Izumi is an attractive but still single Japanese woman due to her
prudish character. Though at heart, she is always dreaming a handsome
prince will appear and kneel down to court her. Imagining her prince
in dream, she has attended classic ballet school every weekend.
Thanks to the ballet she has kept her radiance and looked younger than
she is.
One Saturday morning she happened to wake up earlier than usual and
went to the ballet studio. Alone in the room she changed her clothes
into black long-sleeve leotard and white tights. With the skin-tight
clothing she always feels as if she became a main character in fairy tale.
She started the exercise with a bar to find her favorite teacher
standing in the mirror.
"Izumi, sorry to surprise you, but you are too early for the class.
Shall I give you special session for you?"
Blushed, she said, "Y, Yes, thank you."
The teacher himself has also kept his secret affection toward her.
And the Saturday became the long-awaited day to realize his fantasy.
He faded down the room lights, switched on a small spot light toward
her and played the taped music. He told her at her side,
"This will help you concentrate more. Let's begin."
To the gentle slow-tempo music, she started to exercise, holding the
bar in one hand. On surface, he was coaching in a gentle voice and
correcting her several ballet poses.
By the time the music ended, she seemed relaxed and in a kind of
trance. He thought now it's the time to go. The teacher approached her
back. Suddenly he held her back neck with one hand and covered her
forehead and eyelids with another, then told her fast.
"When I count to three, your mind will go blank. Three, Two, One! Now
there's nothing in your mind and you can't move any more!"
The woman in leotard finally fell in the hands of the ballet teacher.
Standing motionless, eyes closed, she couldn't hear nothing but his
voice.
Holding her body with his hands, he kissed her neck and whispered to
her ear, "You can hear me, can't you? If yes, nod."
Slowly she nodded.
"I am the person you've wanted to see most. Who am I?"
"My dear prince," she replied in a trance and happiness was also
shown on her face.
"That's right. Breathe deeply ten times and you will feel happier and
relaxed."
With his count, she was getting under deeper and deeper. "Princess,
you are all mine, from body to mind"
He laid her body on the floor and gave her the command to lose all her
strength. Her body became limp and he started to rub her breasts and
her secret part through her leotard."
"Enjoy the date with me and the sex in skin-tight clothing, to your
heart."
For a while, she was enjoying her imaginary prince's magic touch.
As the time is running out, the teacher decided to enjoy the
continuation later.
"Princess, open your eyes. And take my hand and stand up."
Slowly she did in dreamy eyes as she was told.
"Shortly other girls will disturb us. Let's enjoy the rest later."
"When I give a clap once, you will wake up and remember nothing you
experienced. And you don't remember you were put under, but when I
call you, 'Princess,' you will be put under again and you will be all
mine."
She nodded in a trance.
"Hold the bar and Arabesque."
She raised her right hand and left leg backward elegantly for the
Arabesque pose.
At the sound of his clap, she came to herself and said "I wonder what
happened to me".
The teacher told her, as if nothing happened, "Nothing. You just seemed
be dreaming in a moment."
Izumi blushed and said, "Sorry, you've never seen the moment, OK? "
"Sure, seems my class starts shortly."
He returned the lighting to normal. After a several minutes, women in
black leotard began to gather at the lesson room and she joined the
course, not remembering the hypnotic trigger was planted deep in her mind.
( continued )