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2.
Upon being informed of the new arrival, I made my way to the lobby. I stopped just inside and appraised the girl. She was so slender and solitary looking under the vast vaulted ceiling.
She looked up at my approach and my pulse quickened with instant desire. Dark luminous eyes in the face of an angel was my first thought. My second was a silent thank you to the gods for having delivered such a succulent gift into my keeping.
"I am Dame Vera Mann. I shall be your mentor… if your audition is sufficiently impressive."
"I am so thrilled to meet you, Dame Vera. You are one of my idols," the girl gushed.
"Really? You are too young to have seen me dance."
"I have read all about you though and seen film of your pas de deux in Swan Lake.
May I introduce myself, Dame Vera? I am Lucinda Palm-Erslit."
"I know who you are. Gather your kit and follow me," I instructed her brusquely.
Her beauty and innocence tempted me to be warm and seductive with the girl but I knew that an attitude of firm control would be best.
Knowing the studio was empty I had the girl follow me there. Under the guise of an evaluation, I would be able to enjoy an unhindered view of Lucinda's charms.
"Here we are, Lucinda. If you succeed, this will be your new torture chamber. By the time I am done with you, you will probably hate the sight of the barre and the sound of my voice," I warned her.
"Oh, no, Dame Vera, I know one must suffer for her art. I am just grateful that you are willing to suffer my ignorance," she replied sincerely.
"We shall see how grateful you turn out to be. Disrobe for me, Lucinda."
"Where is the changing room, Dame Vera?"
"Through that rear door but it is locked and I don't feel like fetching the key. If your silly modesty requires it though…"
"No. Please don't bother. I'll change here," Lucinda placated me.
The girl gracefully removed her skirt and blouse and stepped out of her flats. In plain white panties and a sports bra, her long limbs were revealed. Her supple body made each mundane movement a delight for me. She drew a body stocking from her knapsack but I stopped her.
"I think I should prefer this initial evaluation done in the nude, Lucinda."
"Nude? But why, Dame Vera?"
"I am not used to being questioned by a student. If it will ease your provincial little mind though, I shall tell you why. I wish to study the way your muscles move, so that I may see what needs to be strengthened."
Her eyes lowered apologetically and she removed her underwear. She lowered herself to the hardwood floor to put on her pointes. I could see a nicely trimmed pussy pouting below a well-toned tummy. Her smallish breasts were capped with pointy, rose coloured strawberries. I bit my lower lip to take my mind off my desire to taste them. She glanced up and noticed my examination of her. I made no attempt to disguise my blatant interest. She blushed and averted her eyes.
"Right! To the barre and commence with the plié. Fifteen minutes worth, please," I ordered.
Lucinda moved to the barre and took up the exercise. A progressively deeper bending of the knees, with the legs turned out and the heels maintaining their contact with the floor. She was facing the mirror and could see that my attention was focused on the smooth rise and fall of her heart-shaped bottom. I brought a gold compact from the pocket of my slacks and opened it. I placed it on the floor between her heels. Each descent caused the delicate petals of her young cunt to part, revealing its coral interior. She glanced down and blushed furiously as she realized what I was seeing. I saw a question forming on her lips but a stern look quelled it.
I worked her until she was limber enough to bounce off her heels. A thin sheen of perspiration now glistened on her. I ordered her away from the barre and called for a long series of ciseaux . These are jumps where one's legs open and close like the blades of a pair of scissors. Her nipples bobbed beautifully with every leap, while as in the previous exercise, her pussy continued to wink at me. The girl was very fit. She went a long time before her breathing became laboured and the sweat actually ran.
I instructed her to give me a side attitude. A pose, on balance, similar to an arabesque but instead of being held out straight, the raised leg is bent with the toe pointing down. I made her hold the pose until her working leg began to tremble. In this position her cunt gaped and I was sure she could see its pink smile in the surrounding mirrors. I moved to her and placed a hand at her sternum, just below those tempting breasts. My other hand took hold of the inside of her thigh. With pressure at both points, I was able to slightly elevate her posture. I moved my lips to her ear.
"Is it painful yet, Lucinda?" I asked in a whisper.
"Yes," she answered through gritted teeth.
"You must smile and look serene. The audience must never suspect that it hurts. You must maintain the illusion of being lighter than air. Now, I shall attempt to distract you and I will send more pain coursing through you but you must ignore it and smile."
Lucinda blinked bravely back at me in acknowledgement. The thumb and forefinger of my right hand captured one of her nipples and ever so slowly, I applied pressure to it. My left hand, meanwhile, began to stroke the edges of her slick pussy. Her smile took on a frozen cast and her brow furrowed in concentration.
I pinched down on her little nubbin even harder, while my other fingers insinuated themselves up into her cunt. Discovering that her hymen was intact sent a thrill racing through my loins. I teased it with the tip of a nail, eliciting a tight gasp from her. My busy fingers were getting to her and I felt her honey begin to flow.
The strain of the pose was becoming excruciating for her and the sweat was now dripping. My fingernails met through the tortured flesh of her nipple. I twisted and it was too much for her. She lost control of the pain. With a short anguished scream she collapsed and lay trembling on the parquet floor.
I let her sob for a bit. From a small hook on the door, I retrieved the correcting wand I used when conducting a class. It was a three-foot length of flexible willow. Lucinda had somewhat recovered and was looking at me strangely. I knew she was asking herself whether the ordeal I'd put her through was a legitimate exercise.
"Come now, girl, up with you! Your endurance is poor. I doubt you shall make the cut here if that's all you can manage," I taunted her.
She rose quickly and stuck her adorable chin out gamely to indicate that she was not a quitter. After a warm up at the barre, the second part of a practice class is the adage. It is slow work with an emphasis on balance and position. I set her to going through the five basic positions of the feet. I used my wand often, worrying her with its contact on her bottom, breasts and thighs. I brushed it often across her mons and her nipples as well.
She was a very talented dancer. Considering her years, I judged her a prodigy but no matter how perfect her position, my wand found some fault with it.
She grew increasingly frustrated as her efforts to please me failed. Finally, tears welled up in each of her dark, doe eyes and soon they were spilling down her cheeks.
"So!" I exclaimed, "You are nothing but a crybaby. Very well, go stand in the corner like a child until I decide whether you are worth my time."
Brokenly, she let her turned out walk take her to a mirrored corner and pushed her damp face against the glass.
It was hard to conceal my rising excitement. Dominating this gorgeous creature was definitely doing it for me. I let my eyes trail from her dejected and hunched little shoulders, down the tapering waist to the dimpled bottom that crowned her long, dancer's legs. Just knowing that I was going to turn her into my loving slave had me creaming in my panties.
"If I give you another chance, Lucinda, am I going to be disappointed?" I asked, filling my voice with doubt.
"No, Dame Vera, if you will bear with me, I promise to improve for you," she pleaded.
"Very well, let us proceed with the allegro. I want to see energy from you. Can you give me energy? " I demanded.
"I shall give it my all, Dame Vera," she promised.
I outlined an enchainement for her that would take her through Feuillet's seven categories of balletic movement. She started with a stretch, then a glide to the turn, her pace steadily building momentum for her darts and leaps. She really did give it everything she had, displaying a wonderful lightness of elevation and her finish was immaculate. With a pang of jealousy, I doubted that I had been as good at her age. Knowing instinctively that she had nailed it, she slowly raised her bowed head and looked at me expectantly.
"God, that was awful! You call that energy? Again, and whatever I do, you must not stop or I shall chase your impudent arse back to the second rate troupe that spawned you! This time with feeling, please."
Her hopeful expression fell and I thought she might cry again but stoically, she gathered herself for another effort.
As she came out of her first turn, I laid my wand hard across her bottom. She barely overcame her shock but she managed to continue. My wand caught her between the legs whilst she was airborne, in the midst of her first jet é. After that it became an evil game, as she frantically danced ever faster in a vain effort to evade the slap of my wand. Seeing that I had reddened her pussy quite nicely, I began to alternately sting her delectable nipples. When she collapsed, panting into her finish, I was behind her with a final flurry for her luscious bottom cheeks.
"My god, stop beating me! Stop, please stop!"
Panting from my own exertions, I lowered the wand. As she looked up at me though her tears, her expression changed. The terror in her eyes was replaced by a sudden look of comprehension. I saw anger build in her. I realized that she must have seen the naked lust the thrashing I had given her had aroused in me. When she spoke, her voice was full of hate.
"Why, you are nothing but a sadistic, filthy old dyke! No wonder you had your creepy hands all over me!"
She jumped to her feet and I do believe she wanted to strike me.
"I hope you got your kicks, you perverted old prune. After I talk to Sir Frederick you won't be in a position to take advantage of any more girls!" she raged.
It was obvious that she now loathed me. I had wanted her to love me for dominating her but she was not as submissive as I had supposed. The horrible names she had called me and the disgust in her eyes decided me. I would still have her, even though it would be against her will. When I was done with her she would regret every unkind syllable she had just uttered.
"Yes," I drawled, "Sir Frederick shall have to be informed of what has gone on here but it shan't be your version he believes, young Lady."
"He will have to believe me. Why would I lie?" she stated naively.
"It will be your word against mine. I won't just say you are lying. I will tell him that you first asked if 'sleeping with the old bugger' would get you anywhere. I will say that when I had assured you Sir Fredrick was above such behavior, that you attempted to seduce me."
"No one will believe that!" She exclaimed.
"Oh I think that when the former Prima Ballerina of this company declares that you are an unprincipled, conniving, little slut, they will believe it. They will thank me for catching you out and avoiding a scandal."
"You evil witch," she sobbed, as the truth of what I was saying sank in.
"What a waste. You have been studying and striving for this break since you were 9 years old. You are a great dancer too, easily the stuff of which a great ballerina is made. Now, unfortunately your dream will be forever… just that…a dream," I said, cruelly.
Under the onslaught of my words she had fallen back to the floor in despair. I gloated over the sight of the slender beauty, sobbing at my feet.
"Unless of course…" I let my voice trail off.
She took her head from her hands and looked up at me. I had dangled a lifeline before her and she was reaching for it.
"Unless you were to apologize to me for all the nasty things you said," I continued.
As she looked on with rekindled hope, I unzipped the side of my slacks and let them drop. I stepped out of them and stood before her with arms and legs akimbo.
"You could go on to make that dream a reality… if I were convinced that you are truly sorry."
"I suppose I didn't really mean what I said," she offered.
"That still sounds a trifle proud, don't you think? Why don't you crawl over here on your hands and knees and beg for my forgiveness, Lucinda?"
I watched her fight with herself. The moment stretched as she struggled with her pride. In the end, the hunger for her dream was too strong. She lurched up on to her hands and knees and slowly, haltingly, she crawled to me.
"Please, Dame Vera. I'm begging you to give me another chance."
I could barely hear her but it didn't matter. She had no words that could quench the lust she had stirred in me.
"You acted like a little bitch awhile ago, so be a good little doggy and help me out of these panties. Use your teeth."
She hesitated but gave in, as I knew she would. I enjoyed her humiliation as she managed to grasp my waistband with her teeth and tug my panties down to where I could step out of them.
"Good little bitch." I petted her.
"Now kneel up and fold your paws in front of you and beg for a lick of my delicious pussy."
She did as I directed and it was too cute and fetching. All that was missing was her collar.
"Please, Dame Vera, may I lick your pussy?" she begged pitifully.
Victoriously, I filled my hands with her soft, dark hair and pulled her face onto the heat between my legs.
"Yes, you proud little bitch, bury your tongue in me. You'll lick and suck me. I own you now!"
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