Ballet Slave
I recall this day every day at least once since it happened. On my way back from the campus to my apartment I said to myself "why wouldn’t I reward myself with a good and over-priced coffee and a nice, sweet pastry?". Oh, what a mistake it has been. I was sitting and read messages and some news while drinking my Americano. I felt someone was watching me, truly. "Nah you're just tired" I thought to myself. Right after I got out of the café someone stumbled at me and I felt a sharp small stab on my shoulder while I texted my girlfriend. Things got dizzy 2 minutes after that. I struggled to continue walking when I felt someone taking me into a van. After that – blackout. I really don’t know what happened exactly in the following hours. I woke up in some kind of stone basement – like in a castle. I was tied up in my legs knees hands and elbows behind my back. My mouth was gagged as I noticed as I tried to shout. I was completely naked in addition. Fuck. I thought to myself. I tried not to panic but I panicked. Started to wriggle and more helplessly while trying to get out of my weird position. I heard a heavy door getting unlocked.
Welcome, I see you're settling in funnily and happy to be here. A large man said.
AwahhahwhwahhmmmI answered.
You were chosen from many – and you'll be perfect. The man said and walked away. Two other men took me tied up and put me in a small cell on wheels. The cell got locked and I was pushed out of the basement. The castle was lightened with lights that matched candles. After 2 minutes of walking we entered a room with a big screen and a dentists chair. Don't you dare messing around. The man said while the 2 other bodyguards got me loosen up out of my ties. I tried to fight but I felt extremely tired. I got attached to the dentist's chair while I exhaustedly tried to fight. Here, drink some water. The man said. I nodded for no. In the water or in a very painful injection – you decide. My gag got removed and the 2 bodyguards held my mouth. Ahhhahahahahahaahhhh!!!! I shouted while they poured the water into my mouth. After I swallowed the water they returned the gag and attached my eyelids to small claws. The next 16 or so hours were pure brainwashing – ballet classes, ballet variations and some servants/butler video guides. What the fuck, where am I? It took forever and for a certain time I couldn’t stop thinking about what I saw. The two bodyguards entered the darkened room and freed me from the chair.
I can't recall exactly what happened but I woke up in a stone dorm room: bed, small sink and a small dresser. It had a tiny window that showed a big lawn and forests. Silence, like no one could hear my pleadings to get free. I spotted at least 3 cameras filming me naked trying to find a way out. A robotic voice appeared: "wear what's in the dresser and stand by the door". It repeated 3 times. I opened the dresser and found a paper explaining what I have to wear: grey unitard, dancebelt (I didn’t know what it meant), socks and white "slippers". I opened the drawers and saw things that matches the description:
Put the thong underwear first and pull your penis and balls pointing up
Put the unitard through the neck hole and make tour penis visible
Put in the socks and then the slippers. pull your socks high and put it under the unitard.
I got insane. I looked at one of the cameras and shouted "Let me fucking out!!!!!" I tried to open the door or break the window. Every hard thing was pinned to the floor or the wall. The voice appeared one more: "wear what's in the dresser and stand by the door". Two seconds passed and three bodyguards with corona masks. They all grabbed me and closed the door behind. The tazed me with electric shock and left me wriggle on the floor for a minute. After that I was forced to lay in bed and one guard brought the clothes from the drawer. In a few seconds while I was screaming, I was completely dressed. I was carried through some corridors to a somekind of dance studio – similar to the one my girlfriend took me to so I can try Pilates once. I was put in a small chair and the bodyguards attached a light shock collar. I was so shocked by the taser earlier so I almost didn’t resist and mostly tried to sit straight. A man in tight shirt and loose jogger pants was there and looked at me. "You will do everything I say or you'll be punished. Understood?"
"let me out… please" I said quietly and the collar was activated. It hurt. "Ahhahahah!!!!" I shouted. "what do you want for me??? Let me out!" I continued. "Everything will be clear later, now stand up and obey my orders". I could saw one bodyguard keeping us. "every time you're standing infront of someone, you will stand in 3rd position – with one ankle next to your other foot's ark like this." I hesitated and got a light shock. "Ahhowuu" I shouted. "Put your legs in 3rd position – now". I fixed my feet and stood straight. "Better" the man said. "From now on you'll call me "master" – the only words you need to say are "yes master and no master – understood?"
I hesitated again but soon said "y….yes"
"yes what?"
"y…y…yes sir".
"good boy!. Now you will need to learn some moves. It'll take some time but I'm sure you'll get it." The man continued explaining about ballet positions with my body and feet and I followed his ordered, shaken. I received several shocks during these hours. I still wandered why the hell they want from me and how I can escape. After a few hours I think, the bodyguards grabbed me to a different room. There stood a different man in a suit. I stood Infront of him quietly for 3 seconds until I asked "please, can you get me out? Please my family has plenty of money". The man ignored my question and asked "didn’t you listen to your ballet master? Stand in position". I fell to my knees and begged – I was tired, hurt from beating and electric shocks and started to cry. I haven’t cried in years till that day. "Please…. Please let me out. I won't tell anyone".
"Stand in position boy, now." I was electrified once again, strong pulse and I shouted in agony.
I stood up slowly and stood in position. "I'm your teacher for serving superior men. Here you'll learn manners and how to serve as a butler, footman, servant or just sub". I was exhausted already and spent with the teacher additional few hours. There I also got numerous shocks to my neck. The teacher taught me positions, answering and talking, balance, walking quietly and with grace. Once we finished the first lesson, I felt I'm seconds from fainting. Two large guards grabbed me and took me away from the training room back to my room. There I was stripped down and tied up to my bed with segufix. All tries to resist were pathetic of me. A butt plug was inserted and a strict hood with a penis-gag.
I'm not sure how much time I spent in this facility – every day was the same: ballet lesson, serving lesson, some brainwashing and sexual training. Step by step I started to feel more submissive, I gave up fighting and started trying to be the best I can – so maybe the situation will be better. I started to feel confident in ballet moves and did my best in serving. The mantras from the brainwashing worked – I didn’t think about my previous life, my girlfriend, my family or my studies or future. I thought increasingly about serving and dancing and about sucking dick and getting fucked. It was more than a few weeks, maybe months in this facility but I'm not sure.
One day I was led after the ballet class to a luxury and old-fashioned office. I was set in the chair and got tied up by leather wristbands. The man from my first day here appeared and set down behind the desk. I've told you you'll be perfect – and here you are, a perfect slaveboy ready for shipment. Shipment?? I thought to myself. In the last months you demonstrated as a perfect example of our method. You had many fans during your stay here but only one won the auction – you'll meet him tomorrow and wow… he'll get the best out of you. I wanted to congratulate you on the end of your process here. You'll be prepared to ship and take off tomorrow. Be a proud ambassador of our facility and do good until… who knows? Anyway – good luck with your new life.
With these words the guards took me to a nearby dressing room. They stripped me down of my ballet uniform and brought cleaning amenities: they shaved me, did me a haircut, showered me and applied hair spray. They applied a certain cream on my whole body while I pleaded and asked what was going on. They ignored my questions and held me in place while starting to dress me again: a dance belt, white footed tights, suit breeches, dress shirt leotard. Collar and tie, vest and a black tail blazer. Lastly – a shiny pair of black opera pumps. A proper servant one guard said. I was taken to the other side of the room and got photographed a few times. Just a few seconds and I was stripped down again. They dragged me to another corner of the room and connected me to a wrapping machine. Soon I was wrapped in wrapping plastic like a suitcase. They applied a hood with oxygen mask and put me in a designated wooden box. Full darkness. I don’t know how much time I spent in that box. The box moved and was thrown a few times. After some time, the box was opened. It was a different place. A person dressed like I was dressed in the pictures looked at me and said: Welcome to your new life slave.
The end.
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