and cooperate as I put it on you."
Darya had never mentioned a uniform before, so I was temporarily confused. I thought Darya preferred me to be naked. I was perplexed as to why she would want me to cover up my nudity.
I soon discovered that covering up my nudity was hardly what Darya had in mind.
There was a leather collar buckled around my neck and leather cuffs buckled around my wrists and ankles. There were stainless-steel D-rings attached to the collar and cuffs to make it easy to restrain me whenever she felt like it.
Being naked while she was fully-clothed made me feel slightly vulnerable, however knowing that she could use these D-rings to make me helpless anytime she felt like it made me feel even
more
vulnerable. My breathing quickened and my heart beat faster at the very thought of it.
"Now, go over to that couch," Darya commanded me, "put your head down, get your ass up and spread your legs well apart."
I wasn't certain what Darya had in mind, however, her orders put me in a very defenseless position with my ass, cock, balls and anus all very much unprotected and available. Darya could hurt and molest me in a number of very cruel ways while I was in that position. My heart beat even faster as I considered the possibilities.
Strangely, my cock throbbed almost as intensely as my heart. It was almost as if my feelings of fear and helplessness were stimulating my libido and making my cock excited.
"I will need to lubricate your asshole before inserting the next part of your uniform," Darya informed me, "Do not move, and do not tighten your sphincter muscle."
I obediently remained bent over with my legs spread indecently wide. Darya took her time, making me feel more nervous and humiliated while I anticipated what she was going to do to my vulnerable anus.
The lubricating gel Darya used on my anal opening was cold and Darya's fingers were strong and insistent. I remained as silent as I could while Darya applied copious amounts of cold, oily lubricant. She thrust her fingers unceremoniously into my anus and I reflexively groaned as her fingers probed and twisted around inside of me.
I gritted my teeth and tried to keep my anus from tightening. My body's normal reflex would be to tense up and close my sphincter muscle tight, however, Darya's orders forbade me from doing that.
Darya thrust her fingers inside of me, lubricated me thoroughly and used her strong fingers to pry me open. Eventually, she became satisfied that my anal cavity had been sufficiently coated with sexual lubricant, and she impaled my poor, sensitive anal cleft with a large butt-plug.
Darya pushed it in slowly, gradually and with relentless pressure. I gasped and whimpered, but she eventually got it all the way in. I felt somewhat embarrassed as I trembled and moaned, however once it was inside, I relaxed somewhat, thinking (or hoping) that the worst of it was over.
"You may stand up now, Scott," Darya told me, and then she held up an unfamiliar device, allowing me to see it before I was made to wear it.
It looked like a series of small, black, leather straps that had been connected to each other. I was utterly clueless as to what it might be used for.
"This is a cock and ball harness," Darya explained, "It goes tightly around the base of your cock and scrotum. It traps blood and keeps your cock from going soft. You will cross your wrists behind your back and hold still while I put it on you."
She looked utterly sweet and enticing as she said it, like some exquisite sex goddess come to Earth. Obediently, I crossed my wrists behind my back and allowed Darya to do whatever she wanted to my cock.
I was already semi-erect at this point, however, that wasn't good enough for Darya. She wanted me fully-erect before she bound her leather straps around my cock and balls.
Using more lubricant, she grabbed my penis in her hands and proceeded to oil the head and shaft. She spent a great deal of time polishing the bulbous head of my cock, rubbing it until I moaned. She squeezed my cock tightly and twisted it around. She was rough in the way that she handled my cock, then gentle, then rough again.
Darya seemed to be an expert on the ways of handling the male anatomy. My cock responded to her ministrations by throbbing, pulsing and becoming fully, embarrassingly erect. And when my cock was so hard that it began to ache with urgent sexual need, Darya fitted one of the leather straps tightly around the base of my cock and a metal snap was snapped shut, locking the strap around my male anatomy. Then, she lifted my balls, pulled them forward and encircled a leather strap securely around the base of my ball sack and snapped that strap tightly shut as well.
As Darya promised, this device trapped copious amounts of blood in my cock and scrotum and made certain that there was no way for my cock to go soft. My cock was now painfully swollen, reddened and larger than I'd ever seen it before.
"Now, your erection will last until I decide that these straps may come off," Darya announced imperiously.
"Mistress, is this my third test?" I asked, thinking that there was no way that one of Darya's tests could be this easy. Wearing this "uniform" made me feel objectified, vulnerable and exposed, however, Darya's tests were usually a much greater ordeal than this.
"No, Scott," Darya said flatly, "This is not your third test."
She gave me a look that seemed to suggest I was a fool for even asking such a question, and then she added, "For your third test I am sharing you with one of my friends. I put you in this uniform, so you are presentable, and it is obvious that you are here to be exploited and objectified."
