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Next month will mark 17 years of dancing and in that time, I have done everything you can imagine. From ballet as a kid, to salsa, bachata, waltz, swing, you name it. It’s why I started my dance studio 10 years ago. To share my passion and love for it, in the hope that I will inspire others to love it as much as I.
Every now and then though, someone will ask me:
“Miss Annie, how have you managed to dance for so long? How much longer do you think you’ll teach for?”
“At least another 20 years I hope!” I respond, throwing in a casual excuse about some special yoga and running program to maintain myself. The truth though, is much more effective…
Every year, I select one of my students to help me with my own routines. As a dance teacher, I get the rare privilege of an insight into all of my student’s lives. Dancing can be very intimate, and you can tell so much about a person when you dance with them. How they hold themselves, their posture, their frame, their presence on a dance floor. I also get to learn which partners can ‘lead’, and which partners can ‘lead while being led’. I need to teach the men how to lead a woman on a dance floor, but I must lead them as they learn.
Fortunately for me, I find that there is at least one student with the right mix for my own routine… confident but willing to be controlled on the dancefloor, attention to detail for each precise movement, limited other commitments allowing plenty of free time, and the most important – a lack of self control (which is usually evident when their crotch presses into me during a lesson).
David had been dancing with me for 3 years and met all of these criteria.
“David, would you mind staying for a few minutes after class today?” I ask during one of our lessons.
“Of course Miss Annie.”
After class once everyone has left, David waits patiently for me. I pretend to be finishing some paperwork, but in reality, it’s his final test of patience and manners. After 10 minutes of him awkwardly standing there, I decide that once again, my intuition is spot on and I call him into my office.
“David, every year I select one of my regular students to assist me with my own routine. It’s a private one on one session, after my last class each day. Would you be interested and able to commit to that?”
“Oh ataşehir escort wow, yes Miss Annie. Thank you! It would be such an honour.” He responds, naively excited for the opportunity and the chance for some alone time with me.
“Good. I just need you to sign this form. Nothing to worry about, it’s just a standard contract and NDA – you’ll gain insight to some of the confidential aspects of my business which I need to protect. Meet me at this address at 815 tomorrow night.”
“Of course, you can absolutely rely on my discretion.” He replies, signing the form without a glance. His trust and naivety working to my favour.
At precisely 815 the following night, my doorbell rings. I answer the door and his reaction is just as I expected, slightly dumbfounded as I’m standing in front of him barefoot, my hair out, in a 3/4 length silk robe. He is dressed smartly, clearly expecting a dance lesson. Typical really, they all do, but I pick the naive ones for a reason. They are more malleable and easier to control.
“David!” I say enthusiastically, feeding his ego. “Please come in.”
“Hello Miss Annie.” He says happily as he steps through my door, taking off his shoes without prompting.
“Come this way. Now David, as detailed in the paperwork you so kindly signed yesterday, my personal routine involves a significant amount of private care to ensure my body stays in prime condition for dancing. I’m so glad you were keen to help me with this.” I say to him, knowing full well that he didn’t read a word.
“Oh yes, of course. Anything you need.” He bluffs, trying to protect his confidence and hide the realisation that he probably should’ve read what he signed…
“Please take a seat on the stool there” I say to him before letting the reality set in. I take a seat on the lounge in front of him, and as I do, my robe slips open slightly, revealing the side of my left breast and more importantly, a clear lack of a bra. It’s a textbook move, hypnotising him, making him forget any other thought other than me and his growing cock.
“David, the secret to my success and being able to teach all of the classes myself continuously for the past 10 years is a religious program of care for my legs and feet. The smaller bottle beside you is for my feet and the larger bottle is for my legs, don’t confuse them. I need you to massage my feet and lower legs, you can start at my feet.”
“Ahh…. Yes, absolutely Annie” he responds obediently.
“It can get a little warm in here David, you’re welcome to take off your pants and shirt” I say teasingly, to which he jumps at the chance.
“And David, please continue to address me as Miss Annie. I still require the same respect in my home as I do in my studio.” Reinforcing that I am indeed in charge here.
I lay back and close my eyes for the next hour, paying him no attention at all as his hands massage me. Not a bad massage, but there’ll be time to work on that once he’s fully ensnared in my trap.
As he moves to my legs, I let them part ever so slightly. Not enough to show him anything except that not only am I not wearing a bra, but I’m also not wearing any panties either…. Within a minute, I feel him make a move… just as they always do.
“Perfect” I think to myself, as I feel his hard cock brush against my foot. Gently of course, clearly him trying to pretend it’s an “accident”…
He is nearly trapped….
I allow my toes to graze against his underwear. “I think you should take them off” I say to him seductively. He’s now kneeling naked at the foot of my couch, massaging my legs. This is where I like my men.
“Don’t stop David, there’s still my left leg to go” I say commandingly.
As his hands and fingertips massage my muscles, my toes play with his hard cock. He’s paying more attention now, being more meticulous with his movements, motivated by his horny desires. An insight to the masseuse that I will turn him into.
I stroke his shaft with my foot, rolling the tip of his cock in between my toes, up and down…. Tracing my toenail against his balls…. Up and down… teasing him…. Up and down….
I feel his mind losing focus, his hands pausing for a little too long. But that’s ok, I’ve nearly caught him…. Up and down…
I take his cock between my toes and stroke it… up and down…. Up and down…. Up and down… squeezing him. Up and down….
His breathing is becoming laboured and his hands squeeze my leg. Perfect. I squeeze the tip of his cock, denying him just for a second and I release…. His hips and body jerk and I feel his warm cum spurt out over my foot and toes….
“Ugh… ohh…” he exclaims….
“I’m so sorry Miss Annie, I couldn’t help it….”
“It’s ok David, I understand we all have desires. You better clean it up though. Through that door on the left is the laundry, go fetch some warm soapy water and a wash cloth…”
As he gets up, he stumbles a little. His legs a jelly from the orgasm he just had. When I’m certain he’s not looking, I reach into the draw under the table next to me and pull out his cage. Well, it’s about to be his cage. I unlock it and hide it in my hand.
He comes back and kneels obediently back at my feet. He places the wash cloth in the warm soapy water and begins to wash my foot.
“Make sure you get between my toes David.” I say to him…
“Of course Miss Annie” he responds sheepishly.
“And you better do the other foot too since you got everything out…”
“Yes, of course…” he responds.
Such a good little pet I think to myself.
As he finishes, I lean forward close to him, letting him have a full view down my cleavage, distracting him from anything else…
“Now David, I understand these things happen but if you’re to continue with me, we’ll need to put some measures in place to help control yourself….” I say to him as my warm hand reaches down and wraps around his cock, soothing him…. Controlling him.
“Don’t you agree?” I ask
“Yes, absolutely Miss Annie. Again, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me” he says.
“Good, I’m glad you agree. This will help ensure we don’t have any more accidents.”
Before he has a chance to ask, I slide the ring down his flaccid cock and around his balls, followed by the cage and lock it shut.
“Oh, umm, what’s…. Is that….” He stumbles.
I interrupt him. “There we go. That’ll take care of that… you did well tonight David and I think this arrangement will work out just splendidly” I say positively, feeding that ego of his again.
“That’ll be all for tonight. I will see you in class tomorrow and back here at the same time tomorrow.”
“Yes, of course, thank you Miss Annie”
He gets dressed and I walk him to the door, my legs relaxed and feet soft after being pampered. This will be another perfect arrangement I think to myself…
“Good night Miss Annie” he says as he steps outside.
“Good night my pet” I respond as I shut the door.
Now he’s in my trap.
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