7 comments/ 13597 views/ 3 favorites Dancing Lessons By: edrider73 Many thanks to LSEiland for first editing and improving this story. Imagine an editor who is disgusted by the plot of a story and puts aside repugnance to not only correct errors but also inspire the author to make it much better than it deserves to be. If someone like that existed, it could only be Dowageroftwo. * If Randy had realized how hot Carmen's temper was he would never have gotten involved up with her. Not that he hadn't been warned. When he'd met her at a party, she'd captivated him. He had spent the night in deep conversation with her. Before he'd left to take her home, an ex-girlfriend had pulled him aside. "Be careful with Carmen," she'd cautioned. "I've heard stories about what she does to men who trifle with her. Since you are a player, you'd be wise to stay away from her." "Thanks," he said. He didn't take advice from ex-girlfriends. If he had seen the twinkle in her eye and the smile on her face as she walked away, he might have realized she knew that and had been playing him. Randy had a lot of ex-girlfriends. He was nice looking and, although self-absorbed, he was fun to be with. He fell hard for a pretty face and a good body. For a few months, he couldn't get enough of them, especially if they didn't mind his insatiable sex drive. Some of them even moved in with him. He wasn't devious or cruel. It was just that as time wore on, another pretty face or amazing body caught his eye and pulled him away. He couldn't help it. "It's just the way I am," he would explain to yet another jilted girlfriend. They didn't like being discarded like old garbage. Some of them were still angry, but they all had to admit that he was never mean and never stopped being friendly with them. What he liked about Carmen was not only her striking beauty and her lithe, well-proportioned body, but also her fire and passion. She was a professional dancer and dance instructor. When he went to see her perform, she always danced roles where she was the jealous woman who either killed herself or took violent revenge on those who wronged her. She would throw her whole body into the role, and watching her turned Randy on. Whenever they came home from one of her performances, both of them were highly aroused. Their energetic sex didn't stop until they fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. She moved in with him, and their intense relationship burned brightly for more than four months. But then she noticed that he wasn't as eager for her as he had been at the start. Whenever she asked him about it, he would explain that it was normal with long-term couples for the relationship to go through stages like this. She didn't like his explanations, but she put up with them until the night she and some fellow dancers went to a bar on the other side of town after a rehearsal. She saw him across the room giving his attentions to a strange woman. Furious, she got home ahead of him, and when he walked in the door, she screamed at him. He realized immediately that she knew and he tried to calm her down with his "That's the way I am" speech. She was having none of it and kept on cursing him, calling him a disgusting animal whose brain was in his penis. As she continued yelling at him, she got more graphic. She began threatening him and saying she would get a knife and cut off his testicles. He saw that the conversation was getting nowhere and probably the best thing he could do was leave and talk to her later when she had calmed down. She screamed, "Come back here, you bastard!" as she saw him get up and move toward the front door. He heard her start to open drawers in the kitchen and felt something heavy hit him in the back just as he ducked out. He didn't return until the next night, when he knew she would be at a rehearsal. He dumped all of his stuff into the boxes he had brought and left in a hurry. She called him a few days later, and her voice was calm "Randy," she said, "we need to straighten out a few bills. I'm moving out of the apartment because it's too expensive for me to be there alone. Can you come over?" "How about if we meet at Starbucks?" he offered. "I can be there in five minutes." There was a pause at her end. "Fine. I'll see you there." The conversation at the coffee house started as all business. They went through the bills and divided things up fairly with no objections from either of them. Then Carmen swept the papers into her purse and looked up at him. "You know you aren't going to get away with this, Randy," she said. There was an edge to her tone. "Get away with what?" he asked. "I thought you were satisfied with the way we split the bills." "I mean get away with humiliating me the way you did. You could have told me honestly that you weren't interested in continuing our relationship. I would have been angry, sure, but at least I could have held my head up high. But you lied to me and snuck around with your whore. I'm sure some of my friends saw you with her at that bar. You demeaned me, and I'm not going to forget it. You're going to pay big time for what you did." "Listen to yourself, Carmen," he said. "First of all, she's not a whore, she's a nice girl. The reason I didn't say anything was because I thought you would react like this, and I was trying to think of the best way to tell you. I love your craziness, especially in bed, and I'll remember those wonderful times and try to forget this ugly side of you." "So you loved my craziness," she snorted. "You're going to love it even more when I figure out what to do to you. Enjoy your very nice new girlfriend while you can. Goodbye." She got up from the table and rushed out before he had a chance to say another word. He was worried about his safety and put a double lock on the door of his new apartment. But after a few months of looking behind him, he gave up the paranoia and settled into his normal life. The new girlfriend gave way to another new girl a few months later, and Carmen was not showing up at any of the bars or parties he went to, so he put her out of his mind until the night he went to a charity benefit. He didn't know she was doing a dance in the show. When he saw her performing one of her typical roles and stabbing her false lover to death, he shivered, and when the show ended, he left the theater quickly. He spent some time at his girlfriend's apartment and arrived home around 1 a.m. As he turned the key in the door, two figures came from the darkness on either side of the porch and grabbed him. One put a handkerchief over his mouth and pressed hard. He tried to yell, but only a muffled sound came out. He saw two men holding onto him as they pushed and dragged him down the steps to a car parked in front of his apartment complex. They shoved him into the back, and one man pushed in next to him while the other man went around to the other door and got in behind the wheel. Almost before the doors were slammed shut, the car's tires screeched as it took off and drove quickly through the darkened streets. That was when he noticed Carmen was sitting next to the driver. He began yelling but nobody in the car responded to his shouts. The windows were up and after a while he got short of breath and felt his voice cracking. Eventually he stopped and sat in silence, wondering how far Carmen would go to avenge herself. The car drove to an area of dark, deserted factories and pulled up to the only one with a light shining out of its windows. A handkerchief was pushed into his mouth again, and he was dragged into the building. They pulled him up a flight of stairs and into a large, brightly lit room with a wooden floor and a few pieces of furniture They sat him down in a chair. When he saw Carmen enter the room with the driver, he started to get up. "Sit down, Randy," she said. "I can have you tied to that chair and gagged if you prefer. No one can hear anything around here anyway; I'll do whatever it takes for you to sit there and listen to me." Randy sat back down, and Carmen pulled up a chair and sat facing him. "You've probably guessed that it's payback time," she said. "Don't worry. I'm not going to cut you up or kill you. I've been planning this for months and was ready to do this a few weeks ago. "Then I began having second thoughts. I thought maybe I needed to control my rage and get you out of my mind. I think I was nearly ready to give it up, and then I saw you in the audience tonight with another new girl. And I thought to myself, how many girls has he gone through since he cheated on me? How can he come here and watch me as if I was nothing to him? All my disgust with you came flooding back.. She stood up and began pacing the floor quickly. He heard her heels making angry sounds to match the anger in her voice as she continued. "I've decided the best revenge is to demean you, because that's what you did to me. I also wanted to surprise you -- because you surprised me. "You're going to be living here for the next month or two. There are some bedrooms off this studio where some of my dancer friends live. These guys are going to help me. When none of them can be here to keep an eye on you, you may have to be restrained. But we have a TV you can watch. "You will email your office and your girlfriend tomorrow that you had to leave in a hurry for Portland on a family matter. It's very personal and you don't want to hear from anyone, except by email. I see from your expression that your password hasn't changed. "You're asking for a leave of absence, but you're telling your office if they can't give it to you, you'll have to quit and to please hold any money that's owed to you until you get back. "If your current girlfriend has a key to your apartment and goes over there tomorrow, she'll find all the perishables were taken out and everything's tidy. If she writes to you, you'll respond with brief messages for a week or so and then you'll tell her you don't have time for her until you get back. "As other friends find out you've left, you'll write similar messages to them until they leave you alone. I'll take care of your messages from my computer." "The idea is for them to leave you in peace until after your performance. You are going to give a private dance concert in this rehearsal room for me and a few of my friends. It's going to be a wild, erotic number. You're here to acquire the skills and learn the steps to perform it. "That's all I have time to tell you now. Tonight, you're going to sleep in the restraints so you get used to them. I'll see you tomorrow morning when we start training. Nobody will stop you yelling, but I hope you realize that if you do that too often, you'll not only get hoarse and out of breath, but you could strain your vocal cords and damage your voice." The next morning, one of the men untied him and watched him closely as they ate breakfast. When they were done, Carmen walked in with two women dressed in what looked like medical scrubs. Both of them wore surgical masks. "Bring him to the lab," Carmen said. With the man behind him, he followed the three women into a brightly lit room that was painted white. In the middle of the room was a hospital bed with stirrups attached to one end. The man led Randy to the bed and pushed him down onto his back. Then he got behind him and gripped him in his strong hands, holding him down as one of the women unfastened his belt buckle while the other unzipped his fly and took his shoes off. He began yelling. Carmen sat in a chair watching him with a smile on her face. The women pulled his pants and briefs off, and gave them to Carmen, who told him, "You won't need them for a while." The women lifted his legs and attached them to the stirrups. His legs fit snugly into the curved trays. Straps were wrapped around them and tightened. "This is an old hospital bed I found," Carmen said. "They were used to hold women still and spread wide apart while they were giving birth. But we're going to use them to groom you for your performance." She came over to the bed and sat down in a chair beside him. "OK, you can lower him now." As the foot of the bed was tilted down, she reached for a plastic bottle and squeezed some oil onto her hands. Then she reached over and took hold of his genitals. He tried to move away from her, but the restraints on his legs didn't let him move far. He saw the women pull the stirrups further back. His naked butt hung slightly over the edge of the bed. "He's in position," said one of the women. "Come over here!" Carnen ordered. "I'm going to get him started today. I know just how he responds. Watch me for a moment, girls." They came over and watched her pump his penis and play with his balls. Then one of them left and wheeled over an IV stand with a plastic sack full of liquid hanging from it. He felt a greasy finger enter his ass. He was getting hard, and the finger got him even more excited. Then it was withdrawn and he felt something else being pushed into him. He looked between his legs and saw a long tube connected to the plastic sack disappearing between his thighs. "Ok, hold it ladies," said Carmen. "This is how I want you to do it. See how big his dick is. It's now fully erect. Such a nice thick dick. Too bad he can't keep it in his pants whenever he sees a skirt. Now listen closely to his breathing. Try to time it. See how it's getting faster. OK, when it's this fast, he's close. Look at his face. See, he's ready. As soon as you hear a break in the rhythm, turn the spigot on. "Now! Now! Turn it! Turn it!" As she began yelling, he erupted, sending white semen spurting up his body where Carmen was directing his penis. The come landed mostly on his chest, with some getting as far as his chin. Just as he began ejaculating, he felt a flood of warm liquid going into him from the tube. When he had finished thrusting and spurting and his breathing had slowed down, he looked up at the big plastic liquid bag and saw it was empty. He suddenly felt full." "How did that feel?" said Carmen. "An enema and an orgasm at the same time. I've never done that, but you seemed to enjoy it. You're already starting to squirm, so it won't be long. We can do this the dirty way or the clean way. My friends can capture everything in a large bedpan for you and then wash you off without moving you. Or if you cooperate, they'll unstrap you for a while and take you to the toilet. Which will it be?" "Toilet," said Randy through gritted teeth. "Hurry ladies, I think he's ready," said Carmen. When he came back to the room with the women, he felt weak and exhausted. He didn't say anything or try to resist when they strapped his legs in again and put him in the same position. He saw one of them take a small bottle and open it, pulling out a brush covered with a bright red color. It looked like red nail polish. The woman moved the brush between his legs, and he felt a tickling around his anus as she brushed there. She dipped the brush back into the bottle several times. "She's marking you for the transplant," said Carmen. "Now we have to let the polish dry. In a few minutes you're going to feel a sting in each of your butt cheeks. You're getting an injection but don't worry because it's just a local anesthetic. You won't feel any pain for the next couple of hours. "My friends are trained depilation technicians, and I'm paying for them to work on you. Rather than shave your pubic hair, they will permanently remove it, one follicle at a time. You won't be hurt at all, but your hairless crotch and balls will be something to remember me by. Maybe it will turn on your next girlfriend. "There. See, the injection didn't hurt much. You're numb, just like at the dentist. For the next couple of hours, you've got to lie very still while they work so there aren't any accidents. You'll probably fall asleep. They'll be doing this almost every morning. There are thousands of follicles to remove. "I've got to go now; I'll try to check in on you tonight." Randy yelled after her for a while, but then he tired and lay back. As the women worked, all he felt were slight pushes every now and then. He fell asleep. "Time for lunch," said the man shaking him. It was a different man, one he hadn't seen before. He was even bigger than the previous one. Randy was lying on the bed in the white lab, but the women were gone. He sat up and looked at the man. "Put these on for now," said the man, handing him a pair of cotton panties. Randy looked at them in disgust for a few minutes but finally slipped them on and walked ahead of the man into the kitchen. After a sandwich, the man took him into the large room, where a woman who looked to be in her fifties was waiting for him next to an iron rod full of hanging clothes. "Hello, dearie," she said. "It's time for your fitting. Let's see... Tall, flat on top, nice round rear, legs a bit muscular. You're a bit odd, aren't you? Thank goodness I have some odd sizes here. Put this one on." She handed Randy a bright polka-dot dress, but he looked at her and didn't take it. The man reached around him and took the dress, then pushed it at him. "Put this on," he said. "I don't wear dresses," said Randy. "You do here if you don't want to get hurt." Randy took the dress and tried to figure out how to put it on. The woman came over and showed him how to step into it, then buttoned it up behind him. It flared out from his waist and reached his knees. "That looks quite nice," said the woman. "Now let's accessorize." She looked at his feet and turned to a pile of shoeboxes lying on the floor. "Extra, extra large. Here, try these on." She handed him some bright green heels that matched some of the dots on the dress. Randy took them and sat down. They were tight, but with a little effort, he could pull them on. "Stand up, dearie, and let's have a look at you." Randy stood up and wobbled on the heels. "That suits you," said the woman. She went to the other side of the room. "Now walk this way." Randy stood there for a moment and then looked at the man, who was glaring at him. He started walking toward the woman, swaying to keep his balance. When he got to her, he couldn't stop himself and reached his arms out to the wall to keep from crashing into her and falling over. "I see we have a lot of work to do," the woman said. "Carmen wants you to be comfortable walking in heels much higher than this. And she also wants a lot of lateral movement from your butt. An hour of practice a day, and we'll have you doing a sexy sashay in no time. Let's get started." He followed her instructions for an hour on the wobbly shoes. By tht time, he was exhausted. "Walk to your bedroom in the heels." The man said. "You'll wear them all day and evening, except for the lab in the morning and practice in the afternoon." In the bedroom, the man pulled open drawers until he found a leotard, leg warmers and dance practice shoes. He laid them on the bed and said, "Change into these and come back into the studio." He turned and left. Randy pulled off the high heels and got dressed in the dance outfit. When he returned to the studio, there was a muscular woman there dressed similarly to him. She was all business. She didn't even greet him. "I understand you're fine aerobically, but you know nothing about dance. So today let's start with just warm-up exercises." An hour later, Randy was drenched in sweat and exhausted. He was told to take a shower, put on the dress and high heels again and go to the kitchen for dinner. After dinner, he walked back to the bedroom. He was trying to figure out how to escape but he was so tired that he dropped to the bed and fell asleep in his clothes. When another man woke him the next morning, the dress was hanging in his closet with some others. He was just wearing panties. "It's late," said the man. "Don't put on your clothes. Just follow me." Dancing Lessons Following a quick breakfast he was led back to the lab and strapped to the stirrups again. This time, one of the two technicians worked on his genitals, while the other inserted the enema tube. Once again, as he began to orgasm, the enema began filling him up. And as he began to breathe hard and try to hold back, he was led to the toilet. The next two hours were similar: First the injections, then the numbness and the women working on him as he fell asleep. After lunch, it was back to his room to change into a different dress, hose and high heels before returning to the studio for walking lessons. That was followed by another change into practice clothes and some intensive dance training. The third day he was allowed to rest all day except for the lab session. The only requirement was that he had to wear the dress and heels. A week later, Carmen showed up at the lab in the morning with a slender friend dressed in a black pants suit. "This is Leslie," she told Randy, "a fantastic dancer who will be your partner in the big show. Leslie will dance the man's role, and you'll dance the woman's. To get you into the right attitude for your role, Leslie is going to fuck you this morning and as often as possible before your lab sessions." Randy tried to move, but he was already strapped in tightly. And his ass was pulled apart and pushed into the air. The bed was lowered and Leslie walked between his legs. When he was lowered, he saw that Leslie was wearing a long strap-on dildo. Some fingers pushed lube into his anus, and then Leslie began pushing. The push was soft but relentless, and in a couple of minutes the dildo had entered him. Leslie slowly pushed it all the way in and began thrusting. Randy groaned involuntarily and began panting to cope with the horrible feeling inside him. Worse than the discomfort was the awareness that the Carmen and the others in the room were witnesses to his total humiliation as a man. There was no way he could pretend his masculinity wasn't being destroyed as he squirmed and squealed under the onslaught. Carmen sat down next to him and started pumping his penis and manipulating his balls with her grease-covered hands. He didn't respond, and after a few minutes, Carmen spoke to one of the technicians. "Wheel the breast pump over here," she said. As Leslie kept humping him, Carmen said to the technician, "Watch what I'm doing. First turn on the pump, then take this long tube with the suction cup in your hand and place the cup at the tip of his cock. See how it's pulling it in and out very slowly? Now watch what happens." After a few minutes, Randy's face loosened up. Soon he was breathing hard, and eventually pelvis was thrusting at the suction cup in the same rhythm that Leslie was thrusting into him. As she heard the familiar pattern of breathing that indicated he was about to come, Carmen said, "Now, Leslie, now!" Leslie made one more big push into him and erupted inside him. As Randy's come exploded onto his chest, he felt one warm squirt after another inside him until he felt uncomfortably full inside his bowels, similar to how he felt when the women gave him an enema. When he looked down, he saw that Leslie's dildo was connected to a tube that led to a large rubber bulb. At Carmen's signal, Leslie had started squeezing the bulb, forcing the liquid into Randy. When Leslie withdrew, one of the technicians led Randy to the toilet. When he got back, Leslie was gone. "Use the breast pump the same way I did today until I come back. Carmen told the technicians. "Make sure you tell Leslie right when he's about to come. We're conditioning him to come whenever he feels something squirting into his ass." She left, and the technicians injected him. He became numb and they went to work. It was the start of another grueling day. It continued like that: two days of heavy work, one day of rest, except for sex with Leslie and the lab. That was followed by two more days of walking and dancing. Then Carmen came to the lab again. "I've heard you're doing much better in your heels and you are starting to understand choreography," she said. "I told your teacher that I want you to learn how to run today. Also, today you're doing something new with Leslie. Please watch, ladies." After Leslie began humping his rear and the sucking bulb brought him to full erection, Carmen took the bulb away and began to work him with greasy hands. Soon his penis was sagging. She waited until it was lying flat again. Then she put the suction cup to the tip of his penis again. This time it sprang up faster. She watched as he grew more agitated from the pump, and then removed it again and replaced it with her hands. Again, his hardness didn't last long, and the suction cup came back. "Watch ladies. You need to experiment with the cup. I think I've found the right combination for today." She showed them how his body was thrusting at the suction cup. Then she put it aside and began pumping him hard with her hands. This time he was so far along that he kept going, responding to her and exploding just as she told Leslie when he was coming. "I want you to wean him off the suction cup ladies. Each day, try to use less of the cup and more of your hands until he's completely responsive. Understand?" She left, and the day went on as usual. There were no mirrors in Randy's room, but they were all around the walls of the studio and he could see how he was progressing. He could now see himself walking on high heels without tipping, even while swaying his ass back and forth in an exaggerated motion. The woman told him he had to sway his rear with every step, and when he forgot, she had one of the large men turn Randy over his lap, lift up his dress and give him five stinging swats on his panties. Randy soon learned to swing his ass from side to side automatically when he walked. He even did it when he was in his dance gear, just so he wouldn't forget. He felt disgusted with himself when he was doing it, but he didn't want to take a chance on more humiliating -- and painful -- swats. One day the older woman said to him, "We're going to start running." "How in the world can anyone run in heels?" he asked. "Watch me," she said, and she began running to the other end of the room. She had risen up on her toes and was taking tiny steps and jiggling in all directions with each minced step as she rapidly moved across the room and back. She looked like a little child. "That's how women in high heels run," she said, "Now you do it." She waited expectantly as he stood there thinking, but then he decided this was better than swats, so he stood on his toes and began prancing around. It felt humiliating as she kept shouting, "Faster, faster!" He minced around the room until he couldn't stay on his toes one more second, and then he collapsed on the couch. "Excellent," the woman said. "You got that a lot quicker than the heels. We'll practice that every day from now on until you can run a few laps around the room in your heels." She laughed. "Tomorrow, we'll begin working on the last phase of high heels training, walking backwards. Don't look at me like that. Everybody needs to take a step or two backwards occasionally, and you're going to start rehearsing your dance with Leslie. That will involve a lot of backward dancing when you're being led." The lab routine, high heel walking and dance sessions continued day after day. Gradually the lab techs weaned him away from the suction cup and even though Leslie's dildo was tormenting him, he found himself responding to the greasy hands that kept building his urgency and then slowing him down so that he eventually he lost control and erupted as liquid from the Leslie's strap-on dildo squirted into his rear. The women continued to work on him, and he saw a large patch of hairless skin from a couple inches of below his belly button until past the start of his penis. It scared him to see it, so he avoided looking at it. He noticed that even hours after Leslie finished with the dildo, he felt an itch around his anus. At first, it distracted him and then disconcerted him. When he was busy with the increasingly demanding dance steps, he was able to forget about the itch. But sometimes during the high heel sessions, it bothered him so much that he squirmed and shook his rear to try to relieve it. One time the older woman saw him and stopped him. "What was that?" she said. "Do it again, what you just did with your rear?" He hesitated, but she was insistent. So he did as she ordered. "That's terrific. You're really swinging your ass wide from left to right now, and it's so sexy. You look like you can't wait for someone to jump you. The extra wiggle you just did is even sexier. It's going to drive the audience nuts. I want you to keep doing it, and let's see if you can incorporate it while you walk." Randy wasn't happy about her excitement, but after he was threatened with more swats, he added his squirming wiggle to his swaying rear when he walked. One day he bent over to pick up some clothes on the floor and noticed that the itching didn't feel as strong. He began experimenting with moving in different ways and getting into different positions. Finally, he found the way that gave him the most relief. It was when he was bending over toward the front and sticking his rear out behind him and spreading his legs apart. He felt his anus opening a little when he did this, and stopped the itching temporarily. If he squatted down and opened wider, it felt even better. But he couldn't stand or walk that way for long, so he gave that up and stuck to just pushing his rear out and keeping his legs as wide apart as he could. The older lady noticed this the next day, and she was delighted. "You look even hotter with your ass sticking out and your legs spread," she said. "Keep doing that along with your sways and wiggles and squirms. Carmen is going to love it." Carmen was there the next morning, and before he was taken to the lab, the older lady had him demonstrate his new walk. Carmen pronounced herself pleased and said that the dance teacher had told her he was nearly ready for his performance. "The technicians are almost done with your hair," she said. "They just have to finish the bottom of your balls. Once he was strapped down in the lab, Carmen said, "Today you'll take the last step in your preparation with Leslie. Go ahead and stick it in, Leslie, and get to work. I see Randy still doesn't enjoy your efforts from the look on his face and the way he's shaking. But that's okay. It will make this last part even more exciting." She began working on Randy with her hands, gradually bringing him to the edge. He was almost there when she took her hands off of him, took his hands and covered them with the lube. "Now you finish," she ordered and placed his hands on his cock. "No!" he cried out. "I'm so close. Please finish me." "From now on, you have to finish yourself," she said. "When you can do that, you'll be ready for the performance, and after that, you'll go home. So get going." But he drew his hands away. The humiliation of playing with himself while Leslie was doing his rear and Carmen was watching was too much. He slowly wilted, and then all that was left was the horrible feeling of Leslie pounding inside his ass. "Have it your way," said Carmen. "I'm not going to force you, and don't worry, you won't get any swats. OK, Leslie, you can squirt into him now. He's not coming today. I'll be back tomorrow morning, and we'll try again." Randy felt frustrated, but the day proceeded normally. Except that night, for the first time since he arrived, he was put into restraints when he went to bed. He lay on his back, and his feet and arms were all pulled away from his body. He could wiggle a little, but he couldn't even scratch his nose. The next morning was a repeat from the previous day. Carmen was there and after she had worked him up to a fever pitch, she again replaced her hands with his. He didn't carry on, and eventually he wilted. In addition to his frustration, he felt a slight stab of pain when this happened. The following day, Carmen was there again. "How are you feeling this morning?" she asked before they began. "Strange," he said. "Even though I haven't touched them, my balls hurt. The pain has been coming and going since yesterday. I hope it's nothing serious." "Don't worry," she said. "It will be fine eventually, but today I think it might get a lot worse." "What do you mean?" he said. "Well, if you don't get yourself off this morning, it will be three days. From what I understand, your blue balls will hurt so much you'll want to tear them off. That's why you have to sleep with restraints now. Let's get started Leslie." As Leslie got into a rhythm, Carmen took Randy in her hands again and began building him up. His body pushed up into her slimy fist harder and harder, becoming frantic. He had to get off this morning. Then she took her hands away and placed his where she had been. His face was anguished and he was on the verge of tears. He tried to make his hands begin stroking, but he hesitated. "Finish up, Leslie," said Carmen. "No orgasm today." Randy screamed, "No! No!" as his insides were flooded. "I'll do it right now." He started feeling the pain as Carmen was wiping his hands off. "Too late," she said. "The ladies have to get to work. But, maybe tomorrow -- if you cooperate." The next day, there was no hesitation. The second Carmen stopped working on him, he brought his hands into play and began urgently pumping. Almost before Carmen could say, "Now, Leslie, now!" a huge gusher of white was streaming into the air, traveling so far up his body that he felt some of it hit him in the face. Carmen laughed. "That looked great. Ladies, were you watching? That's what I want you to do every day from now on. One of you will get him started, and then you'll turn the stroking over to him. Each day I want you to stop a few seconds earlier, so that in a week or so, he'll be doing it from the beginning. If he doesn't cooperate, don't let him come until he does. When he doesn't come, make sure that he's put into restraints that night. But I don't think that will be necessary. "Also, I want you to help him direct his explosion right into his face from now on. You might have to pull his legs back a little further so he's aimed in the right direction. With his cooperation and your guidance, he should be able to hit his face every day. "Once he can do that, I want him to open his mouth as wide as possible when he comes, so that he shoots right into it. I know that will be hard for him even when he's trying, and he'll be reluctant at first. But I know with your help, he can do it. If you see he isn't trying, he doesn't get to come for two days. Understand? Good. I've got to go." Leslie left after the session every morning, but was back in the afternoon for the rehearsals to spin him around, dance away from him and back to him and posture like a flamenco dancer. Leslie's hair was short and slicked back. With finely chiseled facial features, this made for a look that was sort of butch, but it was set off by a beautiful face. The dance they did was an erotic courting dance. Their bodies rubbed against each other in all sorts of positions and as they moved against each other Randy looked at her face and often felt a stirring inside his leotard. His costume was a blouse and a skirt of multiple layers of scarves. He pulled scarves off as the dance progressed, until by the end he was barely covered in one layer of scarves. He usually wore a leotard under the scarf skirt but they sometimes practiced with him wearing nothing underneath. For the whole dance, he was in high heels, but not as high as the ones he now wore the rest of the day. Practice in those had made moving around on the lower heels a snap, and he ran on his tiptoes, swayed his rear, wiggled and squirmed, spread his legs and thrust his rear out. All the moves were incorporated into the dance. The dance ended with Leslie sitting spread-legged facing the back of a cane chair while horny girlfriend, Randy, was dancing a sexy seduction solo. Randy would pull off the last scarf and pull it back and forth between his legs. As he did, he spread his legs wide and jumped closer and closer to Leslie until she grabbed the scarf, pulled Randy close and gave him a long wet kiss. The rubbing against Leslie during the earlier parts of the dance already stimulated Randy, and using the scarf to masturbate himself aroused him even more. By the time of the final kiss, he was rock hard and there was often a wet spot on the scarf. Sometimes Leslie looked down at the spot and up into Randy's face with a smile so salacious that Randy was turned on even more. One day Carmen came by in the afternoon and watched the rehearsal. She applauded when it was over. "You're ready," she announced. "I'm inviting some friends to come over Saturday afternoon for the premiere performance. Do a good job, and the next day you'll be back in your apartment." A brief feeling of relief came over him, but it was soon replaced by the realization of how much his performance would humiliate and demean him. As if to remind him, the itching at his anus was now almost unbearable, and he always walked or stood with his legs spread and his rear pushed out. He felt complete shame, but he couldn't help it. The first thing he'd do when he got out of there was to see a doctor about his itching. Earlier that week, the women technicians had finished their work and cleared out. But he still went to the lab every day to masturbate while being pumped by Leslie's dildo. The two days before the performance, Leslie pumped him full of enema liquid, but Carmen held onto his hands and he wasn't allowed to pleasure himself. He was also restrained at night again, so his hands couldn't get to his aching equipment. "It's so you'll be really hot and excited for the show," explained Carmen. "It will make the dance even more erotic." On the day of the show, Carmen helped him into the costume on his bed. She fitted him with a beautiful wig of flowing red hair. He wore the same kind of scarf skirt he had worn in rehearsal, but these scarves were more colorful and more sheer. He could look down and see his strange looking hairless crotch through several layers of scarves. The high heel shoes were bright red patent leather. As he was led into the studio, he saw all the factory windows had been covered and it was completely dark. Then lights came on illuminating the wooden floor. He saw ten or twelve women and men sitting in the dark at the edge of the lighted area. Behind them was a piece of furniture that was long and low. The introductory music began and Leslie came over and took his hand. When their cue arrived, they swept out into the light. He noticed that there were video cameras on tripods around the lighted area and a man and woman near them with handheld cameras. Then he had to focus on the tricky steps to the dance. The music was Latin and began slowly, building up to a frenetic climax. As he began moving faster and rubbing against Leslie, Randy felt himself getting aroused. Finally, he was down to the last minute where he pulled the scarf between his legs. He spread his legs and hopped toward Leslie. As he dance, his penis was sticking straight out. He hadn't had an orgasm in three days and felt that any second he'd explode right there on the dance floor. One of Leslie's hands pulled Randy forward with the scarf. A spotlight was directed at Randy's hairless crotch. The music stopped and all went dark. The audience cheered and whistled and clapped for a minute until the spotlight came on again. Leslie pulled Randy into it and pulled him down into a deep bow. The cheers continued as they bowed several more times. Dancing Lessons Under the cheering, Randy heard a noise of something being dragged along the wooden floor, but he couldn't see anything because of the light in his eyes. His face was red from both the stimulus of the scarf and his embarrassment . Carmen stepped next to the couple in the spotlight and began talking into a wireless microphone. "I want to thank Leslie, and of course Randy, for a fantastic performance. The weeks of hard work have paid off. The two of you were amazing." There was more applause and cheers. "Now as a special surprise, we've prepared an encore. It's a surprise for Randy, too, although, he learned this dance as part of his training, so I'm sure he'll do great if he can focus on the steps." As she said this, she took hold of his member and wagged it a few times to laughter and more cheering. When was the humiliation going to end? Randy wondered. The music started, and it was a sexy tango that he and Leslie had rehearsed. Leslie pulled him close and they began moving around the dark floor, lit only by two spotlights. They were at the part where their bodies were tight together and the steps were fast when suddenly they bumped into something and went flying. Startled, Randy looked around and as he did, intense lighting came on and illuminated them from above and below. They had landed on a bed that hadn't been there before, with Leslie on top of him. As he looked around, Randy saw pole lamps and tripods with video cameras moving close to the bed. The audience was also gathering around it. He heard Carmen's voice: "The encore dance is ending with the boyfriend and girlfriend consummating their passionate love," she announced, as he felt his blouse, the skirt scarf holder and his shoes being removed, making him completely naked. So this was the final humiliation. Leslie was going to use the dildo on him in front of Carmen's friends. Randy tried to get up but Leslie was holding his legs tight and high in the air as he shifted his body. He looked up and saw monitors suspended from the ceiling. One of the cameras was behind Leslie and shooting right at Randy's brightly lit hairless crotch. It looked grotesque. Still holding his legs up, Leslie now began to push them back and pull them apart. He knew Leslie was strong, but he didn't realize how strong until now. He couldn't move as he saw in the monitor that his rear was being pulled into the air and his cheeks spread apart. Then he almost fainted. Between his cheeks was a huge bush of hair. It was sweaty and matted and totally and the same red color as his wig. The big thatch of hair made his anus almost look like a vagina. Now he realized what was causing his itching. He put all his effort into trying again to get loose, with little success. Carmen let go of his cheeks and brought the wireless mike to his face. "What have you got to say, Randy?" she said. "We've made a vagina for you to enjoy at home when you're not going from one vagina to another. I wish I could be there the first time you go to a hair removal clinic and they see what they'll be working on. "We want to hear what you think as Leslie makes love to you, Randy. It will make the video more special." Randy ignored her and looked up at the monitor again. Leslie had handed Randy's legs to a woman on either side of the bed and was unbuttoning the dancing outfit. Randy had never seen Leslie without a shirt, and soon he saw that Leslie was even flatter than he had thought. There were no breasts, only hard muscles. Then the pants started to come off, and Randy screamed as Carmen began speaking again. "I guess you thought Leslie was a girl," she said. "Lots of people do. But Leslie is all man, and he enjoys satisfying both women and men with that long dick that's as thick as a snake. It's not going to go in as easily as that dildo he was using, but I'm sure you can handle it. "What you and Leslie do in your mating game is up to the two of you. The only thing you have to do is talk to us. We want to hear sounds from you and Leslie as you're doing your special dance. Understand?" Randy ignored her as he stared in horror at the monitor. Leslie had his pants off and was moving closer to him with his monster sticking out in front of him. It was now in Randy's bush, and Leslie was leaning forward, pushing Randy's legs further back. "Don't worry, Randy," giggled Carmen. "When we cleaned you out this morning, we used a mixture that was mostly lube, so you are all oiled up inside and ready to go. But you need to start talking. It's not an option to stay silent." She moved the microphone away from her mouth and placed it in front of his mouth again, but he turned his head away. Now Leslie's giant cock had moved through the red bush and was pressing against his hole. It was huge. There was no way he could let it in. He concentrated on keeping his anus tightly shut. "Say something, Randy," said Carmen. She was speaking in his ear and holding the microphone at his mouth. He ignored her to concentrate on keeping his anus tightly shut. Carmen put the microphone back to her mouth. "Ladies and gentlemen, I can't hear a thing from Randy. I think we've got a technical problem. I'm going to put the mike down on the pillow next to his mouth and adjust a couple of knobs." Randy felt a hand grab his testicles and squeeze hard. He screamed loudly into the mike and then gasped, because as he screamed, he had lost his concentration for a second and Leslie had pushed into his anus. Now the huge cock was slowly moving deeper into him, and he was in agony. "No! No! No!" Carmen was back beside him, holding the microphone at his mouth. "That's it," she said. "Now you're doing great, Randy. Express yourself. Tells us what it feels like with your moaning and panting and crying. Get into the moment." Randy grimaced as Leslie slowly buried himself inside him. Leslie began slowly moving in and out, just a couple of inches at first. As his speed increased, Leslie pulled more of it out and plunged it all the way in again. Randy's commentary of moans, shrieks, gasps and panting grew louder. Leslie also became more vocal and soon his sighs of pleasure mixed with Randy's sounds of humiliation. "I see you're close to coming, Leslie, but hold back a while longer," said Carmen. "We need to do one more thing for the cameras. Lift his legs a little further back. Wait until the audience sees what Randy can do. "OK, now Randy, you know what to do. You haven't had a release in a few days, and it hurts. I'm putting some lube on your hands. I know you're feeling a lot of discomfort from Leslie, so I'll get you started. There, see how fast you got hard. You really need to come. Now you take over. "Randy, you haven't come in three days, and if you don't come now your balls are going to be in tremendous pain tonight. We could keep doing this every day until you get it right." She's bluffing, Randy thought. He didn't move his hand. "OK, everybody," said Carmen, "I think we've got another technical glitch. Randy can't hear me. Maybe I need to twist some knobs again." When he heard this, Randy's hands shot to his genitals like a lightning bolt and he began pumping his penis rapidly. "False alarm," said Carmen. "Everything's under control. OK, let me adjust you while you're pumping yourself: a little this way; now a little higher. Steady. OK, all systems are go. Now open your mouth wide. Come on, Randy. Do I need to turn some knobs? That's it." Now there were new sounds coming from Randy and Leslie, low and high, soft and loud, breathy and strong. They rose louder and louder, crashing like waves until for an instant, everything was hushed. Then the largest wave came thundering in as Leslie exploded into Randy's anus, which triggered Randy exploding into his mouth and the audience standing around the bed exploding into applause and cheers. Randy was lying on his bed when Carmen walked in the next morning. He looked up at her and then looked down in embarrassment. His mind was still reeling from what had taken place yesterday. "I guess this is the sad parting," she said. She smiled broadly. "I have to say you disrespected me more than any man I've ever met, but I've also never done anything like this before. So let's call it even. "When you get home, you'll be able to see all the emails that went back and forth, so you can easily figure out your story about getting back to town. I know your asshole hurts, but we checked and Leslie didn't tear anything, so you should be able to walk without much pain in a week or so. "My friend, the video editor, is going to make the footage into a masterpiece for me. I got really turned on during the show and even came a couple of times. This is going to be my video for a rainy day, and I'll also show it to all the friends you met here who helped me. "Don't worry; I won't put it on the Internet. But I will share it with a few other people I've met. They won't get a copy, but they'll each be invited to see it in my living room. "Since we broke up, I've run into a few of your former girlfriends. I'm not going to make it a project, but I'm sure I'll come across others from time to time. Especially if you continue to change them like you change clothes. I compared notes with each of them. I found out that you treated all of them with courtesy and respect as long as you were interested in them. "From now on, you might also want to do that when you break up. Don't let them feel like they're disposable. You can probably figure out a way to make them think they're dumping you. Because sooner or later, I might run into that ex-girlfriend, and if you gave her the line about that's the way you are and you can't help it, or she feels demeaned or degraded, I'm going to tell her about your dance lessons and ask her if she'd like to watch the video. "I'll try to be careful and make sure nobody copies it, but eventually you might date a girl who knows her way around computers, and she might be able to hack into mine and steal the video and post it on one of those ex-boyfriend sites. So you could go viral and be famous all over the world. "But I'm sure you're going to re-evaluate your dating practices, Randy, so that will never happen. Maybe after a while, you'll even grow up enough to realize that one woman with imagination can be more exciting than an endless number of new bodies. Maybe she'll be a woman who scares you to death and, at the same time, makes you feel completely alive. Maybe some day, you'll know what to do when you find a woman like that."