ballet is a real sport in the end (f/m)

Postby john4711 » Thu Apr 24, 2014 5:32 am

This story is about my girlfriend and me. We were 18 and not dating for too long. It's a couple of years ago now, but the story really was a defining moment for our relationship ;)
I can't remember every word we said, so I will just describe what has been said.

To start off with, I'm not a native english speaker. So if you find some strange wording, it's due to that...

I took her home from ballet. She was still wearing her ballet dress, which basically was a tight tank top and long, tight sport pants that could be tied up around the waist with a little cord. I loved her legs and especially her scent after she exerted herself for a while. She had the sweet smell of fresh sweat and a warm woman.

Like young people newly in love sometimes do, we used to tease each other a little when hanging out together. Actually I had not much to say, as she was nearly perfect, at least in my eyes. But I remember how she kept on about me being lazy or at leas not quite sporty. I used to answer that ballet is not a real "sport" either.

Normally she just silently sneered at me, but this evening she did not just take it. We we're heading to her house, her parents were not at home. Maybe this is the reason why she was a little more self-assertive---as the "lady of the house". Anyway, as we arrived she said something like that ballet is more exhausting than I could take and that she could physically defeat me, if she wanted to.

Of course I was in for a little "fight". I grabbed for her and she grabbed for me and after some giggling I fell over one of her legs I liked so much up to this point. My head hit the floor. Not so bad that it really hurted, but bad enough for me to be suprised and distracted long enough for her to sit on top of me.

To cover up my clumsiness, I started laughing again. She joined the laughing and pressed my wrists down onto the floor. I struggled against becoming overpowered totally, but I could not really move. She slid higher and straddled my chest with her legs placed on my arms.

With my head surrounded by her thighs, my wrists in her hands and pressed down, her scent all above me, I felt the heat rising in my head. I struggled a little more but I was helpless. What's more, I wanted to be helpless.

I surrendered. I don't remember whether I surrendered on my own or whether she told me to. All I know is that I was aroused to do so. And I said something like that she could do anything to me now. And what's more important, she was like: "And what do you think would that be?"

It's not that I planned to take any chance to be tied up. But surely I dreamed of being tied up by her more than once before. So the first thing that came to my mind was to say something like that she could for example tie me to her bed and tickle me until I swear to be her slave forever.

I know I was embarrassed by my own words after I said them. I was ready to act as if that has been just a joke. But she did not seem to think that this was a bad idea. She just objected that in order to tie me to her bed she would first have to let me stand up and go into her room.

Since I really was not able to free myself, I assured her that I was ready to admit complete defeat. I said as she could torture or actually even kill me just as well, I solemnly swore I would not defend myself against her tieing me to her bed if she'd let me up.

As we entered her room my heart beat faster than ever. I still had her scent on me and still felt her legs around my head. I don't remember whether she orded me to lie down, but I know I did. She used pantyhose to tie my hands. I remember how she carefully tied them around my wrists and then tied them to the bed rail. I don't remember what she used to tie my legs, but I know she did tie them. I was completely at her mercy, I could not escape any of her touches.

She straddled me again and began to run her fingertips over my upper body. At first my arousal kind of stunned me. I did not react to her touches. I inhaled her scent instead. And enjoyed the view, and her power. But after some time she had broken me. Suddenly I felt the tickling and then I could not resist the laughing.

She took her time to completely drain me. I know I had long promised to be her slave, I pledged eternal obedience more than once, but she did not just stop.

From time to time she reached behind to "feel" my arousal. She took my excitment in her hand and commented the growing extent of my erection.
I remember how much I loved her condescending attitude while she illustrated how much I obviously liked to be at her mercy and tantalized by her fingers. And I remember how exposed my feelings were, in her hands.

After she was done tickling me and hearing me begging for mercy, she finally accepted me as her "slave". However, she was not done harassing me. She again rested herself on my chest with her thighs being left and right to my head. She pressed them quite firmly to my cheeks and her crotch to my chin. I was back in the position that made me helpless even while I was not tied.

Every touch from her was a thrill. She let her fingertips run over my tied arms and I could barely choke back the laughter. Then she carressed my face and said something like that she was really my superior. I could not object.

I thought the worst part was over, but while she played with the small cord that ran around the waist of her sport pants, she found a new way to tease me. She undid the knot in front of her and used one of the lose ends to tickle my eyelids. This may sound harmless but it was hell. I never thought I could be that ticklish. The worst thing was that I could barely move my head. It was trapped between her legs, forced to directly feel that she was superior even physically.

Through my desperate laughter I could not her the phone ringing, but she obviously did. I realized it only as she suddenly stopped torturing my eyelids and reached for my mobile phone. She informed that it was my mother calling. I thought that this might have been a way out of this. I was really wiped out and could have used a break. But my girlfriend told me to shush and answered the phone.

I don't remember the exact wording, but she told my mother I was taking a shower or so and that I already had dinner with her. And that I would have told her that I was going to sleep over here. Of course my mother did not know anything about that. But they agreed on that I have surely just forgotten to teel the important details and that I'm kind of unreliable in this anyway. In the end my overnight stay was set.

That was going to be a long night...

Re: ballet is a real sport in the end (f/m)

Postby canuck100 » Fri Apr 25, 2014 2:52 am

If it was a long night, it was certainly a memorable one! Curious to read about what happened next...

Welcome to the site and thank you for your great first contribution to it.

Re: ballet is a real sport in the end (f/m)

Postby john4711 » Fri Apr 25, 2014 9:39 am

OK, of course there are many things left to tell...

As I find my first writing a little.. well, lifeless, I thought direct speech is better to read. So, the continuation contains direct speech, but actually it just reflects what I remember. However, some things she said I remember word for word ;)

OK, here we go:
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As I said, although I thought the "deal" was that she only tied me up to tickle me until I submit, she did not untie me after this task was accomplished. Instead she had a condescending (but hot, I found anything hot on her in that very moment) expression on her face.

"Well, well, my little warrior", she said. I remember how she called me "little warrior". I don't know, it sounded somehow disdainful and sweet at the same time. "So ballet ain't a 'real' sport, you say?"

I did not know what to say. I was in complete defeat. A guy who was doing no sports, overpowered by a girl who was doing "only" ballet. It seemed ballet was a real sport in the end.

"Don't know what to say?", she guessed right. "Well, if you were not that unathletic you might have been able to prevent me from trapping you. Or at least to free yourself after I pinned you."

"Maybe."

"Well, maybe you would not even have wanted to escape anyway, huh?"

I just looked a little caught and embarrassed.

She continued to carress my head, smiled and said: "But then, if you were not that weakish, you might have been able to endure my little tickling a little longer."

"Maybe."

"Don't tell me you did not enjoy it."

"Maybe." I grinned.

She returned my grin but then she quickly opened the legs a little bit, slapped my cheek and immediately closed the legs again.

"Use full sentences when you talk to me!", she ordered surprisingly strictly.

"I'm sorry." I stumbled.

"I'm a little bit disappointed how soon you gave in."

"Who said I gave in?"

"You. Don't remember? I quote: 'Oh please. I'm begging you. Let me be your slave.'"

"Oh, that... was a joke."

The little cord of her pants came alarmingly close to my eyes. "Are you sure?", she asked with a threatening tone.

I just closed my eyes and waited for her to convince me once again. It did not take longer than a few seconds. I still cannot believe how extremely tickling this damn cord was.

I yelled something like that I was terribly sorry and that I would never fail her again.

"Oh, come on." She sounded disappointed again. "You're such a wimp. Can't you take it a little bit longer."

I gasped. She decided for me and continued. Luckily all my extremeties were securely bound to her bed. Otherwise I would have lashed around uncontrollably.

"Oh dear, I'm so happy it's no longer you to decide when you're done", she commented my futile attempts to move my body.

"I'm happy, too."

I'm not exactly sure why I said this, but I know I did. However, she did not respond to it.

Eventually she moved down my body and released my head from the clutch of her legs. There were some little details on her that did not come to my mind earlier than in this very situation. For example, I remember that the scrunchie around her queue was decorated with two little cherries. And that the quere seemed to pull her hair a little bit more to the left than to the right. And, corresponding to this, that her bangs were longer on the right than on the left. As she moved herself on top of me, I noticed that her socks were not exactly what one would call gym socks, but just plain white. And that her pants perfectly fitted on her legs, at her waist, as well as at her thighs and shanks and even ankles. She had a small silver bracelet. Of course I've seen that before, but now I realized that on its little trinket there was a small heart engraved. Without any letter or so, just a cute little heart.

Every new detail I saw on her made me fall in love once again. I guess that's why I smiled from ear to ear after she asked whether I think I would now remember my promise.

"Always", was my answer.

"Somehow I feel I should give you something to remember", she said and stood up.

As she left her seat it was a little embarrassing for me to know that she would see how much I really liked the position I was in as soon as she would turn around again and had a look at the center of my body. Then again, why should she not know? After all I had to admit to myself that I was hoping to be in this position more often now.

She was taking a black marker from her desk and turned to me again. She smiled at the bulge at my pants. She sat next to me, laid her hand on the bulge and said something like:

"Oh, boy, if you can't control yourself, you are sooo boned. I mean, I make you my slave and you're wild about it." She could not resist a little giggling. "You couldn't be more at my mercy."

I just looked at her, beaten.

"Oh don't blame yourself. In the end, you're just a boy. I guess you just can't help it, huh?"

"I really can't."

"It's ok."

She patted my head, straddled me again and pushed my shirt up to my shoulders. The she took the marker back in her hands.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Shh", was her only answer and then she painted something on my chest.

"There!", she commented her work, "that should remind you."

I lifted my head and tried to read what was there. She grabbed my hair to help me raise my head. I hurted a little, but that was not imported. It took me a little time, because the letters were bottom up for me, but finally I read "property of <her name>" surrounded by a bug heart on the left side of my chest.

"What do you say?", she asked.

"Beautiful", was my answer and actually I did not even lie.

"Maybe I should write it on your forehead, too, so that everybody can see it."

Intuitively I pulled my ties, but of course there still was no play. She did not ask again, she just leaned forward and began to write on my forehead. Of course I could not see what she wrote there, but since she announced it, I knew it.

"Looks good", she said.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah." She grinned. "So, do you have the courage to keep it on for school tomorrow?"

"Do I have a choice?"

She contemplated a little time, but said then: "I just wanted to say that I cannot keep tabs on you all night. But actually, I can", and grinned even more.

"So I guess there is your answer", I said, defeated once again.

"That will be a funny day tomorrow."

"Well, you know that if you force me to have THAT written on my forehead, I will be known as that *****-whipped guy of yours and that you will officially be wearing the pants like forever?"

"Yes. That is the beauty."

"Just saying."

She again patted my cheeks.

"Aww, don't worry, my little worry-or. (Don't know whether she did mean to make that linguistic joke, but for me it sounded like that.) The easier it will be for you to kiss my feet in public."

I was like: "WHAT?"

"Oh, wouldn't you want that?"

"Err, not sure..."

She giggled and told me that she was just joking. I was not sure whether I should believe her, but obviously it was not up to me anyway.

"Oh, boy, oh, boy, only half an hour passed since you tried to mess with me and, well", she grabbed my tied wrists and drilled some fingernails into my arms, "lost."

"Ouch!", I protested.

She let lose and grinned again. "That's gonna be a long, long night for you, my little warrior."

"I guess."

Then she reached behind again and reminded me of how well she knew how much I liked it.

Re: ballet is a real sport in the end (f/m)

Postby john4711 » Sun Apr 27, 2014 4:55 am

She kept putting emphasis on showing me how obviously I liked the situation I was in and what she did with my helpless body. I guess that's why she said:

"Actually, I could untie you now."

"You do?"

"Well, you pledged eternal obedience to me. I could just as well order you to sit all night with your hands behind your back at the food of my bed."

I guess I had an incredulously look on my face and that's why she added:

"Or would you fail me?"

"Of course not."

Now she had that doubting expression.

"Say that you love me", she commanded.

"I love you."

I remember how serious I was. I'm not even sure whether I said this to her before. But it came naurally to me.

"Say that you're mine."

"I'm yours."

And still I was serious.

"Say that I own you."

I exactly remember how she emphasized that once again. And again I was serious with my reply:

"You own me."

"Tell me, do you want me to untie you?"

She looked deep into my eyes.

"Honestly?", I asked. She just kept looking into my eyes. "No", I said and my heart sunk.

Once again she grabbed the center of my body and smiled into my face: "You're trapped, huh?"

"More than you can imagine."

"Am I the center of your world?" She nearly whispered while she moved her face close to mine and softly blew her breath into my nose and mouth.

Maybe I could have turned away my face in order to escape the "used" air. But then I would also have pushed her carressing fingers away from my cheekbones and I have just enjoyed her lovley touches too much.

After I almost groaned a weak "yes" she contently sat up and knotted the cord of her pants together again. Somehow I watched her almost wistfully. That little cord had became a symbol of her power over me. Now she had obviously decided not to need it anymore.

I once again admired some little details on her. But first of all her wonderful scent. I never knew I loved her scent so very much. There was not much too disturb her fragrance. Of course she used a deodorant, I think even a perfume, but there was no stinky make up in the way. And what was nearest to me, her legs, had a scent that was a mixture of the freshly laundered stretch-pants tightened around them and her body, I guess because of her training. Images of her legs and bottom came to my mind. Their perfect shape surely were no whim of fate. Finally it came to my mind that they were shaped by her ballet training---obviously, ballet was a real sport in the end. Slowly but surely I realized that she was right.

When she was done with her cord, she again grabbed my wrists and leaned onto them.

"It really makes sense, you know", I said.

She looked surprised. "What do you mean?"

"What just happened. Well, it is a burdensome insight. But it's true: you are superior to me."

"And where does this insight suddenly come from?"

"From you. Your body is... perfect."

She looked as if she felt awkward, but still self-assured. I continued:

"I really underestimated how much more excercised you are. I don't think it was coincidence that I have lost against you."

"Oh, my little warrior. Don't let it pull at your heartstrings."

"Oh, I don't..."

"No?"

"You know, I don't like doing sports."

We both laughed a little.

"I just thought", I said, "that maybe you're too good for me, for me being just your boyfriend."

"Maybe", she said with an intentional conceited tone.

"But if I was not only your boyfriend but also your 'slave'..."

"Then you'd finally have something to offer?"

"Yes."

"Good", she said, smilingly. "Keep that attitude!"

"I will!"

"And wear that mark on your forehead with pride."

I had nearly forgotten what she had imprinted there. Well, I guess I had talked myself into that even more now, so it was ok. I repeated "I will", but I think with a little less enthusiasm.

Suddenly she started to fiddle around with my wristwatch. It was, of course, not completely tight around my arm and therefore it slipped a bit towards my elbow. So it was not in the way of the pantyhose that were tied around my wrist pretty tight. It took not long until she undid it from my arm and started to place it around her own arm---the one without her heart-bracelet.

That watch was a gift for my last birthday and it was pretty valuable. As this was quite obvious I thought that she knew this. That's why I asked: "What's the point of that?"

"That is just a... trophy."

"What?"

She smiled again and calmly finished to fasten my watch around her wrist. After she was done, she explained: "I know you like that watch. And I know that it is more expensive than you could afford."

"That's right."

"But I defeated you. You said you are mine. Well, since I cannot take your head, this is going to be my trophy."

"You're insane." Actually, I loved it. I felt soo very helpless, and used. She could simply take away what was most precious to me, and it costed her no effort at all. And all I could do was to just lay there and admire her.

"Do you really think this is a way to address me?", she asked.

"Probably not."

"So what do you think would be an appropriate way to address me?"

"Don't know. 'Ruler'? 'Mistress'? 'Her Highness'?"

"These are all nice suggestions." She kissed my lips. "But actually I thought of 'Goddess'."

"Oh, yes, I'm so sorry."

"It's ok. Just remember now."

"I will."

Then she stood up, still one foot to the left and to the right of me and said:

"Do you know what hits the spot in a situation like that?"

With that she placed one foot on my chest and stroked it a little.

"Tell me", I said.

Slowly she moved her foot towards my face and as she reached my mouth I knew what she was up to.

"If you kiss my feet."

I closed my eyes, caught the scent of her fortunately not too sweaty sock and laid my lips on the foot above my face. I kissed it once, but it did not go away. I kissed it again. And again. She started to move the foot, so that I could reach different regions to kiss. I started with her instep, proceeded to her heel, then most of the sole and finally the toes.

After she decided that I was done she rested her foot on my mouth so that her toes surrounded my nose. I was concentrating on her foot at first, but as she stopped moving it and I could just enjoy its scent (yes, I pretty soon started liking it, too), I felt some movements down my pants. And obiously she was watching the annoyingly revealing center of my body. She said:

"Your little warrior seems to like my foot."

I was embarrassed, again. But still I was helpless. I surrendered to my fate and did not even try to make it stop.

She placed her foot back beside me. Still standing over me she looked down at me and said: "If anybody would know how much you long for being subdued by a girl... Well, you'd definitely have to give back all your 'man cards'."

"Doesn't matter to me. You can have them."

She smiled and looked at her new watch. "And I think I already do."

I smiled, too. "Guess you're right."

Still looking at the watch she said: "Oh, just an hour passed since you thought you could keep pace with a 'little girl' doing 'only ballet'. You know better now, do you?"

"Oh yes, I do."

She used one foot to flatten the bulge in the center of my body a little. "You must feel so good right now."

The touch of her foot brought some sensation to my body. That's why I eagerly tried out the new way address my beautiful girlfriend.

"Ohh, my Goddess."

She smiled and intensified the impact of her toes on the bulge a little. "Oh, my little warrior, you gonna be a good disciple."

"Yes, Goddess!"

Suddenly her foot left the center of my attention and she just stood over me with one foot to each side of me. For a few moments I had the chance to just admire her gorgeous appearance in all its glory and splendor. She seemed to know how much I enjoyed the view I had from below her. My eyes wandered from her feet to her ankles and to the end of the pants that layed losely around them. Then upwards along her shins, where the pants began to lay directly on her skin. Then over her knees up to her beautiful and overwhelming thighs and the faint shine of her sport pants that were tightly stretched around them. I gazed in amazement and my eyes followed the very slight movements of her hip and the little knot and lose ends of the cord around her waist and her to her hands akimbo. Her upper body was no less perfect. My eyes wandered over the tank top laying tightly on her belly up to her breasts.

As I finally reached up to her eyes, I saw her smiling at me. But in that same very moment she suddenly knelt down, straddling my chest again. Her knees immediately pressed on my upper arms. Also she placed her hands on them and leaned onto her arms, making the stabbing pain in my arms even worse. She looked deep into my eyes and said:

"And still we've got a whole night to make sure my little boy will never ever forget who's in charge."

"Oh yeah, please make me remember."

She raised an eyebrow first, but grinned then. "Who's your mommy?"

"Oh, come on."

She stroked my eyelids with one finger. "Huh?"

"My mommy is my mommy", I said. She looked like that was the wrong answer, but I added: "YOU are my Goddess."

"You just escaped by the skin of your teeth."

I grinned. "I know."

"You should not play with the fire. You know I'm the mistress of life and death for you."

"Oh yeah? I can't wait for you to teach me the ins and outs."

"Oh boy, you should be careful what you wish for", she announced.

And with that she sat back on my hip and spread her legs to leave room for her hands. Her fingertips touched the sides of my upper body and started to gently move up and down until my body started to respond.

As I finally could no longer hold back the laughing she grinned at me and looked on her new watch.

"Ok, as it hardly took 5 minutes to tap you out, I'm curious what you will look like after a full hour of inescapable tickling."

My heart jumped, out of both fear and excitement. However, I had no time to think about what outweighed...

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Obviously she just started making use of her new position. I can tell you, she did not release me before we had to go to school the next day. And as I kind of presaged already (remember what my forehead looked like), even then I was not actually "free".
Let me know if you'd like to read more.

Re: ballet is a real sport in the end (f/m)

Postby tony2 » Sun Apr 27, 2014 6:33 am

Your style is much more "captivating" with the intermixed conversation. congratulations --- keep it up. you're on a roll!
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: ballet is a real sport in the end (f/m)

Postby cellofello » Sun Apr 27, 2014 10:14 am

Very nice story, and while not perfect your writing is better than many who are native speakers of English.

I recall many years ago a demonstration of ballet at my high school. The male ballet dancer drew a comparison to sports by explaining that a football player (American football, not soccer) just had to catch the ball and could then fall down. He had to catch a ballerina - and he was not allowed to fall down afterwards!

Re: ballet is a real sport in the end (f/m)

Postby Ryguy98 » Sun Apr 27, 2014 10:38 am

I really liked this story! Especially the foot kissing and smelling, I hope you continue with more stories

Re: ballet is a real sport in the end (f/m)

Postby john4711 » Sun May 18, 2014 4:28 am

Thanks for the nice words. Finally I had some time to write a continuation. I really like to cast my mind back to this evening/night ;)
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She leaned forward and assured herself that the knots of the pantyhose around my wrists were still tight and secure. Then she turned around and checked the bonds on my legs. Apparently she did a good job in the first place. Nothing had to be fixed, I was unchangedly helpless.

"Ok, let's go."

With these words she started to tickle the defenseless sides of my chest. I think she knew that they were my most sensitive areas. Even before I was exposed to her permanent tickling, sometimes I even had to giggle when she touched them coincidently.

Since she had sensitized me before, I almost immediately bursted out in laughter. She was not deterred by this. I think this was the very first time that I have been tickled longer than I was voluntarily willing to tolerate.

"Stop!", I yelled.

She paused for a moment, but just said: "We've just begun", and continued tickling me.

Instinctively I tried to escape. I tried to break free, but it was futile. I was not even able to tear those damn pantyhose apart. I felt incredibly weak. But there was no chance to grieve over this. There actually was no real chance to think about escaping. Her fingers thrilled my whole universe. Every move just drained me a little more. Soon I was happy that I was no longer responsible for controling my movements myself. She alone decided when my body was granted a little break.

I don't know how long it took until I realized that she stopped torturing me. But I knew that not a whole hour has passed. I looked down her bed and saw her getting something out of her sport bag. As she turned to me again she had a small bottle of water in her hand. She smiled at me and came back. She immediately straddled me, like it was the most normal thing to do, and took a pull on the bottle.

"Ahh, that's good". She obviously enjoyed quenching her thirst.

She put away her bottle and stroke her bangs out of her face.

"Ready again?", she asked (rhetorically) and went on tickling me.

Due to that little break I had the power to at least try to fight her, or to fight my bonds. But that "power" soon wore off. A few seconds after she started to touch me again, all I could concentrate on was the overwhelming thrill she caused to my body. As she moved her bottom on my hip and crotch, I think I felt that bulge wanting to raise again. But she either did not feel it, or she just did not feel to react on it.

The next short break she granted me I spent with gasping for air. I was done. I never felt so helpless, so beaten. And still that hour was not nearly over.

Her hair was a little sweaty. She was breathing heavily, too. She obviously was exerting herself, too. But I knew that even if she had to endure the same exertion as I did, she would be able to hang on much longer than I was. And it was also terribly obvious that this whole thing was much more exhausting for me than it was for her. I knew she could easily finish me off, and apparently she was about to do just this.

As I watched her redoing her queue of hair, I said:

"I'm done. Please stop. I'll do whatever you want."

She was just about to wrap her hair tie (the one with the little cherries) around her queue again. She smiled down on me, leaned forward and checked the knots on my wrists again. Then she said:

"You're no more than halfway through."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The warmth of her body carried her scent and penetrated my nose and mind.

"Yeah, nearly halfway", she repeated.

I opened my eyes and saw her raising her eyes from her new watch to my face. Still smiling.

"I love you." I don't know why I said this. It was true, but I guess I said it because I was desperate. I had absolutely no idea how on earth I could take another 30 minutes of that tender torture. But I knew that I would be content with being broken by the girl who had me at her mercy so completely anyway.

She kissed her forefinger and pressed it on my lips, together with a soulful "Shhh". Then, the thrill started again.

This time she did not hassle me for too long until she permitted me my next break. I was no less out of breath. And maybe she noticed that I was close to passing out and granted me this break only because of that. Anyway, she sat up straight and looked down on me mercifully.

She said something but I could focus on nothing but on to gasp for air. Then, she leaned down and very gently blew her breath into my face. I could not help to inhale it deeply and it was the sweetest thing I could ever imagine to fill my lungs with. She smiled and laid her hand on my mouth and nose, making it even harder to breath but easier to smell her magnificent scent, and that was, at this point, way more important to me.

Her fingers played with my face and controlled my breathing for a while.

"I take your breath away, huh?"

I could not answer anything but to eagerly reach for and kiss her fingers and to praise her and luxuriate in her scent and warmth and the absolute power she had over my long defeated body.

After she decided to have played with me for long enough she continued to subject me to her tickling leaching again. She really was going to bleed me dry.

"Have mercy", I begged.

"Twenty minutes to go, my little warrior."

I think that at this point my body already was hardly able to actually react to her tickling. Some parts of my body may still have tensed up, but I think my laughing had become very weak and silent. It had become more like groaning and moaning. And I guess that she did not like it.

"Oh come on, you'd have hear yourself. You sound pathetically."

"Sorry", I stumbled.

She slightly slapped my face and stood up. She went to her stereo and inserted a CD. Soon I heard the sound of some pretty girlish compilation. I don't know where she got it from. I think it was from a movie or show that has been popular among girls at this time. I'm pretty sure that it was something that I would never have watched voluntarily. But that was not important any more. I knew that from now on she would decide what I would see and hear.

With rhythmic movements she returned to her bed, straddled me again and continued the rhythmic movements upon my groin area for a few wonderful seconds. As she felt my arousal she grinned at me and said:

"Ok, that little break costs you five more minutes."

Then she checked her new watch and began to tickle me again.

I felt like dying and awakening at the same time. Never had I thought that it could have such an effect on me, or a man in general, to be overpowered and subdued by a girl, or woman. I knew that if I would be jogging around a sports field or so I would long have stopped. I would sit or lay there and would never be able to run any further. But it was not my decision. I was my girlfriend's toy and she decided that I could go on. And obviously I could.

As she overpowered me and made me promise to be her "slave" for all times, and made me smell her feet and, what's worse, made me even like smelling her feet, I felt emasculated. Actually, I still do feel a little emasculated, I guess I always will. But at the same time she pushed me beyond boundaries I could not even see before. She made me endure, and thus proved I was able to endure, the most exhausting "workout" possible.

"There!", she finally said.

My muscles relaxed and my body deflated.

"How do you feel?", she asked after a few seconds.

"Broken."

She smiled and offered me the back of her hand to kiss. I did.

"Feels good, huh?"

"Yes."

"Yes, who?", she asked.

"My goddess."

She patted my cheek. "You gonna be a good boy, won't you?"

"I will. Always."

She grinned, checked her new watch and said:

"That's good. Only five minutes left. Let's go."

I could not believe it. I was down and out, vowed obedience yet again, and she took her time to diabolically fool me. Once more, I fell head over heels in love with her and abandoned myself to her superior female power.

My body had became her property. The pantyhose around my wrists felt naturally. As the hour was finally over, she caressed me a little and then said:

"Maybe it's time to untie you." I hoped she was not serious. "Or", she continued, "maybe you'd prefer this."

She reached behind and pulled one of her socks off her gorgeous feet. Then she carefully laid it over my mouth and slightly pressed it right under my nose. She reached behind again and convinced herself that the bulge in my pants was growing. And it was indeed.

"Oh yeah, you love the scent of my socks."

I answered with a deep breath.

She kissed my forehead and then leaned back. She laid her hands on her thighs and just looked down on me as I was breathing through the sweet little socks she wore for her training.

I was curious what she was going to do with me next. I wanted everything but to be released.

Re: ballet is a real sport in the end (f/m)

Postby john4711 » Sun May 25, 2014 10:35 am

"Ok, we both enjoy having you at my mercy, but I can't leave you being tied to the bed like this all night. I don't want your arms to die off."

"Guess you're right."

She smiled. "Of course I am."

"So, will you release me?"

She smiled even more. "Well, even if I'd untie you, you'd still be much too weak to fight me."

She tickled me again to demonstrate her power.

All I could do was to moan a sincere "Oh, goddess".

She took back her sock, sat beside me, her legs spread over me and put it back on her sweet little tootsy. She laid her feet to the right and left of my head and started to gently stroke it with her toes.

"I could unfasten you from the bed and still keep your hands tied", she said and raised my hope to remain her captive a little longer.

She looked at me and I added: "Well, at least, I could not stop you from doing so."

"Would you try?"

"I don't think so. I'd better not mess with you."

She grinned. "You're a smart boy, huh?"

"Well, I just know my place now."

"Oh yea? Where is it then?"

"Under you."

"That's right." She took hold of me under the chin. "Alright, my wimpy little warrior, seems like you will stay at a girl's mercy for a while." She checked the bulge, which she now could see without turning around. She gently laid her hand on it and said: "Feels good, huh?"

I don't think I had an answer other than my physical reaction.

She sat up and straddled me again. She ambushed me with a short tickle attack and started to undo the knots of the pantyhose around my first wrist. As it was released from the bed rail, she brought my arm under her leg and placed weight on this side so that her shin firmly pressed it down on the mattress. I knew that even if I tried I would never be able to get my arm out of that.

She continued with my second wrist and nailed my other arm down the same way. Now I was back in the position our little "fight", that she had obviously won, ended in. My arms were not tied to the bed any more, but I wasn't more free, not a bit.

She carefully straightened the pantyhose in her hands. Then she looked squarely into my eyes and said: "Don't try something funny."

I remember how scared I was. Not scared about being mistreated by her, but everything that had just happened, how vastly superior she obviously was, really intimidated me. When she said "Don't try something funny" I would not have dreamed of defying her.

She relocated her seat from my chest to my crotch. One of my arms remained under her legs. Instead of having her shin on my upper arm she had it right on the crook of my arm now. She took the wrist of my other arm and it in the crutch of the pantyhose. She winded the legs around it and tightly knotted them together. Then she pushed my arm back on the mattress and secured it with her leg. She took my other arm and did the same with the other pantyhose.

Now she took both of my arms and held my wrists against each other. If I would have wanted to try something "funny", then now would be the time. But as I said, I did not even dreamed of it. I enjoyed the feeling of her sitting right on the bulge. I even enjoyed the faint pain in my arms that was caused by the exertion of holding them up after she had tickle-drained me so completely. It was clear that resisting her would be futile. She could do anything she wanted to me.

She knotted one leg of each of the pantyhose together so that my wrists were closely linked together. She laid my hands on my stomach and got up. As she stood she said:

"Stand up."

She said it calm and quite and there was no doubt that this was an order.

Exhausted as I was I had a hard time standing up. As I finally managed to stand tall, she led me in front of her, with my back turned towards her. She reached for the pantyhose's legs that she did not knot together. I could feel how she tautened them and tied them together behind me. As she pulled on the legs she forced my hands against my bulge and caused an alarming thrill in my body. After this she reached through my legs for the other legs of the pantyhose. She pulled them up behind me and tied them to the ones she had just bound together. With that she rubbed on my bulge even more.

She turned me around and looked at her work. My wrists were securely tied together and also tightly coupled to my body. I could barely move anything. The both pantyhose legs she had laid through my crotch stretched my pants so tightly over my bulge that there was absolutely no way to hide it anymore.

She smiled at it and said: "Wow, now I've got you on show, huh?"

Once more, I gave up and said. "I'm so scuppered."

"Yes, you are." With that she pushed me so that I stumbled over the edge of the bed and fell on it again. "When you like this so much, I may just keep you tied up forever."

"Fine by me."

She sat down next to me and caressed my face with her lovely fingers. "If nothing else, you'd be well-behaved then."

"I will."

"You know that all your 'men's things' are over now, don't you?"

"Uh?"

"Watching sports in TV, meeting 'just the guys', playing video games, and just anything that is neither romantic nor kitschy nor cute nor anything else a girl would fancy."

"Ok?"

"Got it?"

"Don't know. You mean that next time 'the guys' ask me to meet with them to watch football or play video games or so I say that I'm sorry but that I prefer to hang with my girlfriend because she's the boss and I want to massage her feet?"

"Yes, for example."

"Ok. And next time I want to watch an action movie I won't, because you would probably prefer a nice romantic comedy. I will happily watch that with you. I will serve you something to eat or to drink without you having to ask for it. And when the main characters finally get each other I will let my feelings show."

"Sound's like you got it."

I smiled at her. What I said really did not sound too bad to me.

"Thanks for making me a better boyfriend", I said.

She smiled back. "You're welcome."

"So what are we going to do now?", I asked.

She switched on the TV and said: "Let's see what's on tonight."

I knew what was on. At least I knew what I wanted to watch. But I also knew that she did not like it and that we therefore would watch something else. Despite of that, for a second I thought about telling her what I would like to see anyway---maybe I would be lucky. But then she moved up the bed and sat down at the head of the bed. She laid a pillow against the bed rail and leaned back. She had one of her legs at each side of me. Suddenly she grabbed my hair and pulled it.

"Come on, lay down here."

With that she laid my head on her crotch and left thigh. She bended this leg and laid her left foot upon my left thigh. Dangerously near to my bulge. Then I felt her right thigh pressing against my head, too. She bended this leg, too, and laid its calve over the shin of the other. She locked her feet and jiggled everything into position.

She left hold of my hair and said: "This is just so that you don't forget who's in charge here."

With these words she switched channels to something a 'girl would fancy'. I clung to her thighs and enjoyed her warmth and scent invading me again. I looked down to my tied hands under her legs. I still could not really understand how this girl could overpower me so easily. But what I could understand even less was why I did not realize earlier how good it felt to surrender myself to her. I hoped so much that she would not despise me for my weakness. It did not look like this. But even if it felt great to be at her mercy, it also made it impossible for me to seem strong or at least not weak. It felt like that being used by her like a toy was all I had to offer. I hoped that this was not true. Or, if it was, that she would give me the chance to please and serve her in every way possible. Right now I would have given her all I had, all my money and everything I possessed. Unfortunately, this was not very much back then. I was glad she had taken the watch already. I seriously thought about how I could manage to bring everything I had and everything I will ever get into her possession. If it would have been possible, I would immediately have agreed to myself being legally owned by her.

"Are you ok down there?", she asked.

"I'm very fine."

"Good. If you don't like the movie, you can meanwhile think about what I can do with you when the movie is over."

That was something I gladly gave thought to.

"Such as?"

"Don't know. But it should probably be something compromising..."


---

Well, obviously the evening was not over after the movie. It was her who made me love being tied up and it was her who made me believe that being tied up by one's girlfriend improves the relationship in the long run.
Let me know if you'd like to read more about this evening and how this girl managed to never again lose control over me.

Re: ballet is a real sport in the end (f/m)

Postby Ryguy98 » Sun May 25, 2014 10:51 am

I would love to hear more, I'm liking this story very much :)

Re: ballet is a real sport in the end (f/m)

Postby john4711 » Fri May 30, 2014 3:46 pm

I did not pick up on the movie very much. However, I enjoyed watching it. Tied up and trapped between her legs, I contently leaned on the soft stretch of my girlfriend's sports pants. I never knew I was capable of such total self-abandonment, but after everything that happened in the last few hours I considered myself to be passed into her rightful ownership.

"So, do you know now what I can do with you? Or, better yet, what you can do for me?"

Not before she asked that I realized that the movie was over. It was like awaking from a hypnotic trance. I automatically tried to sit up and look at her before answering. But then it came to my mind again that she had me trapped.

I heard a gentle giggle in my back and then I felt her fingers running through my hair.

"Calm down, my little warrior", she said. "There's no way you get out of this, unless I let you."

Pacified by her sweet voice, I stopped trying to move.

"Well, what would you like me to do for you?", I cleverly asked back.

"At first I would like you to address me appropriately."

"I'm sorry", I hurried to say, "please tell me, how can I serve you, my beloved goddess?"

"That sounds better. However, actually I have already told you what I want you to do."

"Please excuse my insolent questioning. Of course I have thought about how I can please you. Frankly speaking, I can barely think of anything else. However, I feared that my humble ideas would be an insult for your divinity."

"It's not yours to decide on this."

"Of course not. Then let me tell you my thoughts, my goddess."

I waited for a second, but she did not say anything, so I just jumped off.

"Ok, let me begin with what is most obvious. I could caress or massage or kiss you wherever you want and for how long you want."

Silence.

"If you account me worthy of this", I added.

"What else?"

"Well, you already took my watch." I felt her legs pressing harder on my head. "That's great", I continued and felt a little release, "but since I'm your 'slave', that is, your property, now, I thought that it might be more appropriate if you would be in control of more or less everything I own. Or have owned. Then."

I remember how insecure I was and how much I stammered. As mentioned earlier, I was kind of obsessed with the idea of being in her permanent possession.

"And how do you think should this work?"

Oh wow, she really went into this. I kind of expected her to ignore this with an uninterested "What else" again. My heart immediately beat faster; and I was not prepared for going into any detail.

"Hmm, well, I could", now I really had to come up with something, "give you my pocket money?"

That was pathetic. She did not say anything. I guess that meant she was not too impressed either. Then I finally remembered that I had a bank account for some time past and that my allowance was of course deposited into that. I never spent too much money, so I knew that I had quite much money in my account. Well, at least it was much for people our age. And I knew it was much for a girl who obviously liked to buy stunningly hot sport tights of nylon performance fabric that created a curve-loving second skin for the se**est butt ever and that looked like they were from Victoria's Secret.

"Better yet", I said excitedly, "I could give you my bank card!"

I felt her readjusting her legs again. "Great. Is there money in your account anyway?"

I told her how much it was. "Also, my allowance goes there. So you'll be in control of my money for good."

"Well, at least until you open a new account, huh?"

"I can't."

"Well, maybe not yet."

I don't know whether she smiled. But the next thing she said was:

"Anyway. We'll see what happens."

"I'll never again do anything without your permission."

"Yea, as I said, we'll see."

"I promise."

"Well, if you give me your card. What do you think will happen with your money?"

"I don't care. It's yours now."

"So, you don't care what I do?"

"No, please, don't get me wrong. Of course I'd love seeing you buy more of those da*n tight pants that enhance your gorgeous legs so much."

"Aww, you like my legs, don't you?"

"Are you kidding? I love them. I admire them. I worship them. It's been them who overpowered my weak male body in the first place."

She stretched them for a very short time. It felt so good.

As she released me from the clutches of her legs, I immediately missed the feeling of being at her mercy. Just a few hours ago I regarded myself as being the stronger one, the one "wearing the pants". Now I was happy that, if not trapped between her legs, I still was tied up in a way I could never resist her.

And I was amazed watching her beautiful body exerting power over mine. She positioned me laying flat on the mattress. I admired her hair, her scrunchy and barrette, her shoulders and feminine gracile arms, the breathtaking body her tight tank top stretched itself over, the dainty bracelet with its cute little heart trinket hanging over her fine-boned fingers, and of course her gorgeously shaped waist and legs, all the way down to her perfect feet.

After she was done positioning me, she finally straddled me again. I loved this so much. With her on top it felt just right. As she realized how much I enjoyed being straddled again, she grinned down at me and patted my cheek.

"You're still crazy about me, huh?"

"I can't help it." I guess I sounded like apologizing.

She laid her arms on my shoulders and with stretched arms she supported herself against me, pressing me down.

"It's alright. It just proves that you're a guy, I guess."

"I'm so into you."

She just smiled and made a mouth like kissing. I closed my eyes and tried to come towards her, but she kept pressing me down. As I opened my eyes again, I saw her lovely face with a little grin.

"I really am a slave to you", I admitted.

"Obviously."

"Will you ever release me?"

She quietly laughed.

For a moment there was just silence. I sunk in her eyes. Suddenly she said:

"Do you know that Victoria's Secret has sports wear?"

My goodness, I thought. I knew her pants were as hot as if they were from Victoria's Secret, but I never knew that there actually was sport fashion designed by this sexiness-label.

I just stared at her, in anticipation what would come next.

"I just thought of what you said. You said that you'd like me to get more s**y pants I can wear for ballet, right?"

"Absolutely!"

"Well, I'm pretty sure Victoria's Secret has something you'd like."

"I think so too."

"And you want me to use your bank account for this?" She grinned from ear to ear as she said this.

"Nothing could make me happier."

She gave me an intense kiss on my forehead.

"Good thing that they have an online shop."

"You want to look now?"

She smiled. "I should securely tie you back to the bed, before you can have second thoughts."

"Those are unfair practices. Tied to your bed I would agree on anything you say or do."

"Good!"

She stood up and told me to do so, too. She undid the knots that tied my arms to my body. Of course she left my wrists tied together.

One of her hands held my arms and the other one grabbed my throat. I knew I was not able to fight her. I lost as I was totally unbound before. Now my hands were tied together and I was still pretty exhausted from her intense "tickle treatment". And on top of that, I overly smelled of her and would readily fall down to my knees when she would just snap her fingers.

She firmly laid me down to the bed again, raised my arms over my head. With a few knots she tied the legs of the pantyhose around my wrists to the bed rail again. After that she went to the foot of the bed and secured my legs with a scarf or so. Finally, she gave my feet a pinch and turned to her desk.

She turned back and said:

"I almost forgot to leave you something to keep you in line."

With that she sat down on the side of the bed and pulled off her sweet little socks again. I loved her so much for this. Carefully she placed the socks over my mouth and nose.

"Don't you dare to let them fall off your face. If you do, you'll never gonna smell or touch my feet again."

It couldn't be more obvious that she knew how much I loved the scent of degradation.

Then she went to her desk and powered on her computer.

I was trapped between the two thoughts of breathing through her socks and the s*xy things she's going to buy, from my money. I did not even want to know how nervously the bulge in my pants must have been jumping around.

I don't know how long it took her to pick the things she wanted to buy. As I said, I was quite busy. But eventually she spoke to me.

"Do you have paypal?"

"Yes."

"Good. E-mail?"

I told her.

"Password?"

I told her. My heart sunk.

She came back to me. I saw her grinning at the center of my body. She crawled over me and let her hand run over the memorial of male defenselessness against feminine wiles. She took her socks from my face.

"Will you show me what you have purchased?", I asked.

"You will see it when it arrives."

"Ok."

"Good that I have tied you up. All the se*y clothings made me feel like having you at my disposal, so I can play with you again."

Her fingers thrilled my helpless body and all I could do was to ecstatically moan "Oh, my goddess".

Re: ballet is a real sport in the end (f/m)

Postby thedarkdefender » Sat May 31, 2014 5:11 am

Very cool. Can't wait to find out what she purchased.

Re: ballet is a real sport in the end (f/m)

Postby john4711 » Thu Jun 12, 2014 10:50 am

Unfortunately I cannot exactly show what she purchased. For two reasons: First, it's nearly 8 years ago now and these clothings are no longer produced. Second, I cannot show a photo of her wearing this stuff, because I've got none. And if I had, she wouldn't allow me to show it. Even if this night is 8 years ago, I have to admit that from this night on I never got away from her. In fact, we are residing together for a few years now. And yes, I still abide by the promise she tickled out of me that night: to be her slave forever. So yeah, she's in charge ;)

Anyway, to illustrate the image of that athletic but petite girl, I have attached a picture showing a Victoria's Secret sports outfit that looks almost the same as the stuff she has purchased. It had the same shape and was black with a few golden decorations.
And, what's more important, the body shape (and actually some facial features and the hair color) of that model is defined in almost the same manner as it is by my girlfriend. (Well, of course she does not have that artificial sweat on her ;)) To be honest, today I'm no longer surprised that she could overpower me and keep me pinned down :S

Well, that picture does not seem to be actually related to TUGs. But when I see a girl like that, the first thing that comes to my mind is: "Holy..., she could surely tie me up". And this is immediately followed by: "I WANT her to tie me up!" So, for me, this picture is heavily TUG-related.

That is the reason why I don't have any "man cards" left, why a such a girl bow has my "balls" in her bag. I'm not "wearing the pants" or anything like that. She has stripped me naked, disseized me of everything. That night she lured me into a cage with female seduction and keeps it bolted and barred with female charms ever since. She has kind of emasculated me. I can't defy her in any way. I can't even side with pals when their girls are going to be a pain; only if my "mistress" allows me to, or, more precisely, orders me to. But that's ok for me. That's the price of defeat. For me, women have won. I don't know whether I'm a disgrace or betrayer to manliness. But I'm plain proud of my position: to have found a woman, or rather have been found by a woman, whose mind and body I admire so much that being her "slave" fulfills me and gives my life a meaning.

I'm happy that she allows me to take that trip down memory lane. But she won't allow me to show pictures. And even though I'd like to "show off" a little, I take her point. We don't have many anyway.

Ok, I get off the point, I guess. If you don't care for that stuff I have just written, feel free to forget it ;)
I will absolutely continue the story. Even though the night is not too long any more, I'm afraid.
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Re: ballet is a real sport in the end (f/m)

Postby john4711 » Sun Jun 15, 2014 7:42 am

I think she tickled me for another ten or fifteen minutes. It wasn't too long, but drained as I was it was still hard to endure.

As she paused thrilling me, she was nearly laughing as much as I was. Out of this I heard her lovely voice:

"I'm nearly sorry." She was still chuckling. "I'm afraid I get used to this way too fast."

"No problem."

She smiled. "I hope you don't feel too humiliated."

"No. Well, maybe a little bit."

Smiling became grinning. "Ok, a little bit is fine, for now."

"Actually, I just hope you don't minify me now."

"Should I?"

"Well. You overpowered me, physically, in a fight, fair and square."

"So? Is that a surprise?"

"Shouldn't the guy be... stronger?"

She laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"You still cannot believe that ballet is a 'real' sport, huh?"

I said nothing, just starred at her and her amazingly shaped body.

She grabbed my elbows and leaned on them, her face merely inches over mine.

"You're barely bigger than I am. You're a wimp, and I'm well-conditioned. What the heck did you expect to happen when we two actually start to fight?"

"Don't know."

"That this all does not matter, because you're the guy?"

"Actually, yes..."

She pitifully patted my cheek.

"Well, in any case, you have taught me better", I admitted.

She smirked at me. "Oh yea? Do you think you have learned your lesson?"

I grinned. "Well, now that you say it... Maybe you'd better discipline me some more."

She felt for my crotch and with a knowing look she said: "Oh yeah, you would like that, wouldn't you?"

I could not speak while she kept stroking my crotch.

"You think this would be fun." She kept stroking me. "I'm not sure, maybe you understand something differenty by 'being my slave' than I do?"

Again I could not answer, as I was still stunned by the sensation her stroking carried into my helpless body.

"It's not going to be fun", she calmly explained, "it's going to be demanding, time-robbing, exhausting, and, seeing how your little warrior responds to this, probably quite 'chafing'."

She stopped stroking and firmly grabbed my bulge instead.

"But most importantly, it's going to be degrading and absolutely humiliating for you."

I still was stunned. I was putty in her hands.

"Everybody will know that you're my slave, literally."

Maybe it was a little unfair that she started to stroke my crotch again before she continued.

"I will treat you like and you will behave like my slave always and everywhere, even in public."

Now her stroking became even more intense and empathic.

"Do you want that?"

I groaned and moaned a faithful "Yes, please, my goddess."

She immediately let up on my crotch and with extendes arms she leaned herself on my shoulders again.

"Good boy."

Her smile was mind-blowing.

"I love you."

I loved to say this so much. To express this exact feeling after all she had just said was, for me, the utmost demonstration of my complete and sincere submission to her.

"Alright then, let's take the opportunity to get some things straight now."

I smiled, beaten but content. "Such as?"

"Seeing how much you like what I did to you the last few hours", as a demonstration she patted my crotch again, "I'm sure you'll happily agree that being my slave is your ultimate fate and natural purpose of life."

"Yes, my goddess!"

"Alright. Do you remember Wednesday last week? I wanted you to come by my house. And you said that you will be hanging with some of your 'buddies'."

"Yes?" Of course I did remember. I don't know whether it really was a Wednesday, but she really was that specific.

"Will anything like this happen again?"

"Of course not."

"So, if I ask you to come by, what will you do?"

"I will cancel whatever may stand in the way, and then I will, of course, come by."

"Good boy", she again gently patted my cheek. "Ok. Also, you know that sometimes I ask you to carry my stuff. Maybe my gym strip in school, or my purse, or whatever. Have you ever said 'yes, dear, with pleasure'?"

"No?" Until this point I thought that it would look pretty whipped. If only had I known how much I wanted to be whipped by her.

"So, if I ask you to carry my stuff again, what will you do?"

"I will be happy to have the chance to serve my goddess."

"Good boy", gentle cheek patting again. "From time to time you make fun of women. Sometimes stereotypes like 'women can't drive' or 'women cry to get what they want' or so. Sometimes you create your own stereotypes, like women don't think ahead, or ballet ain't a real sport..."

I looked at her with a real bad conscience.

"Do you still think this way about women?"

"No!"

"And why not?"

"Because you showed me that you are superior to us humble males."

"Is that so?"

"Yes! I mean, you are a goddess! I really mean it!"

She smiled. "So, you mean that men are helpless against feminine charms?"

"Absolutely. Well, at least heterosexual ones."

She laughed. "That's enough."

I smiled, too.

"So, will you ever make fun of women again?"

"Maybe if they're fat."

I felt a not so gentle pat on my cheek, but then I looked in a smiling face.

"Ok", she said, "will you ever make fun of all women at once?"

"No."

"Would you let a venus symbol be tattooed on your body?"

"If it's a symbol of the female ascendany you're in over me, then I think I'd be fine with it."

"And if I'd order you to be tattooed in a way you're not fine with?"

I had to swallow. Probably I would try anything to avoid this, but that was not what I wanted to believe or say. "I would, of course, obey."

I looked into a bewitchting smile. "Don't worry. I wouldn't do that to you. But that still was the right answer."

"Ok", she continued, "given I decide to keep you as my slave for so long, that you finally start earning money. Who do you think will be in charge of the account that money goes in?"

"You."

"And who else?"

"You alone."

"Good boy."

I enjoyed my reward being patted on my cheek. (It's a fun fact that this really happened. I'm working for a little more than a year now. Since we still are a couple (lucky me!) and I stand by my promises... well, you have just read all the things I have promised her. She is really good at making me actually WANT to stand by all these promises and to find new ways to surrender myself to her.)

"Ok", she said after a few seconds of silence, "I think that's enough for today. I don't want to ask too much of my little pupil."

"That's nice of you."

"I need the lavatory", she said and stood up.

"Me, too", I hurried to say.

She turned around and smirked at me. "Too bad, huh?"

"Please."

"We'll see."

With that, she left the room.

As she came back I think I looked kind of beseeching. She looked at me and raised one eyebrow.

"Please", I begged.

Thankfully, she smiled and said: "Ok, I don't want to be as mean as all that."

I really was relieved.

While she came to me I had another chance to admire the firm walk of that petite body. There was no doubt that she was vastly superior. It was actually needless for her to say:

"You know that you don't have the chance of a snowflake in hell if you try to fight me."

The fact that she stroked my crotch while she said this made her sound even more convincing.

She straddled me, but just to reach the knots at the bed rail more easily. She freed my arms from the rail. The pantyhose was, of course, still firmly tied around my wrists.

She stood up and told me to free my ankles myself. The knots down there not too hard to unravel---given I could reach them. They were tight enough that I now knew that trying to get out of them without my hands was absolutely futile.

As I finally stood up, she laid one hand around my neck and with the other she grabbed my arm. Holding me like this, she led me to the bathroom. She closed the door, from the inside. Obviously she was going to watch me even now...

I hestitated, so she said:

"Come on, there's nothing I haven't seen already."

I was happy I did not have to defecate. However, I was a bit nervous, so I took a little longer. She did not say anything. After I was finally done, I stepped to the sink to wash my hands. While I soaped my hands she stepped pretty close behind me. I barely had enough room to dry my hands. And after that was done, she reached for the lose ends of the pantyhose around my wrists and pulled them behind me, forcing my hands back to my body.

"That was enough freedom for you, don't you think?", she asked.

She tied the legs of the pantyhose together to immobilize my arms.

"Since we are here now, we should brush our teeth, huh?"

I was a little baffled, how should I do this with my arms tied to my body? Still behind me she forced me near the sink again and reached past me for my toothbrush. She put toothpaste on it, wetted it, and then she pushed it into my mouth.

I was just standing there, tied up, helpless, pressed to the sink, and having my teeth brushed by my girlfriend. When I tried to move, she laid her free hand around my throat. She gently kicked one of my legs to make me stand with my legs more apart and hence more stable. Somehow this immobilized me even more.

These minutes felt weird, absolutely degrading and somewhat special at the same time. As her hand around my throat went away and pushed my head down instead, I knew I was allowed to spit out. She washed my brush and mouth and dried me. After that she led me to the toilet and made me sit down.

I knew I had to wait until she had brushed her own teeth as well. I was wondering why she had done this. Maybe she had just thought it was funny. Or maybe she wanted to show me how little freedom she actually had to grant me. Either way, she had just proven me that she could keep me helplessly tied up all night without being "as mean as all that".

After she was done with herself she again grabbed my neck and arm and led me back to her room.

She closed the door behind us. She still was behind me as she said:

"Take off your clothes."

I did not dare to turn around. If I had learned something tonight, it was obeying her. I took off my shirt and trousers. I was not sure where she expected me to stop. I waited for a second and as I wanted to start pulling my boxers off, I felt something pushing in the back of my knee, forcing me down. Her fingers crawled from my neck under my chin while she walked around me. She stopped right in front of me, grabbed my chin to make me look up to her.

"Still having fun?", she asked.

"I'm feeling like a prisoner."

"Oh, yea?" Her foot felt for my bulge. "Do you think your little friend down there would like prison as much as he likes me?"

"No, you're right."

"Alright then, before I tie you to the bed for sleep, I want you to thank me."

"For what exactly?"

"For holding you captive and thereby allowing you to live at my mercy."

I was pretty sure I had thanked her for something like that already, but I did not mind to repeat myself.

"Thank you very much for this. I didn't know I do, but I really appreciate it."

She smiled and helped me up. While she tied me to the bed again she acted like this was the most normal thing to do and just confabulated with me. What she said was actually so trivial that I can't remember it. Probably something about a friend of hers or so. I just remember that I was kind of impressed how lightly she took what had happened and our new "positions".

After she was done I testingly pulled against my ties. Of course I was trapped. She proceeded to my legs. Watching her, I said:

"I know I cannot hide that I like what you do", she smiled, "but doesn't all that seem somewhat 'strange' to you? Maybe a bit?"

She just secured my first leg. "Don't know. Can it be true that this is more natural than it was until now? At least for you and me?"

"Well, I for one am profoundly convinced it is", I said.

She looked, said "Good" and at the same time she tightened up the knot that secured my second leg, rendering me absolutely helpless again.

Somehow I was sad that the night was obviously going to be over soon. But watching her changing for the night brought another sensation to my defeated body. She had short pajama bottoms and a top that was too tight but still incredibly sexy in its silky and playful sleaziness.

She laid down beside me. She stroked my crotch again.

"If you can't sleep, you may spend your time thinking about more ways to submit to me."

"I can't think about anything else."

"Good, I'm looking forward to hearing your ideas tomorrow."

I smiled.

"Oh, and wait", she said, licked over her thumb and started to rub my forehead with it.

First I did not know what she did, but then I remembered.

"That would have been a little bit too embarrassing", she said.

Somehow I was happy that she removed that "property of" stuff from my forehead. On the other hand, going to school like this would surely have been some very special experience. But still it felt good that I was all hers and that no one else was involved in this.

"But you have said that I will be your slave in public, too."

I don't know why I just could not help saying this. Maybe I was too excited to find out what it would be like.

"You'd like to brag about what I did with you tonight, huh?"

"No", I hurried to say, "I just would not mind if the others knew I'm your slave."

"Good. I'm not going to hide it. But they can get the bottom of how serious this really is themselves."

"Ok. I guess some girls will envy you pretty much."

Again she patted my crotch. "Yea, well, let's face it: the guys will secretly envy you even more."

I smiled all over my face. "And I thank you for that."


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Well, that's it. I did not sleep very much this night. But she did, so there is nothing more to tell. Just me being alone with my thoughts.

Of course she tied me up quite a few times more. If there still is interest, I may tell more stories about how she repeatedly convinced me that being her slave is by far the best thing that could ever happen to me. And, just as importantly, that I actually had no choice any more ;)

Re: ballet is a real sport in the end (f/m)

Postby Mr Underheel » Sun Jun 15, 2014 2:41 pm

Exceptional stuff! Thank you

Re: ballet is a real sport in the end (f/m)

Postby geelcarl » Sat Jun 28, 2014 5:53 pm

This story is actually incredible. Would love for you to write further adventures you had with her. Would read def read them!