The male ballet basket or package on
display.
The photo: A dance belt worn high and proud cupping the
family jewels under a pair of tights rolled down over a belt to fully separate
the glutes and display the male genitals to advantage. And people wonder why so
many women love watching ballet!
Nikolai and
Marvin: I’m making some changes
in my private life as well as taking on a new responsibility for the next few
months. My former psychiatrist and primary lover, Marvin (Morning Wood) has
accepted a teaching position at Cambridge University for the upcoming academic
year. He has taken a flat in Cambridge within waking distance of Trinity College
where he will be teaching. His fixation with me as the embodiment of his dead
wife Jenna is in remission which is the only reason he feels confident enough
to leave my bed for more than a few days. This will give us both a chance to
let Jenna’s stock of Bloch Alpha (S0104) pointes have a rest and allow me to
wear only Gaynor Minden pointes while he is away. Marvin has turned over my
therapy to a young and brilliant female colleague (‘Elaine’ for the purposes of
this blog) who is on the staff at Blackthorn Clinic and who specializes in
women’s fetishes and paranormal possession. He thinks she will bring new
insights to my case and better help me cope with the responsibilities of being
Aphrodite’s high priestess.
Since my wards will
all be away from home at college or university I can concentrate on my first
loves teaching, performing ballet and sex, not necessarily in that order. I
have gotten a marvelous position as a pointe coach for the premier ballet
company in the UK and it is only a short ride by car from my place in Eaton
Square to the ROH. That car ride incurs
a daily congestion charge (about £11.5 per day) to drive in to Covent Garden,
but the Sloan Square tube station (which is closest to my place in Eaton
Square) is on the Circle Line and Covent Garden is on the Piccadilly Line so I
would have to go one stop east on the Circle line to Victoria station change to
the Victoria line and go one stop north to Green Park and change to the
Piccadilly line and go three stops east to get to Covent Garden and the ROH. I’d
rather have the convenience of the car and not worry about the weather, crowds
and not having to wait for a train so to me it’s worth it.
Which brings me to
what I think, at least for now, is a marvelous opportunity by working for the
ballet at the ROH. In addition to teaching pointe I have been asked to be a
coach and social mentor for a young (26 y/o) Russian male ballet star who is
dancing with the company this season.
My job as a social mentor for him could be challenging as he has a tendency to
go off the rails in social relationships. He has only been with the company
since the first of the year and has already gotten into several situations with
young female corps members – two pregnancies and two terminations - and the
mandarins are hoping by having me mentor him I can help him smooth relations
with other company members and in his private life he won’t cause as much
unfavorable publicity for the company off stage as he garners favorable
publicity in his marvelously performed professional roles. He appears in
this blog as ‘Nikolai’ which means Victorious; conqueror of the people in
Russian and he lives up to that nom de theater!
I asked why I had
been chosen since one of the senior women dancers or an administrator could
better represent the company than I can. The answer was that none of the
company’s women wanted to get near him as he is very seductive and sexually reckless.
The senior administrator who asked me to mentor him knows of my intimate
relationship with The Duke of M****, a major donor to the ROH, and his son and that
my mentoring of Willow, who is the Duke of M****’s granddaughter and in the
corps, was a good indication of my success in dealing with difficult
personalities. So it was thought if anyone could keep Nikolai more or
less under control it might be me. I know they think that if I fail the failure
won’t tarnish the reputation of a senior company member and they can always
say, “Well what do you expect, she is an American” even though I now hold one
of the oldest hereditary titles in the UK.
So I was introduced to Nikolai as a technique coach and we
liked each other immediately. I have introduced him to Alexei, my Russian
Ex-pat neighbor in Eaton Square. He had already met Alexei’s daughter, Veronika
(Nika to her friends) who dances in the corps. Nikolai said he thought that
Veronika was too young for him and that he liked older more experienced women
and thought I was beautiful. LOL! He is a silver-tongued devil, our libidos are
about evenly matched and he has had a recent negative full STI panel so I knew he
is safe to take inside me with him unprotected. He is a wonderful replacement
for Marvin as he is just as well hung and has great bedroom technique and I’m
helping him improve his sexual stamina. It’s always nice to have that sort of
thing as an excuse to get a gorgeous dangerously sexy bad boy into my bed and
with Elaine’s help I can forget about Marvin for a while and release my inner cougar
and prey on Nikolai using his lovely hard body to slake my desire for sex with
gorgeous athletic young men.
Through our clinic I asked how Nikolai’s ballet partner’s
pregnancies occurred and was told that both girls, one nineteen and the other
twenty-two, had IUDs inserted which was very disconcerting until I got the rest
of the story. It seems the one with the hormonal IUD was taking a weight loss
supplement that made her contraceptive hormone much less effective and the
other with the copper IUD had unknowingly expelled it and was totally
unprotected. I’m not sure how an IUD can be expelled w/o the woman realizing
it, but perhaps she lost it while masturbating with a dildo in a hot tub which
she is known to enjoy doing.
Pompoir as a psychological penis-leash:
I love teasing Nikolai by fondling his package while whispering in his ear telling
him what talented fingers he has. In his practice clothes with him encased in
two tight layers of fabric he is impossible to get to w/o unbelting his tights,
but well worth the effort as foreplay when we have the time alone in a studio. It
is amazing to me how men can continuously produce sperm to impregnate their
partners when we are in season and how much I enjoy helping a lover out of his
dance belt and guiding him inside me to let him have a shot at immortality.
However, with me in my teaching clothes of Gaynor Minden
pointes, convertible foot tights with the feet rolled above my ankles and worn
over a thong-back long sleeve crew neck leotard Nikolai can easily press me
against a mirrored wall slip a hand down my tights to caress to my vulva, part
my labia, insert two fingers to stroke my G-spot while his thumb massages the
shaft of my clitoris and have his tongue down my throat so quickly I hardly
know what’s happening.
Did I mention what talented fingers he has? By fingering me
that way the ease and speed with which he can bring me to orgasm is astonishing
even while I’m en pointe and gripping his fingers with my muscles. It shows he
has had years of practice. I try not to let jealousy consume me when I think
about the other women he has been with and just concentrate on the fact that I
now have him in my bed and we are fucking each other’s brains out. I never want
him wearing protection while inside me. I love feeling his liquefied ejaculate
draining out of me after he finishes knowing that I’m well protected by the
stretchy membrane of my barrier against which his hot creamy jets of semen
splattered.
Given that he has a powerful libido, a roving eye and younger
women are constantly trying to seduce him I needed to make certain that Nikolai
is deeply in my thrall. So I have used Pompoir and the Mare’s trick to bind him
emotionally to me. I don’t use them enough so that he gets accustomed to me
milking his penis or keeping him hard inside me while he recovers to shoot his
load inside me again, just enough so he can’t wait for me to do it again. Too,
I use Pompoir as a reward for him pleasing me with a ballet performance or how
well he treats me when we are out clubbing. What an absolutely glorious
situation!
