Dancer Girl

***

The next evening. Julia went to the rehearsal studio casually dressed, with her dancing attire in her sports bag. She came fresh from work, slightly tired, but a strong cup of coffee gave her the boost she needed.

After changing her clothes, she warmed up alone in the studio. It was another private session. It was awkward seeing Mark for the first time after fantasizing about him sexually. Deep down, she prayed that Mark wouldn't ask about the assignment. She didn't want to admit her fantasies to him.

"Evening," he said, coming in to the room, then taking a seat.

Julia continued warming up. "Evening."

"You look strong, healthy. Ready to go."

She smiled and pointed to the table top. "Must be that cup of coffee."

"That always does the trick."

"I'm ready now."

"What's the rush?" he asked, leaning back in the chair. "We have plenty of time."

"Yeah...but...we're here for dance rehearsals."

"Did you do it last night?"

"Umm...what do you mean?"

"I think you know," he replied. "Did you do it?"

She faintly nodded. "I did."

"Tell me about it. What happened? How did you do it?"

"It was late at night. I was in my bed. The lights were on. I used my fingers, because I wanted a personal touch. I wasn't in the mood for a sex toy."

"What did you think about when you masturbated?" he asked bluntly.

She looked around the room briefly. "Dancing. Being on stage. Being totally naked. I thought about doing a little dance routine without any clothes. It was a liberating feeling."

"So, you're an exhibitionist? Many dancers and performers are. It's a common fantasy. It's certainly a very arousing thought."

She gave a shy shrug. "Well, that's why we do this, right? We desperately crave attention."

"You crave sexual attention," he noted. "There's a difference."

"Okay, I guess there is."

"Tell me more," he insisted. "You danced on stage, naked. Ballet? Or something else? Were you a stripper in this fantasy?"

"No. It was ballet, in the same auditorium I always dance on."

"Anything else? Any other fantasies?"

"That's about it."

"I don't believe you," he replied sharply. "Now you're lying to me."

Julia curled her fingers in nervousness. "I thought about being tied up with a pair of spandex. I'm sure it must sound stupid to you, but it's a regular fantasy I have. I like the thought of being tied up. You know, losing up control."

"And?"

"Someone having sex with me, you know, while I'm being tied," she said uncomfortably.

Deep down, Julia wanted to tell him that he was the man she fantasized about, and that she imagined him tying her up and claiming her sexually. But when she looked in Mark's eyes, she already knew. Mark had already figured it out. He knew her fantasies. It was like he could see straight through her. Oh gosh! He knows!

Mark pointed across the room. "The small cloth over there. Go get it. I want you to fold it."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

Julia apprehensively walked to the other side of the room, took the cloth, and folded it. She walked back to the center of the room and held it.

"I want you to blindfold yourself with it," he said. "Do it."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes. Do it."

She did as she was told, bringing the cloth to her face and tying it behind her head, so that she was completely blindfolded.

"Okay," she said, blindfolded.

"Open your top."

"Excuse me?" she asked in disbelief

"Open your top and show me your tiny little breasts."

"Why?"

"Because you want to. This is your fantasy, isn't it?"

Julia reached down and put her hands on her spandex top.

"Are you sure this is a good idea? I don't think we should..."

"This is optional. Either do it, or leave. It's a simple choice."

She pulled the flexible top down and exposed her bare breasts. They were small, pointed, with pretty pink nipples which quickly hardened.

"They're lovely," he said.

"What now?" she asked, blindfolded with her breasts exposed.

"Now, you dance. Think of me and hundreds of other people watching you. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

The music began to play and Julia moved her arms & feet in a beautiful way. She was still blindfolded. Her breasts were still on display. She did the ballet routine, which she already knew by heart. Dancing blindfolded was easy because she was experienced. The hard part was dancing with her breasts exposed. She wondered if Mark was getting aroused seeing her tits.

Julia tried her best to focus on her dance, rather than her exposed breasts, or else she would fall and hurt herself. She did twirls and spins, along with leaps in the air. It was the first time she had ever done a ballet routine while aroused, and it made her knees weak. Her jumps weren't as high. Her leaps and twirls weren't as graceful, but she managed to pull it off.

The music ended, and Julia finished the routine.

"Can I take off the blindfold now?" she asked.

"No."

She heard his footsteps approaching, until he stood right in front of her. She didn't know what to expect. Then she felt his strong fingers pinch both of her nipples.

"They're stiff," he noted of her nipples.

"I know."

"Why are they stiff? The air isn't cold."

"I'm aroused," she admitted.

"Because your tiny breasts are showing? Or because I'm watching you?"

"Both," she whispered.

Mark pinched her nipples harder, then he tugged them, stretching her breasts. When she began to gasp from the pain, he released them.

"Put your hand inside of your pants. Touch yourself for me."

She brought her hand down, and slipped it inside of her pants. She heard Mark walk away, then he sat down to watch. Julia remained blindfolded, tits exposed, with her hand touching her pussy.

"I'm rubbing it now," she said.

"Don't stop until you orgasm."

Julia used the tip of her index finger to rub her clit in a circular motion. Her mouth was wide open. She was moaning, thinking of Mark admiring her vulnerable and exposed dance body. She fingered herself, making her moan even more.

Minutes passed, and she worked her pussy even faster. Her moans became faster. Her toes curled, and the muscles in her toned legs began to contract. She came for him.

Her muscles and body suddenly relaxed after the orgasm. She caught her breath.

"Well done," he said. "That was very erotic, Julia."

"Can I take the blindfold off now?"

"Not yet."

"Why?" she asked.

"I want you to lick your fingers clean first. Then you can take it off."

Julia brought her hand to her mouth, and inserted two of her wet fingers inside. She tasted her natural pussy fluids. She sucked and licked it clean.

She heard Mark approach her, then he removed her blindfold. She saw him, face-to-face. He towered over her, making her feel extra small in his presence.

"Good girl," he said.

He leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. It was a wet passionate kiss. The kind she had been waiting for. It became an aggressive kiss. A dominating one. It was the kind of kiss which showed that he was in charge, not her. She preferred it that way.

***

A few nights later. Julia had returned home to her small apartment after a grueling night of group rehearsals. Mark had pushed all of the dancers to their limits. As soon as she entered the apartment, she crashed on the couch, face down. Being a waitress and dancer wasn't a good combination for her feet. When she mustered the strength, she got up and stripped off all her clothes, tossing them to the floor. She went directly to the bathroom for a desperately needed shower.

When she finished, she blow dried her hair and walked naked to the bedroom. She collapsed onto the bed, naked. She was hungry. There was still leftover soup in the refrigerator which needed to be warmed.

Julia got up, naked, and picked up her dirty sweaty clothes off the floor. A note fell out. She had no idea where it came from. When she opened it, she saw that it had Mark's signature. He must have secretly slipped it inside of her outfit when they hugged each other before leaving.

She read the letter:

Julia,

I'm only tough with you because I care. I know I can be rough, but it's because you're special. You're my special Dancer Girl. That's how I think of you. My precious Dancer Girl. If you think I'm hurting you, then tell me, and I'll leave the production. I promise. I'm offering because I want you to be a big star someday.

But if you think we have good chemistry together, then I'll stay. And if I stay, things will be done however I wish. That means, you do exactly what I want. During our private sessions, I expect you to understand.

x Mark

She smiled to herself. The answer was obvious. She wanted him. She wanted him as the director of the show. She wanted him as her dance instructor. And she wanted him sexually.

Julia sat down on her small desk, naked, and grabbed a pen & paper. She also grabbed an envelope and put a stamp on it. She wrote down Mark's address on the envelope. Then she wrote a letter:

Dear Mark,

I think you already know the answer.

Sincerely,

"Dancer Girl"

She folded the letter and placed it inside the envelope. Then she licked the seal of the envelope and closed it.

Deep down, she wished that she had the courage to write more. There were so many things she wanted to say to him. She wanted to let him know that he was absolutely right. Julia always knew that she was a free-spirited woman who was a sexual submissive and craved dominance. Mark was so right. But she was afraid to tell him.

She also wanted to tell him how many times she masturbated thinking about him. Exposing her breasts to him was the highlight of her sex life for the year. She wanted to do it again and again. She wanted him to know it. But, she was positive that Mark already knew how she felt. It was like he could see through her. He understood her completely. He understood her sexually.

She leaned back in her chair and began to touch herself between the legs. Even though she was exhausted and starving, at that moment, she would rather have an orgasm thinking of Mark's cock. Making herself cum thinking about being submissive wasn't hard- it wasn't hard at all. The only thing she had to do was replay the memory of dancing for Mark with her small tits exposed. She orgasmed thinking about sucking his cock. I wonder what his cock looks like?

*****

Weeks passed. It was opening night of the dance production. The curtains rose. The music played. The dancers did their routine.

Julia took center stage and performed her solo. The attendance was modest that night. But all eyes were on her for those precious minutes during her solo performance. She danced like it was her last night on earth. It was the performance of her life.

When the show was over, all of the dancers praised each other and celebrated. The crowd left satisfied. The dancers were thrilled with the show they put on. The smiles on their faces showed their satisfaction. The dancers unanimously praised Mark for his direction, and for pushing them to new limits.

Afterwards, Julia sat on the stage alone with the cleaning crew there. She was still in full costume and make-up. The other dancers had already left.

Julia then went to the locker room to shower, washing away all of the make-up. When she finished the shower, she dried herself with a towel and walked naked back to the locker room. Mark was there, waiting for her. She smiled at him while she dried her hair with another towel, with her naked body completely exposed.

"You were excellent," he said casually. "The crowd loved you. Just like I expected. I was afraid that the pressure of being a lead dancer would hurt your performance- but it didn't. You shined."

She threw the towel to the basket, standing naked before him.

"I have a lot of experience being on stage," she smiled. "I've done it for years."

"Then I'll never doubt you again."

"Can I ask you a personal question?" she asked.

"Sure," he replied.

"How come you've never made me suck your dick? Isn't that what all men want from women?"

"Because I know you desperately want to do it. But you haven't earned it yet."

"Did I earn it tonight?" she asked cautiously. "Our grand opening was a hit."

"I think you've earned it. Do you want your reward now?"

Julia looked around the corner. "Is anyone here? I'm afraid someone might walk in."

"I've already tipped the cleaning staff and told them to leave early."

She felt a nervous excitement. "So...do you want to...you know...do it now? Can I suck your cock?"

"Come here."

Julia walked towards him, naked, still slightly wet from the shower. Her hair was still wet. She felt vulnerable and aroused standing naked in front of his large build. Mark reached in his pocket and held out a piece of cloth.

"I'm going to blindfold you," he said. "A locker room is no place for the lead dancer to suck cock, and to be fucked. You deserve better."

"Then where?"

"We're going to the rehearsal studio."

"I'll get dressed," she said.

"No. I'm going to take you there blindfolded, and naked."

She was shocked. "What if someone sees me?"

"You're an exhibitionist, aren't you? Let them watch."

"That's...that's different..."

"You've already bared your soul on stage with your flawless dance routine. Now you're ashamed of anyone seeing your beautiful body?"

"I would be humiliated if any of the other dancers came back and saw me naked."

He smiled, "Well, you wouldn't know. You'll be blindfolded. The only person that matters is me. Isn't that right?"

"You're right."

"Do you want my cock, or not? There are plenty of other beautiful young women in this city who would love to be my little plaything."

She cried, "I want to do it!"

"Close your eyes," he said.

Julia closed her eyes and Mark applied the blindfold. Her vision was completely obscured. He held her small hand and gave a gentle tug.

"Follow me," he said, leading her by the hand.

She walked blindly through the locker room. Her bare feet touched the cold surface of the floor. The building was getting cold. Her nipples hardened from the cool air. A feeling of terror came over her body. Please don't let anyone see me. Please don't let anyone see me. Please god, don't let anyone see me!

Beneath the fear, there was also an exhibitionist rush. She felt an excitement in being so vulnerable while blinded. She put her faith entirely in Mark. But then again, he might have been aroused if anyone saw her naked, she thought to herself. She felt like his prize. She felt like his plaything on total display.

The naked walk felt long because they went slowly. Finally, she felt the hard floor of the dance studio beneath her feet. She knew she had made it successfully. She wasn't caught, as far as she knew.

"Did anyone see us?" she asked, still blindfolded.

"Some things are better left secrets."

"You have to tell me! Did any of the dancers or cleaning people see me naked?!" she asked in a panic.

"Don't worry about any of that," he said. "The only thing you should care about is my cock. I want you to please it. Don't you agree?"

"Yes," she nodded.

"On your knees."

Julia got down on her knees. She heard the unmistakable sound of Mark unzipping his pants. Finally.

"Open your mouth," he said. "Take it inside."

She parted her lips, leaned forward, and took the tip of the penis inside of her mouth. It was already semi-erect. She wrapped her lips around it. She took it deeper inside of her mouth and began to suck the head. After months of waiting, her wish had finally come true. She took it deeper inside and sucked harder. She loved worshiping his cock in her mouth, even though she couldn't see it.

"Use your hands," he said. "Stroke me while you suck."

Julia used both hands to feel his shaft. Her thin fingers rubbed his manhood, and she began to visualize what it must have looked like. She knew he was big when she sucked it, and her hands only confirmed it.

She jerked him off with both hands while she sucked the head. It crossed her mind that the door to the small studio may have been open. She hadn't heard Mark close the door earlier. And she definitely didn't hear him lock anything. If any of the other dancers or cleaning people had walked in, she would have been caught red handed, naked, with a big cock in her mouth. At any other time she would have been horrified of getting caught. But at that very moment, her only priority was pleasing Mark's cock.

"Your cock sucking ability is equal to your dancing ability," he teased. "We'll have plenty more time for this in the future. But for now, I need you to stand up for me."

Julia stood. She felt Mark reach behind her head and untie the blindfold. She saw him with a pleased look on his face. It made her happy that she was the one who pleased him.

"Look at yourself," he said.

He used his strong hands to turn her body towards the large mirror in the rehearsal studio. Julia looked at her completely naked body. It was an exhibitionist moment. They both looked in the mirror together. She looked tiny next to him. She was naked, but Mark was still fully dressed, but with his cock exposed. She took a good look at his cock in the mirror, seeing how big it was, and how wet it was from her saliva. Her eyes returned to her naked reflection. It was an exhibitionist rush.

"Look at how beautiful you are," he said. "Your perfect dancer's body. My dancer girl."

His hands began to rub her shoulders and neck, while they continued looking at Julia's nude body in the mirror. It was a caressing rub. Then he rubbed her long hair.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Please..."

He wrapped his long arms around her, towering over her, making her feel overwhelmed.

Mark took her hand and led her to the ballet handle bar in front of the large mirror.

"Wait here a moment," he said.

She watched Mark walk to the other side of the room, with his hard wet cock proudly swinging between his legs. He was clearly proud of his penis, she thought to herself. She watched Mark sift through some random pieces of attire sitting on the table. He came back to her with a pair of ballet tights in his hands, standing right behind her.

"What are you going to do with that?" she asked.

"I'm going to tie you up. Right where you stand, next to the bar."

Her eyes shifted to the open door. "But...but...the door is still open..."

"If anyone wants to watch," he whispered in her ear. "Let them watch."

Mark used his strong body to overwhelm Julia's frame. She didn't resist. She didn't want to. She gave herself to him completely. She allowed him to place her wrists on the ballet bar. She held her hands there while Mark used the ballet tights to tie her wrists to the bar. She was bound, helpless, naked, and wet. Being dominated sexually was exactly what she wanted from him.

"Face the mirror," he said in her ear. "Look at your beautiful reflection. Spread your legs darling. I'm going to fuck you now."

She did as she was told. She looked at her naked reflection in the mirror, with her wrists tied to the ballet bar. She spread her legs and stuck her butt out. There was no need for lubrication. She was already wet enough. Her body was aching to be fucked. Finally! Finally! Finally!

Her eyes remained on the mirror, watching Mark drop his pants and position himself behind her. His strong hands arranged her hips in the right angle. He guided his hard cock towards her tight little pussy hole. Finally! The tip of his cock touched her pussy. Then he gave a thrust. He entered. Julia gasped.