A friend of mine asked me the other day, if I wanted to come to her ballet rehearsal. Not being one to turn down a huge opportunity to see a lot of girls, wearing leotards and pantyhose up close, I said “yes”.
I soon realized that ballet just wasn’t my thing, leotards or not. It was actually quite boring seeing them strutting around, waving their arms and legs about, while a woman, who looked like she was born in the stone-age or something, hammered away at a piano.
Eventually, the teacher (or whatever she was called, I’m just going to keep calling her teacher) stopped the rehearsal, and said: “You’re all supposed to be natives, dancing around a pole. Right? Well, you’re doing a fine job of it, and I’m very pleased with all of you, but there’s something missing. Don’t you think so? In the next room, there is a pole. Bring it in here and start from the top.”A couple of the girls went and got it, and they started again.
Meanwhile, the teacher had moved about the room, and was now, for whatever reason, standing behind my back.
She suddenly my shoulder in a viselike grip, and yanked me to my feet. “Here girls,” she proclaimed;”here’s something else to make this a bit more realistic. Tie him to the pole, and pretend he’s a prisoner of war, or something.”
All the girls quickly surrounded me, and dragged me to the pole. Some of them pushed me up against it, and held me there, while some of the others (among them my friend) got some rope from a cupboard. I swiftly and snugly had my hands tied behind the pole, while more rope secured my chest, waist, knees and ankles to it. Two bandanas were tied around my head; as a blindfold, and as a gag, and cotton swabs were put in my ears, to block out almost every sound. So, there I stood; deaf, silenced, unable to hear or to move an inch, and surrounded by girls supposing to be natives who had captured an enemy.
Judging by the tremors in the floor, they all soon started dancing. All of a sudden, I felt someone gently kicking me on my knee. That kick was soon followed by much harder ones, and not just to one of my knees, but just about everywhere from my waist down, narrowly missing all sensitive parts (thank God for that, because the kicks got harder and harder as time went on).
As if they all, collectively and suddenly, got tired of just kicking me here, there and just about everywhere, I felt a hand landing in my cheek. They had, apparently, decided it wasn’t enough just to kick me, now they wanted to slap my face as well! Pretty soon, the slaps weren’t limited to my face, but to my chest and tummy as well (it’s a good thing I have a well-toned one and not saggy). Don’t get me wrong, the slaps weren’t hard or anything, there were just a lot of them, as with the kicks.
After having endured that for a while, I was untied, but my gag, blindfold nor earplugs were taken away. Instead, I was grabbed by the arms, and led to another room, which I could sense was much larger. I was stripped of my shirt, before being gently forced to lie down, on what felt like a trolley, or something. My hands were tied separately above my head, as far apart as possible, and my trousers were removed. My legs were also tied as far apart as possible, leaving me tied in an X-shape, with nothing on except a pair of shorts with Scooby Doo-prints on them. A rope was tied over my hips, making me unable to move. Then, nothing happened for quite a while.
Sometime later, I was wheeled way a short distance, I couldn’t tell if they had started dancing again because of the swabs in my ears, but I suddenly felt something soft and feathery touching my left side. Soon, that soft and feathery thing was all over my body, from the soles of my feet, to my hair-line, driving me insane!
I had almost passed out by the time it stopped. I was again wheeled away, my feet were released, and my trousers put back on. As soon as my hands were released I sat up, and my shirt was put into my hands. When I tried to take away the gag and blindfold, I was stopped by slaps on my hands, but I managed to put it on anyway. My hands were tied together in front of me, and I was lead away. Judging by the cool air on my face, I was being taken outside, and on a fairly long walk.
As soon as I was able to, I ripped the blindfold off and took out the earplugs, only to discover I was back inside my friends’ house, her standing beside me still dressed in a leotard and pantyhose.
“Did you have fun? I certainly had!” she asked, with a grin stretching from ear to ear.
I only grunted, and went home, slamming the door shut on the way out. It wasn’t until I was back at my place, I discovered I was still gagged.