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Dancing Lessons
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)

***

Carman is furious with her ex-boyfriend Randy and she 
goes to extremes to teach him a lesson he won't soon 
forget. (Fdom/M, nc, d/s cd, enemas, forced-orgasms, 
voy)

***

If Randy had realized how wild Carmen's temper was, he 
would never have gotten involved with her.

Not that he wasn't warned. When he met her at a 
friend's party, she captivated him, and he spent the 
night in deep conversation with her. Before he left to 
take her home, an ex-girlfriend pulled him aside.

"Be careful with Carmen," she said. "Carmen has a 
temper, and I've heard stories about what she's done 
to men who trifle with her. Since you are a player, I 
suggest you stay as far away as possible.

"Thanks," he said. He didn't take advice from ex-
girlfriends. If he had seen the twinkle in her eyes 
and the smile on her face as she walked away, he might 
have realized his ex-girlfriend knew that and had been 
playing him.

Randy had a lot of ex-girlfriends. He fell hard for a 
pretty face and a good body, and for a few months, he 
couldn't get enough of them, especially if they were 
as insatiable for sex as he was. Some of them even 
moved in with him.

He wasn't devious or cruel. It's just that as time 
wore on, another pretty face or amazing body caught 
his eye, and he was pulled away. He couldn't help it, 
he would explain to the angry girl who was about to be 
another ex, that's just the way he was.

They didn't like being discarded like old garbage, and 
some of them were still angry, but they all had to 
admit that he was never cruel, never bragged about his 
conquests and was always as friendly and courteous to 
them as he had been from day one. It's just that he 
had no further use for 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, and when he went to see her 
perform, she always had the 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. When they came home after one of her 
shows, both of them were wild in bed and carried on 
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 earlier.

When she asked him about it, he told her it wasn't her 
fault, that it was normal that their sex was less 
frequent and less frenetic now. That's always how it 
was when couples were together a long time. It was 
just a new stage of their relationship. She didn't 
like the 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. While they 
were sitting around a table talking, something caught 
her eye across the room. She squinted for a second, 
and then she was sure. It was Randy with a pretty 
young woman.

She got home ahead of him, and when he walked in the 
door, she screamed at him, "You liar!" He realized 
immediately that she knew, and he tried to calm her 
down with his "That's the way I am" speech. She would 
have none of it and kept on cursing him and calling 
him a disgusting animal who was incapable of being 
loyal to anything except his penis.

As she got wilder, she got more graphic and began 
threatening him and talking about things like taking a 
knife and cutting 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.

As he got up, she screamed, "Come back here, you pig!" 
and then he saw her start to open drawers in the 
kitchen. He scrambled to get to the front door and 
felt something heavy hit him in the back just before 
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. "Nick," 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 said. "I can 
be there in five minutes."

There was a pause at her end, and then she said 
calmly, "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, 
Nick," she said. Her voice was soft, but 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," 
she said. "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, but a very nice person. 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, but this is an ugly side of it that isn't 
flattering to you."

"So you loved my craziness," she said and snorted. She 
was still speaking softly with a steely tone. "You're 
going to love it even more when I figure out what to 
do to you. Enjoy your nice new girlfriend while you 
can. Goodbye." She got up from the table and rushed 
out before he had the 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 girlfriend 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 we went to a dance concert and saw her 
performing one of her usual passionate roles. He 
shivered as she stabbed her false lover to death and 
left the theater quickly with his current girlfriend 
after the show.

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 soft muffled sound came out.

He saw it was two men as they pushed and dragged him 
down the steps to a car parked in front of his house. 
They shoved him in the back seat, and one man pushed 
in next to him while the other man went around to the 
other door and got on the other side. Almost before 
the doors were slammed shut, the car's tires screeched 
as it took off and drove quickly through the darkened 
streets.

That's 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 all up, and 
after a while, he got short of breath and felt his 
voice cracking, so he stopped and sat in silence. Were 
they going to mutilate him? he thought. Were they 
going to kill him?

The car drove to an area of dark, deserted factories 
and pulled up to the only one with a light shining out 
of some of its windows. One man pushed the 
handkerchief into his mouth again, and then both of 
them dragged him 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 and 
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 if you prefer and gagged, too, although no 
one can hear anything around here because all the 
other buildings in this neighborhood are empty. I'll 
do whatever it takes for you to sit there and listen 
to me."

He sat back down.

"You've probably guessed that it's payback time, but 
don't worry. I'm not as crazy as you think. I saved 
money and planned this for months and have had 
everything set up for more than two weeks.

"Then I began having second thoughts and started 
backing away from my plan. I thought maybe I needed to 
control my rage and get you out of my mind because 
thinking about revenge wasn't healthy for me. I think 
I was nearly ready to give it up, and then I saw you 
in the audience tonight with another new girl. I 
thought to myself, how many has he gone through since 
he went through me? How can he come here and watch me 
as if I was nothing to him? All my disgust with you 
came flooding back, and I knew I had to go through 
with this or else I could never move on.

"I'm not going to cut you up or do anything to 
physically hurt you. I've decided the best revenge is 
to demean you, because that's what you did to me. I'm 
not going to tell you more than you need to know right 
now, because I want to surprise you.

"First of all, you're going to be living here for the 
next five or six months. There are some bedrooms off 
this studio where some of my dancer friends live. They 
and some others are helping me out with this, and the 
men are pretty strong. When none of them can be here 
for a few hours, you may have to be restrained in your 
bedroom for a while. But we have a TV there.

"I spent a lot of time on your story. You're emailing 
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 don't think you've changed 
your password since we broke up, have you? I see you 
haven't. I'm sorry, but you know I can't help being 
jealous, so I watched you until I found out what it 
was so I could check your email and see if any girls 
were writing you. I apologize.

"You're asking for a nine-month leave of absence, but 
you're telling your office you'll probably be back 
before then. If they don't give it to you, you're 
telling them that you'll have to quit, and to please 
hold any money that's owed to you until you get back. 
Your relatives in Portland will take care of all your 
finances until then.

"If your current girlfriend has a key to your 
apartment and goes over there tomorrow, she'll find 
all the perishables were taken out to the dumpster and 
everything's tidy, as if you're away on a trip. If she 
writes you, you'll respond in brief messages telling 
her you have no time to talk or write and she'll have 
to wait a few months. If that's not good enough for 
her, you'll tell her you're sorry and will understand 
if she feels she needs to break up.

"As other friends find out you've left, you'll write 
similar messages to them until they leave you alone. 
We'll take care of your messages from the computer 
here."

"The idea is for them to leave you in peace until 
after your performance. No, you won't be performing 
for them. It will be a private dance concert in this 
rehearsal room for me and a few of my friends. I 
collaborated with a couple of them on the 
choreography, and it's going to be a wild, erotic 
number. You'll be spending the next few months 
acquiring the skills and learning the steps to be able 
to perform it.

"There are some other things that will happen, and 
some of them are uncomfortable. But none of them are 
dangerous, and you won't be hurt. There will even be 
some pleasure for you.

"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 
get started on the program. I see you're ready to 
start talking or yelling. That's fine because I'm 
done. Nobody will stop you, 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 large men he had met the 
night before untied him and watched him closely as 
they both ate breakfast. When they were done, Carmen 
walked in with two women dressed in what looked like 
medical scrubs.

"Bring him to the lab," she told the man, and he held 
Randy's arm as they followed the three women into a 
brightly lit room that was painted white. In the 
middle of the room was a hospital bed with some metal 
structures attached to one end. The man led Randy to 
the bed and pushed him down on it on his back. Before 
he could respond, one woman was unfastening his belt 
buckle while the other one unzipped his fly and the 
man pulled off his shoes. He was yelling, and he saw 
Carmen sitting in a chair watching him and smiling.

Each woman pulled on a pant leg and lifted the leg up 
as he tried in vain to press down on the bed to stop 
them. Then both grabbed his briefs and quickly ripped 
them down his body and off of him.

Carmen gathered the pants and briefs from the floor. 
"I'll be taking these," she said. "You won't need them 
for a few months." While she was talking, the women 
were lifting his legs in the air again and attaching 
them to the metal frames sticking up from the bed. He 
noticed that his legs fit snugly into curved trays, 
and that straps were wrapped around them and 
tightened. The women then stepped away from him.

"This is an old birthing bed with antique stirrups 
that 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," she said, "you can lower him now.

As the bed was lowered to her waist level she reached 
for a plastic squeeze bottle and squeezed some oil on 
her hands and then 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.

Then he saw the women pull the leg holders wider 
apart. After that, they both grabbed him by the waist 
and pulled him forward, toward the end of the bed. 
When they did this, his legs were pulled back over 
him, and his naked rear hung over the edge of the bed 
slightly. "He's in position," said one of the women, 
and he felt Carmen's hands start to move on him.

"Great," she said. "I'm going to get him started 
today, because I know just how he responds. Watch me 
for a moment, girls, because I can't come tomorrow." 

They came over and watched her pump his member and 
manipulate his sack. Then one of them left and wheeled 
over a hospital stand with a plastic sack full of 
liquid hanging from it. He felt a greasy finger enter 
his rear, which got him even more excited, and then it 
was withdrawn and something else was inserted. He 
looked between his legs and saw a long tube connected 
to the plastic sack disappearing between his thighs. 
Finally it stopped. He felt it deep inside him.

"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 
extended. Such a nice long, 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 strings of 
thick white semen spurting up his body where Carmen 
was directing them, landing mostly on his chest, but 
he felt some get as far as his chin. Just as he began, 
he felt a flood of warm liquid going into him from the 
tube, filling him up quickly.

When he had finished thrusting and squirting and his 
breathing slowed down, he looked up at the big plastic 
liquid bag and saw it was empty."

"How did that feel?" said Carmen. "An enema and an 
orgasm at the same time. I've never done that, and 
don't know if I want to. But you seemed to enjoy it, 
so I know that there's at least one thing you'll like 
for the next few months.

"Now in a few minutes, you're going to need to expel. 
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 and wash you off there after 
you've finished. 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 and didn't say anything or try to 
resist when they strapped his legs in again and pulled 
him forward so that his rear was spread wide again. He 
saw one of them take a small red 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, dipping 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 from a needle. You're getting an injection, but 
don't worry because it's just a local anesthetic so 
you won't feel any pain for the next couple of hours.

"My friends are trained nurses who work in depilaton, 
and I'm paying for them to work on you. They are 
trained experts in hair follicle removal and 
transplantation. Rather than shave your pubic hair, 
they will permanently remove it, one follicle at a 
time. It will be done carefully so that you won't have 
any scars. Your hairless crotch and balls will be 
something to remember me by after your performance. 
Maybe it will turn on your next girlfriend.

"There. See, the injection didn't hurt much, and 
you're probably already numb. 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. It wasn't 
uncomfortable. He fell asleep.

***

"Time for lunch," said the man shaking him. It was a 
different man, one he hadn't seen before, but he was 
bigger and stronger looking 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 
they called the studio, where a woman who looked to be 
in her 50s was waiting for him next to an iron rod 
full of hanging clothes.

"Hello, dearie," she said when the two men approached. 
"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. Here, put this one on."

She handed Randy a bright polka-dot dress, but he 
looked at her and didn't take it. What's going on? he 
thought while the man reached around him and took the 
dress, then pushed it at him. "Here, put this on," he 
said repeating what the woman had told him.

"I don't wear dresses," said Randy.

"You do here," said the man, "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," she said. 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 you've never been to modeling school," the 
woman said. "We have a lot of work to do. Carmen wants 
you to be comfortable on heels much higher than this, 
and she also wants a lot of lateral movement from your 
rear. An hour of practice a day, and we'll have you 
doing a sexy sashay in no time. Let's get started."

After trying to follow her instructions for an hour on 
the wobbly shoes, he was exhausted. The man said to 
him, "Walk to your bedroom in the heels. From now on, 
you'll be wearing heels all day and evening, except 
for the lab in the morning and practice in the 
afternoon."

In the room, 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 greet him, but immediately said, 
"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, he 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 concentrate on figuring out how to escape 
from this place, 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 and he was 
just wearing panties. "It's late," said the man. 
"Don't put on your clothes today. Just follow me to 
the kitchen."

After a quick breakfast, he was led back to the lab 
and strapped into 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 
coming, 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 also 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, then to the 
studio for walking lessons from the older lady, 
followed by another change into practice clothes and 
some intensive dance training.

After two exhausting days of this, 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 all day.

***

A week later, Carmen showed up at the lab in the 
morning with a slender friend dressed in a black pants 
outfit. "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.

Then he saw that sticking out from Leslie's crotch was 
a long dildo. Some fingers pushed lube into his anus, 
and the dildo was pushed to the entrance. The push was 
soft but relentless, and in a couple of minutes it had 
entered him. Then Leslie slowly pushed it all the way 
in and began pushing and pulling in and out of him. It 
felt uncomfortable and made his mind reel.

Now Carmen sat down next to him again and started 
pumping his penis and manipulating his balls with her 
grease-covered hands. This time he didn't respond, 
because he was concentrating too hard on trying to 
relax so the dildo didn't hurt so much as it went in 
and out.

After a few minutes of no results, Carmen spoke to one 
of the technicians. "Wheel the breast pump over here," 
she said. As Leslie kept humping away, 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. He 
tried to concentrate on his bowels, but he was having 
a harder and harder time. Soon he was breathing hard, 
and his pelvis was thrusting at the suction cup. 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 squirt after another inside him 
until he felt uncomfortably filled up inside his 
bowels.

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.

Now as Leslie withdrew, Rand felt just as he did after 
an enema, and when he started squirming, one of the 
technicians led him to the toilet. When he got back, 
Leslie was gone. Carmen told the technicians, "Use the 
breast pump the same way I did today until I come back 
next week and show you something different. Make sure 
you tell Leslie right when he's about to come, so the 
soapy water squirts into him at the same time he's 
squirting out. We're conditioning him to come whenever 
he feels a fluid spurting 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 Leslie and 
the lab, followed by two more days of walking and 
dancing. A week and a half later, Carmen was in the 
lab again.

"I've heard you're doing much better in your heels and 
you are starting to understand choreography," she 
said. "I'm really pleased. I told your teacher that I 
want you to learn how to run today. Also, today we're 
going to vary things with Leslie. Please watch what I 
do, 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 tool was sagging. She waited until it was 
lying flat again and he was squirming and moaning with 
the discomfort of the Leslie's dildo.

Then she put the suction cup to the tip of the penis 
again. This time it sprang up right away. 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, but he was 
quickly at full attention once the sucking cup 
returned.

"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 his tool 
hard with her hands. This time he was so far along 
that he kept going, responding to her and exploding 
just after she told Leslie, "Now, Leslie, now!"

"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 totally in your hands. 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 some even more 
disgusting -- and painful -- swats.

Today the older woman said to him, "We're going to 
start running."

"How in the world can anyone run in heels?" he said.

"Watch me," she said and she began running to the 
other end of the room. She had raised 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, except she was an older woman, so it made her 
look ridiculous.

"That's how women in high heels run," she said, "Now 
you do it," she said.

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 
faster 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'll need to do it a lot more, 
because I understand that next week you'll be starting 
to rehearse your dance routine with Leslie, and 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 his rear hole, 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 dildo squirted into his rear.

Since there were no mirrors in his room, it wasn't 
until he was naked in the shower one time and looked 
down that he was shocked to see a huge patch of 
hairless skin from a couple of inches below his belly 
button until past the start of his penis. He realized 
that this is what the techs were doing to him after 
they numbed his crotch, but it scared him to see it 
and he didn't look again.

He noticed that even hours after Leslie finished with 
the dildo, he felt a tickling at his anus. Then the 
tickling turned into an itch that first 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 and he finally gave in.

"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. But that 
extra wiggle of the ass that you've thought up is one 
step beyond that. 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 run."

Randy wasn't happy about her excitement, but from then 
on he added his squirming wiggle to his swaying rear 
when he walked.

The itching was still driving him crazy until by 
accident, he found some relief. 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 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 he even imagined it was 
getting some air. It helped with the itching, and if 
he squatted down and opened wider, the itching almost 
disappeared. 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 during high 
heel classes, 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 she told him 
she was pleased to hear about the new additions to his 
walk and his progress on the dance. "We're almost 
ready," she said. "Today we're going to start the 
final phase of the lab work. The ladies have removed 
almost all the hair from your crotch. Your penis and 
everything around it is hairless. All they have to do 
is finish the bottom of your balls.

"Before they begin, I'm going to teach you the final 
part of your preparation with Leslie. Leslie tells me 
you are turning into a great dance partner and your 
moves are very sexy and a big turn on.

"OK, Leslie, stick it in and begin fucking Randy's 
ass. Let's get a good quick rhythm going. He's feeling 
it. See his face twisting around and his body trying 
to squirm away from you. Now let's get him focused on 
his pleasure."

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 said 
and she placed his hands on his equipment.

"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 he felt was he pain and discomfort inside his 
rear.

"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 again 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 his mast fell 
over. 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 bring yourself off this morning, 
it will be three days, and 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. "You've got to expel soon, and 
the ladies have to get to work. But maybe tomorrow, if 
you're ready."

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.

"That looked great," Carmen said, laughing. "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 
and 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 his dick is 
aimed in the right direction. With his cooperation and 
your guidance, he should be able to hit the bullseye 
every day.

"Once he can do that, I want him to open his mouth as 
wide as possible when he comes, so that he squirts 
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. Leslie would 
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 and a 
lascivious mouth.

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, and 
Randy looked at her face, he often felt his member 
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 on 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 far back. All the moves were incorporated 
into the dance.

The dance ended with Leslie sitting facing the back of 
a cane chair with legs wide apart while the horny 
girlfriend, Randy, was dancing a sexy solo to get the 
partner aroused even more.

Randy would pull off the last scarf from his skirt 
costume and put it between his legs with one hand 
holding it in front and the other in back. As he moved 
it back and forth over his crotch, simulating 
masturbation, he spread his legs wide and jumped 
closer and closer to Leslie, until Leslie grabbed the 
scarf and pulled Randy close and gave him a long wet 
kiss.

The rubbing during the earlier parts of the dance 
stimulated Randy, and he had a hard time controlling 
himself while pulling the scarf between his legs. By 
the time of the final kiss, his rod was rock hard, 
often making a wet spot on the scarf he slid between 
his legs. Sometimes Leslie looked down at the spot and 
up into Randy's face with a smile so lascivious that 
Randy was turned on.

One day Carmen came by in the afternoon and watched 
the rehearsal. She applauded when it was over.

"You're ready," she pronounced. "I'm inviting my 
friends who are in on this to come over Saturday 
afternoon for the world premiere performance. Do a 
good job, and the next day you'll be back in your 
apartment."

Feelings of humiliation and degradation mixed with the 
itching by his anus came back to Randy as she said 
this. He moved to spread his legs and push his rear 
out. He'd have to see a doctor about that itching once 
he got out of here.

Earlier that week, the lady technicians told him they 
had finished their work, and they 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, after he had expelled, he went 
right to the shower, and Carmen helped him into the 
costume on his bed and with the red wig he would be 
wearing. 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. He quickly turned his head away. 
The high heel shoes were bright red patent leather and 
fit him comfortably.

As he was led into the studio, he saw all the factory 
windows had been covered and it was totally dark. Then 
some lights came on illuminating the wooden floor. He 
saw 10 or 12 people sitting in the dark at the edge of 
the lighted area. Next to them was a piece of 
furniture that was long and low, but he couldn't make 
it out.

The introductory music began and Leslie came over and 
took his hand. When their cue arrived, they swept out 
into the light, and he noticed that there were video 
cameras on tripods around the lighted area and a 
couple of men walking around them with handheld 
cameras.

Then he had to focus on the tricky steps to the dance. 
The music was Latin and began slowly and built up to a 
frenetic climax. As he began moving and rubbing faster 
and faster, Randy felt his tool getting aroused.

Finally, he was down to the last minute where he 
rubbed the scarf between his legs. He spread his legs 
and hopped toward Leslie. As he began pulling the 
scarf between his legs, his penis was sticking 
straight out. He hadn't had an orgasm in three days 
and felt that if he didn't stop soon he'd explode 
right there on the dance floor.

Finally, 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, and Leslie 
pulled Randy into it and pulled him down into a deep 
bow.

They had rehearsed this part, but not with Randy's 
hairless crotch and his aroused penis exposed in the 
spotlight. There were more cheers as they bowed 
several more times. 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 rubbing between his legs and the 
embarrassment of being displayed in full bloom.

Carmen stepped next to them in the spotlight and began 
talking into a wireless microphone. "I want to thank 
Leslie and of course Randy for a fantastic 
performance. All the weeks of hard work have paid off, 
and 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. Where 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 
illuminating 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 
him, Randy saw pole lamps, tripods with video cameras 
aimed at them and the audience gathered around the bed 
as he heard Carmen's voice.

"The encore dance is ending with the boyfriend and 
girlfriend consummating their passionate love," she 
said, 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. He 
tried to get up, but Leslie was holding his legs tight 
and high in the air as he squirmed. He looked up and 
saw a flat screen monitor suspended from the ceiling 
just above their heads. 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.

He saw Carmen bend down and pull his cheeks even 
wider, as her friends cheered. Between the cheeks was 
a huge bush of hair. It was sweaty and matted, and 
barely visible in the middle of the bush was his anus. 
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 office and they see what 
they have to remove. Do you think they'll make you 
have an enema before they work on you like we did?

"Talk to me Randy. We want to hear what you think as 
Leslie makes love to you. It will make the video more 
special."

Randy ignored her and looked up at the monitor again. 
Leslie had handed each of 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, because he's so thin and has those 
fine Castilian features. 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.

"Now what you and Leslie do in your mating game is up 
to the two of you. You can resist, as he tries to 
persuade you with his charms. 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. He was now placing it into Randy's bush and 
leaning forward, pushing Randy's legs further back.

"Don't worry, Randy," said Carmen. "When we cleaned 
you out today, we used a mixture that was mostly lube, 
so you are all oiled up inside. But you need to start 
talking. It's not an option to stay silent." She moved 
the microphone away from her mouth to in front of his 
mouth again, but he turned his head away.

Now the giant cylinder 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. His mouth was pursed 
and his forehead wrinkled with the effort.

"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 by his face 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 lost his 
concentration for a second, and Leslie had pushed into 
his anus. Now the huge pole was slowly moving deeper 
into him, and he was in agony.

"No! No! No!" Randy began yelling as he took deep 
breaths and tried to cope with the pain. 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 breathing and crying. They are as 
good as any words could be. Experience Leslie deep 
inside you. Enjoy him. Get into the moment."

Randy grimaced and twisted his facial muscles wildly 
as Leslie slowly buried himself inside him. When the 
entire pole was hidden in his bush, Leslie began 
slowly moving it in and out. Just a couple of inches 
at first and then more and more of it. As the speed 
increased he 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 there was a 
symphony of sounds of Leslie's pleasure and Randy's 
pain.

"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 there's a huge amount of 
semen you need to release. I'm putting some lube on 
your hands. I know you're feeling a lot of discomfort 
from Leslie's loving, so I'll get you started. There, 
see how fast you got hard. You really need a release. 
Now you take over.

"Randy, we need your cooperation. 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'll 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 still lying on his bed in a daze when Carmen 
walked in the next morning.

"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. You 
may want to soak in the tub a lot for the next few 
days to sooth your aching asshole, but we checked and 
Leslie didn't cause tear anything, so you should be 
able to walk without much pain in a week or two.

"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 
occasional showings in my living room on the big 
screen.

"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'm going to compare 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. Let them down easy, and make sure they 
don't have any hard feelings. 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 
you demeaned or degraded her in any way, I'm going to 
tell her about your dance lessons and ask her if she'd 
like to join the audience at my next show.

"If you don't change, my audience is going to grow. 
Eventually, it might get too large for my living room, 
and I'll have to ask your ex-girlfriends to chip in to 
rent a larger space. Maybe we'll need a small theater 
some day.

"You might not care, but if that happens, and the 
video is out of my hands for short periods of time, 
it's awfully easy to copy it. And someone who copies 
it might not be as careful as me, so you could go 
viral and be famous all over the world. When you meet 
a new girl you're interested in, she might already be 
interested in you -- in ways that you might not 
appreciate.

"But I'm sure you're going to be extra polite and 
caring to everyone you date from now on, 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 faces and bodies. Maybe you'll be so 
afraid of that woman's fierce jealousy that you'll 
never approach her again and opt for a life so safe 
that you'll die of boredom.

"Or maybe you'll develop the backbone and courage to 
go for the thrill of a relationship with a woman who 
scares you to death at the same time she makes you 
feel completely alive. If you do, you better move 
fast. Women like that don't like to wait." 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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