## weekend of ballet girl power (f/m)

Post by john4711 » Sun Jul 20, 2014 7:36 am

This is a sequel of my story "ballet is a real sport in the end" (./viewtopic.php?f=12&t=22369).
However, I repeat anything necessary to follow this continuation.
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The night she overpowered me and that made me realize her superiority, was my last night with a free will. From this night on my will was replaced by her scent and image in my mind.
This night was a Thursday night. Friday morning we had to go to school (we were 18). I spent the night tied to her bed. She had me under control all the time. I had no chance to "disburden" myself of the arousal she had planted into my body and especially into my "little warrior", as she called him. What's more, I did not want to lose it; not for anything in the world. I was electrified. I looked at a life at her feet. And she made me love her feet, their scent after she came back from ballet, so very much that there could be nothing better than kissing her feet over and over again.
Her parents still were not at home. They would not return before Sunday evening. Needless to say I wanted to stay at her, alone with her, from the moment school ended this Friday on for the whole weekend. Luckily, this was exactly what she had told me to do. I was sure she would tie me up again. And that she would make me feel that I was hers, and hers alone. This Friday I could not focus on anything else. I thought about telling my friends that I was my girlfriend's slave now. But I did not do it. Maybe I thought that this would be kind of embarrassing. Maybe they would not understand. But mostly there just was no opportunity offering itself. And did not want to just say: "Hey, you know what happened yesterday? You won't believe it, but my girlfriend overpowered me, tied me up and made me her slave. I mean really her slave. Literally. I even had to kiss her feet. Isn't that great?" I think that would have been a little too personal...
Anyway, that day went by and finally I could go to her house. I rang the bell and my heart beat like a double bass drum gone wild.
She opened the door and there she was. Well, I had seen her that day before, of course. I woke up at her house. She had to untie me from her bed to allow me to go to school. And now I was back.
Too bad that she did not wear her sports outfit. I loved the way the tight stretch revealed the perfect shape of her body and I loved the scent of her sweat in the slightly shining nylon fabric and, of course, her socks. Anyway, she wore some black cloth pants that were tight enough to stage her amazing legs, too. They were probably kind of stretchy, too. Also, the white tank top she had on ended just over the waistband so that a pink belt and its small metal-buckle showed up. Together with her hair being tightly tied to the back into a queue that outfit made her look pretty feminine and kind of tough and strict at the same time. Last but not least she was wearing a black and white cap that somehow emphasized her bangs and made her seem even more beyond my reach.
"Heyyy", she smiled.
She closed the door and then she looked at me quite expectantly. At least for me it seemed expectantly.
"Hi."
I would have loved to say something like "Oh, my goddess" and immediately fall to my knees, but somehow I did not have this in me. At least, not as yet.
She still smiled. But now with a look that was nearly lascivious.
I tried my best to act like there was nothing special to be expected. I passed her and headed for the steps that would lead to her room. The corridor was wide enough to lay there with stretched arms and therefore being pinned down. Somehow I had to make her "attack" me so I could fall...
I turned my head to her, looked like I was wondering why she did not silently follow me, and said: "You alright, babe?"
"Wow, you little wannabe macho are trying to be rebellious, huh?"
"What if?"
"That does not quite hit the spot when one is weaker than his own girlfriend."
I tried to grin. "Well, I won't even try to question that you can make and have made me your b*tch. But that's purely se*ual. I'm not actually 'weaker', you know?"
Now she grinned, too. I guess we both just thought: "Got you where I want you."
It was a matter of seconds and just a few spoken words that probably contained "ballet", "sport", "girl" and "show you" until I laid on the floor with her standing or crouching or sitting above me trying to get me into a position that would render me completely helpless.
I struggled as best as I could. When I tried to free one arm, the other one disappeared under her legs. When I caprioled and tried to buck her off, My second arm disappeared under her other leg and her seat on my chest just became more secure. When I tried to move my upper arms and my fingers tried to wriggle themselves out of hers, she grabbed my wrists instead and leaned herself on them nailing my upper arms down on the floor. When I tried to let my head slide away under her, I just nestled up to her legs and crotch helping her to closely surround and trap me, taking away from me the last bit of mobility. When I tried to roll around to get her off me, I felt that I was too weak and that she could already allow herself to "punish" me with a pat on my cheek without chancing me to break free: I felt a slap and my wrist clasped by her hand again in the very same second.
My legs continued my struggle, but to no avail. Quite the opposite, once I raised my thigh too much she suddenly hit it with an elbow, causing me a surprisingly violent pain. Again my wrist was immediately clasped and she just ordered:
"Stop floundering!"
From then on I laid as still as I could.
She took of her cap and laid it on my face, turning my world black but invaded by her scent.
"What in the world am I going to do with you", I heard her sigh.
"Love me?", I suggested.
Unfortunately I could not see the expression on her face. But I felt one of my wrists being released again. That did not change anything about me being absolutely helpless, but it promised to be touched somewhere else soon. And indeed, I felt her hand crawling and patting and stroking my crotch, and I was immediately submissively dependent on her and her fingers.
"That depends on whether you can admit that you're weaker than your girlfriend."
Maybe to assure myself that it was OK I tried to move my upper body again and immediately felt the inviolable limitedness of my prison under and between her legs.
"I admit you're stronger. I'm obviously", with that I unsuccessfully tried to twitch again, "no match for you."
Before I could finish my recent submission she already had made my little warrior stand at attention, waiting for her orders just as eagerly as the rest of my body did.
After I was done acknowledging her superiority once again, she took her cap off my face and placed it back on her head. Even though my wrists were free while she placed the cap right, I could do nothing but admiringly look up at her and was completely captivated by just watching every of her movements. Being held captive just by her legs felt so humiliatingly wrong that it still was the most fascinating thing I've ever experienced. And it was addictive. Every second I was not in that position I dreamed of being in that position again. Especially since she connected this feeling with the intense arousal caused by the stroking at my crotch. Right now, it was deeply ingrained in me that being aroused was the same as being at my girlfriend's mercy and her faithful servant.
I knew that we would not be laying here all day, but still I was a little disappointed as she stood up without saying or doing anything. I just hoped that it would not be long until I would be at her mercy again.
As it was clear that she expected me to stand up, too, I just did. While I moved myself through the air of her corridor I felt some traces of her warmth and her scent on my body and clothes and contently inhaled whatever found its way to my nose.
She smoothed her hair queue as I finally stood tall. She again had that lascivious look. It seemed like she gave me a wink and in a way as if she generously allowed me something that all boys crave for, she said:
"Say it."
I was not completely sure what she was up to. But there was only one thing that seemed appropriate now:
"You're a goddess."
She grinned, winningly and very content. "And?", she asked with a challenging voice.
"I'm your slave."
"Yes, you are", she said and threw her arms around my neck and gave me an intense kiss on my lips, and either she raised herself on tiptoes, or I was standing there with bended knees or back, in any case I remember clearly how she looked down at me, her face just inches in front of mine, as she said: "Hope you're excited. This weekend is going to be so much fun."
I inhaled her voice, her breath and her scent. She just had to touch me. She did not even had to touch me. I just had to see her, or smell her, and she already had me.
"Will you tie me up?" That totally sounded like asking for a favor. And that is what I had done. I just had missed out the "please".
She gently caressed my cheek. "You can't wait to be at my mercy again, huh?"
"Oh, I am all the time."
She smiled. "And still you want me to show you your place here, don't you?"
"Pathetic, huh?"
Her smile became more sympathetic and at the same time I felt her fingers crawling at my crotch. "No, you're just a boy who's seriously horny. With other words: Just a boy."
Of course the jumping movements in my pants proved her right. And it felt so good. Since I had to go home last night I had been longing for this feeling to seize my mind and body again. And now it was back it was even more overwhelming than it was in my recollection.
We went into her room. I thought about throwing myself on her bed in the hope she would tie me to it again, but that would somehow have seemed like I was controlling what would happen and that just seemed wrong to me. So I just stood there and awaited her "orders".
She took a seat on her desk chair, crossed her legs and looked at me standing there.
"Why do you just stand there all dressed up and with nowhere to go?"
"Don't know", was my very intelligent answer.
"Awaiting orders?", she guessed right and grinned.
"Actually", I tried to say something clever, but I had to grin too and just said: "Yes".
Her grinning became a little broader. "Well, OK. Heel!", she ordered deliberately strict and pointed at her feet.
That was a little degrading but still I was excited. Without saying anything I sat down at her feet.
She then pointed below her desk accompanied by a "Down!"
I moved where she pointed and laid down on my back. Then I felt one of her feet laying and slightly pressing on my crotch, while the heel of the other foot rested on my chest with the toes playing with my chin and sometimes even with my lips. I think she turned to her PC, but I could no longer see anything above her waist. However, her legs and her feet were more than enough to keep me busy.
"You can stroke my feet for a while. When I'm satisfied with your service I may tie you up."
Again this was a little degrading. Not only that I had to crawl at her feet and caress them. That it obviously was an appropriate reward for me to be tied up by her, to be at her mercy even more, proved once more that my mental state was past all hope. And how appropriate this reward really was, was revealed once more as the bulge in my crotch nervously jumped, as if by command, against her foot that was resting on it while she said the magic words "tie you up".
Needless to say that I caressed her feet very carefully. Sometime I even pulled off her socks so I could kiss her bare feet here and there. Nearly all the time she had one of her feet resting on my crotch. And all the time my body clearly signaled her that I still liked my new found position very much.
After a while she moved her chair so that she could see me. She smiled. I don't know what she had done on her PC, but that wasn't important.
"Put my socks on again", she said, "I'm satisfied for now."
I sat up and did what she said.
"Sit on the bed!"
Again I did what she said.
She came over to me, straddled me and laid her arms around my neck. That way she, again, seemed to be bigger than me. She looked down on me, passionately closed her eyes and her lips approached mine. But just as I tried to kiss her she backed away a little bit.
"You have just kissed my feet, haven't you?"
"Yes?"
She had a disgusted expression on her face. "Ugh, then I'd better not kiss your lips, huh?", she said and kissed my forehead instead.
"Are they so dirty?"
She slightly slapped my cheek. "No, they're just feet."
"OK."
"So, what do you want to do now?", she asked. And since she, of course, knew exactly what I wanted to do, or better yet, to be done with me, she grinned again.
"Whatever you say, my goddess."
"Um, if so, you should probably give me full power of attorney and help me to declare you insane."
"That would be great. Maybe I should write a suicide note and give it to you, so you can even kill me whenever you might feel like it."
She stared at me with wide eyes and suddenly she began to smile from ear to ear.
"THAT is a great idea!", she said.
"I was just joking."
"Aw, no one cares what you think anymore."
"Come on."
"Don't you trust me?"
"Of course I do. But wouldn't that be insane?"
"Well, that's been your idea. Tell me how insane you are."
"That wasn't even my idea. I just read about this."
"Really? Where?"
"Don't know, some novel I guess."
"What kind of novels do you read?"
I blushed. I remembered exactly what novel this was. I had it from "Venus in Furs". But somehow I did not want to talk about that too much. I did not even like the novel very much. And it was embarrassing to admit that I had actually read such things.
"OK, here's the deal", she thankfully said, "you will write such a note, and you will make every effort to make it look legit, you will sign it and give it to me. And as a quid pro quo I will keep you tied up and", with that she grabbed the bulge at my crotch again, "make your little warrior stand at attention all weekend."
Her touches down there made me moan another "Oh my goddess".
"Deal?" I felt her breath in my face.
"Deal."
That was crazy. But I said to myself that this still was just fun. Such a note would of course not really be a license to kill. But it was another proof that she really was ready to take control over my life. Just a day ago I had no idea she had that side. She was somehow foreign to me and at the same time I felt much closer to her than ever before.
"Shall I start now?", I asked with a lump in my throat.
Her hands went through my hair and face and I felt her fingers playing with my earlobes, and still I inhaled her breath as best as I could.
"Can you write with your hands tied together?"
"Yes, I would probably write that on a computer anyway."
She took the same two pantyhose that were tied around my wrists the night before and started to pinion me again.
"This is pretty circumstantial", she said while she tied the loops around my wrists.
"Well, if your Victoria's Secret shopping spree did not drain my account completely, you could just buy some handcuffs."
"Yet another good idea. You're really doing your best to become as helpless as possible, huh?"
"Yes. If you're going to do something at all, you might as well do it properly."
She pulled the last knot tight and just as yesterday I knew I was trapped in those pantyhose. I would not make it out of them, even if she would leave me alone for an hour, unless I would find a knife or so.
"What do you mean by this?", she asked.
"That I now want to know how it is. To be your slave with no way to get out of this, unless YOU want it."
Another smile. "For now your little warrior keeps you trapped, but how do you think should this work while you're not horny?"
"Why should that ever happen?"
"Oh, you bet there will be times when you will humbly beseech me to release you from your blue balls."
"You could just keep me tied until my horniness is recovered."
"Well, ya, but still you could struggle against your horniness and masturbate in order to defy me."
"I never will."
"You can promise but you cannot guarantee."
It seemed hopeless. I think I looked pretty sad.
"Also", she said, "I have seen you looking to the sky and dreaming about a better, wider world."
I just looked at her. She was right but I did not know she ever noticed that I was kind of a daydreamer.
"There will be times when you need your freedom."
"Right now, I doubt it."
She crawled my neck and laughed. "That's cute, but I'm pretty sure."
"OK."
I think I looked even sadder.
"Aw, no need to fall into despair. Right now you're nowhere near being able to resist me or even match me, isn't that so, my little warrior?"
Her hand still had a good grip on my little warrior, so I knew she was right.
"And one of these days, we will find a way to bring you under my control forever and ever, for better or worse, whether you like it or not."
"That would be such a thrill."
Another smile. It really is a shame for manliness that it made me so dead keen on her that everything she did or said, every aspect of her mind and body, her look, touch, voice and scent, became a religious experience for me. Since the moment she overpowered me and showed her superiority, I was no longer able to see her as just a girl, a mere human. With that, she turned my world upside down. I had fallen for her. The moment I realized that she had pinned me down and that I could not escape, not only her body took control over mine, but also her mind invaded my mind, raised statues and flags to show her reign and left behind a powerful occupation force called "extreme horniness".
As I dreamed of her she was again crawling and sometimes licking or biting my earlobes.
"Shall I start with that suicide note now?"
I felt it was my duty to remind her. But she said:
"Well, no, I think this would be kind of weird, too."
"Thank God, Goddess, I mean Goddess, sorry."
"Just turned the corner."
"Your word is law."
Another smile. She collared me and pulled me towards the head end of the bed. She kept straddling me and followed me by "walking" on her knees. As I was close enough to the rail she pushed me down, banged my arms to the rail and tied the pantyhose to it.
After she was done, she demonstrated her grown power by slapping my face.
Then, she stood up. I immediately missed her. I hoped she planed to tie my ankles to the bed as well, and she did not disappoint my hopes.
"This is circumstantial, too", she said as she laid two scarves there.
"Maybe there are some sophisticated tie-to-bed-devices as well."
"Not yet searched online?"
"Was I supposed to?"
"Well, you shouldn't spend time for anything else but thinking about ways to surrender to me, should you?"
"You're right. I'm sorry."
"Well, you know better now."
She pulled the knots tied and then jumped on me again---thanks Goddess!
"But still this is a good point", she said and supported herself over me. "What have you done today when I was not around?"
"I was at school?"
"Yea, I know, but for instance on your way from school to me? Or when you've been in the toilet?"
"Well, nothing special."
She deeply looked into my eyes. I knew she wanted to find out whether I was thinking about jacking off... or even worse, did it.
"I'm not going to jack off", I said.
"Do you swear?"
"If you want."
"Yes. I officially prohibit you from doing that. And you have to swear to comply with that."
"OK. I solemnly swear to not jack off."
"I'm serious. Your horniness is none of your business any more. It's mine alone. So if you swear it and do it anyway, this is like stepping out on me."
I had to swallow. "OK. I'll never betray you."
"Good. You can't be my slave when I don't trust you."
"You can trust me!", I hurried to say.
One of her fingers carefully caressed my cheek and then she let me kiss the back of her hand.
Suddenly her fingers jammed into the sides of my chest and started a tickling wave that thrilled my body like a thousand little current pulses.
She granted me a last second of calm while she said:
"You missed that tickling drainage, didn't you?"
I did not even had the chance to answer before she started to completely drain me with twisting tickling, pinching, biting and kissing again.

### Re: weekend of ballet girl power (f/m)

Post by thedarkdefender » Sat Jul 26, 2014 7:53 am

great sequel. hope it will become a trilogy (or more).

### Re: weekend of ballet girl power (f/m)

Post by john4711 » Sat Aug 30, 2014 6:40 am

I don't exactly know how she tickle-drained me. But based on my experience it must have taken her about an hour to enervate me so much that I quite literally was like putty in her hands.
I guess she sensed my smackdown by the lack of response my body could finally give. She tickled, slapped and pinched me and I could not even act if I tried to react against her intrusive touches and mistreatment of my devoted body.
Soon she relented and slapping became gentle stroking, and then she said, condescendingly but very lovely:
"Aw, have I knocked the fight out of my little warrior?"
"You have."
Now she was more gentle, the last bit of tension escaped my body. I wanted to be excited and aroused, but I did not have the strength. My body merely managed to keep the most primitive instinct alive, the will for reproduction. And for whatever reason, my body solely wanted to reproduce with that very girl who took all the strength from it, who was so very superior and so obviously dominating me that my body, if anything, should have been fearing to be suppressed by her for all eternity if it gets involved with her. But instead my body wanted to open itself to her and surrender its genetic information to her. Too bad that my body had no say in this. This would happen only if she felt like it.
She patted the only part of my body that was still standing and then granted me a warm, wet kiss.
"Alright", she said, "I have promised you that your little warrior will stand at attention for me all weekend, haven't I?"
"He will, my ruler."
"Ruler? Well, that's not wrong, I guess. Anyway", she slid down my legs until she had my crotch in front of her and then opened my pants.
My "little warrior" immediately saluted her. She pulled of a scrunchy from her wrists (she nearly always has some surrogate scrunchies there), reached into my boxer and flipped it over and winded it around my "little warrior" as if he was another queue of hair.
"That scrunchy will stay there. It shall remind your little friend there who's in charge. If I find it slipped off anytime this weekend, you gonna pay."
"Got it."
I had to swallow. That was a mean trick to make my little warrior stand tall. I was pretty sure that I would not get the chance to "correct" the scrunchy's position with my hands from time to time. On the other hand, that feeling of her girly little scrunchy winded around and therefore having under its thumb the manifestation of my conquered masculinity would not allow my little warrior to go slack anyway.
"Feeling good?", she asked.
Seeing another aspect of my body to be at her mercy, I relaxed under her even more. "Yes. Very good."
"That's good. But frankly, you're way too passive. Feels like I'm doing all the work here when you are supposed to be serving me!"
"You're right. I'm sorry."
Not that I had a choice, but that much I have learned: she was always right.
"Well, so, what do you think will this weekend look like?"
"Well, that's up to you. But I think I'd actually like it to be a girly pampering weekend, if you so choose."
She smiled.
"I want to treat you like the goddess you are, fulfill your every desire and worship the ground you walk on. I want to do whatever you say, praise your femininity and use every chance to surrender myself to you as much as I can."
"And why would you want to do that?"
"Because I love you."
She looked doubting. Oh, I think she believed me that I loved her, but she surely wanted to hear some more concrete reason.
"Because you're amazing. You're gorgeous. And you're superior. Absolutely superior. I'm far below you. Not only are you better looking and admired and fancied. You're also smarter and, what's worse, even stronger than me. And you smell so good. And look so good. And you feel so good. And-"
"In short?"
I sighed. "I'm dead keen on you. I'm horny. I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo-oh-ho."
"No need to sing Radiohead."
I smiled.
"But everything else sounds good."
I smiled even more.
"In order to let you serve me, I'm gonna untie you from the bed. But since you're my favorite bitch boy, I'm gonna keep your hands tied."
"I hope I'm your only bitch boy."
"Yes... as yet." She winked at me.
I was pretty sure she never planned to "recruit" more servants (at least, she never did), but being reminded that there would probably lots of guys who would be an easy prey for her was still somehow daunting.
She freed me from the rail of the bed. Now I had the pantyhose and the knots right in front of me, I still was not sure whether I'd be able to escape them if I wanted to. The knots were pretty tight, they would surely be hard to open even with free hands. And the way my hands were tied, I could hardly reach them. I think the only way to get rid of the pantyhose around my wrists would have been to find a knife or scissors or something like that. And it was very clear that, while being observed by a girl who was able to overpower even when my hands were not tied, this was not an option. To cut a long story short: she still had me in her pocket.
"Alright, 'tool', your first task will be to rush downstairs, get me a soda and hurry back. You've got 20 seconds. Go!"
Well, I did not expect to be in a hurry immediately. I "lagged" for a seconds or so and then I sprinted. Looking back, I was in the kitchen, alone for about 5 or 6 seconds. Maybe I've even had enough time to find a knife before she would have showed up to see what I'm doing. But that did not come even close to my mind. I wrenched the fridge open, got the soda and rushed back upstairs to her room.
Not that I planned it, but it came to me just naturally that I served her the can on my knees. She did not react to this. She just took it from me, opened it and took a sip. Then she smiled and said:
"I could get used to that."
"Me, too."
"And you're in time. Well done, slave."
"Thank you."
"Commendation feels good, eh?"
"Yes."
Like rewarding a dog she started to crawl me under my chin.
"Obedience will be rewarded with love." She looked into my eyes. "Disobedience with punishment."
"I never had less will on my own."
"Good. You don't need it anymore."
"Thank you, my goddess."
"Alright, boy, I want you to do the homework you've got for the weekend so you can assist me with mine afterwards."
Homework was about the last thing I thought about right now. How could she even want that? I felt so close, and now pushed so very far away.
"What?"
Maybe that wasn't the very obedient answer she rightfully expected. Luckily, I was still on my knees. Instead of crawling my chin she firmly grabbed it now.
"You gonna work for me. Understood?"
"Yes. Sure. Sorry."
She indulgently smiled again.
"That can be our little secret. When referring to you as my 'slave-' or 'bitch-boy' in public, I don't mind to pretend it would be something 'sexy'. But in fact you're my own, personal drudge. How does that sound?"
"Just wonderful, goddess."
"Good. Then get going." She pointed to her desk. "Work fast, work hard."
She made herself comfortable on her bed. I still stood there, a little puzzled. She looked at me expectantly, so I took a seat on her desk chair and started to pack out my school stuff.
I heard how she switched on the TV. I don't really know how I could focus on homework. I think I couldn't. At least at the beginning. But since I was kind of used to being tied up around my girlfriend already, I guess that with time I was able to do at least some of the homework. If I had a free hand and privacy, I bet I would have done nothing but playing around "down there". But I had no privacy and that was alright. I seriously wanted to serve my girlfriend and that was motivation enough to check myself.
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I'd really to continue and write down more and more. But actually most stories are not really about "tie up games" but more about a girl taking over, so I'm not sure whether they would really fit into this forum. The parts that actually focus on her tying me up are either short, or just like the ones described (i.e. full of tickling), or pretty sexual. I think I'm gonna keep the latter ones to myself