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It is a story of a man who has devoted his life to the business of enslaving insolvent female debtors, and a young professional woman who struggles to avoid becoming his next victim. (MMF, nc, rp, bd, voy, mc) *** Author Note: This story features scenes of non- consensual sex. Persons who do not wish to read such scenes are advised to stop now. The author does not condone in real life the activities depicted in this fantasy. *** Chapter 13: Backstage at the Ballet One day I received an engraved invitation at our agency's office. It indicated that I was invited, as a "World Class Patron" of the National Ballet Company of Capitallia, to a special ballet event for patrons only. It was to be an "Un-Dress Rehearsal" of the company's upcoming performance of "La Fille Mal Gardee" (The Girl Who Is Not Well Guarded). Well of course I knew what a "dress rehearsal" was but I had never heard of an undress rehearsal, so I read on. It seemed that during this very special rehearsal, open to patrons, that all the dancers would dance naked. This was in part to condition the dancers to performing nude since the company was working on another ballet where they would actually perform naked before the general public. It was also intended as a special treat for patrons to show the company's appreciation for our financial support. It was an evening rehearsal. On the day of the event I arrived an hour early, as I wanted to go backstage and meet some of the dancers. At the stage door Zeke, the doorman, recognized me immediately. "Good evening, Mr. Steelforth!" he exclaimed as he waived me past the stage door checkpoint. "If you came to see the dancers I can tell you most of them are up in the second floor rehearsal room doing their warm- ups." As I entered I heard the cacophony of excited voices and other sounds one can always hear backstage at any theater before a performance. I also smelled the familiar aroma of greasepaint from the nearby makeup room where some of the dancers were getting their faces done. I wondered if they would apply some sort of greasepaint to their whole bodies since they would be performing nude. I passed the open rear door to the stage and saw briefly that scenery was being moved into position and a couple of technicians were checking out the focus on lighting instruments. I could see the full depth of the stage from the rear and beyond that into the lighted empty auditorium, as neither the Act Curtain nor the fire curtain was down as yet. I headed up the stairs to the second floor rehearsal room. Most of the dancers were here as Zeke had said. They were not naked but attired in the leotards and tights they would normally wear for classes and rehearsals. The room was setup like dance studios everywhere - mirrored walls and the inevitable barre running most of the way around the room. The barre resembled a handrail attached to the mirrored walls and was set at a height that dancers could use it as both a hand rest and a leg rest in their warm up exercises. As I moved about the room dancers would greet me warmly. "Mr. Steelforth" they would say "we are so glad you could make it to this special performance! We appreciate so much your generous support for our company!" Many of these dancers knew me well from earlier visits I had made to their rehearsals. Those who had not met me personally before had evidently been briefed about my support for the company. They all regarded me as their sugar daddy. I looked for Vivian Morentzy - the accomplished young lead dancer slave I had rescued from degrading pole dance work in a bar six months earlier. She was nowhere to be seen. Since she would be playing the lead in today's rehearsal I assumed she had a private dressing room and was preparing there. I did see one naked dancer at the other end of the room and recognized her right away as Jennifer Marston, the slave I had seen unconsciously masturbating at the SlendaBond training facility in the cylinder room. I walked right up to her, introduced myself and began fondling her breasts and nipples. Jennifer seemed to regard it as purely routine that I should do this. She was well trained. The Artistic Director of the company had told me that I might do this with any of the enslaved dancers. I stood and watched Jennifer and the others go through their warm up routines. They were so elegant as they assumed all the classical ballet positions. Although Jennifer was otherwise naked, she did have on her toe shoes and leg warmers and was standing in fourth position 'en pointe'. As she raised first one leg and then the other to the barre, I could not help myself from caressing her long slender legs and buttocks. I asked her if this was her full time job now. She replied that this was her second job and that her day job was at Masterson Automotive as a psychological consultant. "Oh, then perhaps you know Stephanie Glenn?" I asked. "Yes indeed. Steph and I work on the same project team at Masterson and she also works here at the theater evenings. The lighting designer needed an all around assistant and gopher so he arranged with Masterson for her to work here evenings. You can probably find her somewhere backstage now if you wanted to talk to her." I decided to check out what was going on down on the stage and perhaps look for Stephanie. I had only a short while before the performance. As I was coming back down the stairs from the second floor rehearsal room I ran into the choreographer of today's performance. He seemed to know who I was and introduced himself as Leonard Morrison. We shook hands. "I have been quite curious, Mr. Morrison, about one thing. What is it like to work with enslaved dancers? How is that different than working with your free dancers?" "There are a number of interesting differences" he replied. "For one thing we can keep an enslaved dancer in a state of sexual tension most of the time. We find this most advantageous when dealing with the female dancers. The sexual tension seems to add an extra dimension to their performances. Then too, we can also use sexual relief as a kind of reward for a job well done. With our male dancers we find it advantageous to almost always give them sexual relief just before a performance." "What about corporal punishment?" I asked. "We can do that too within certain limits prescribed by law. Generally if I am very disappointed in a dancer and feel he or she is not performing up to the level I require I can use the quirt I carry at all times to administer a sharp reprimand to the naked buttocks of an enslaved dancer. Naturally we cannot do this with our free dancers." "Another thing would be the freedom I have to position a slave dancer the way I want her to stand. I can put my hands on any part of her body to guide her into the exact position I seek. With the free dancers I have to spend a lot of time talking them into the position I want." "Thank you Mr. Morrison. I know you have much on your mind and won't take up any more of your time." As I entered the door to the back of the stage a red light was blinking and a technician shouted a heads up warning. I heard the purr of electric motors and looked above me. I could see that the huge wrap around cyclorama, or 'cyc' as it was known, was being gradually lowered from way above stage level down to ground level position. This would form the sky backdrop for most scenes. As soon as it touched the stage floor I made my way around the far end of it toward stage right. From here I could see that the fire curtain was down and could hear a murmur of audience voices on the other side. Evidently they had opened the house while I had been upstairs. It was apparent that a rather elaborate set had also been rolled into position. Just then I saw a strange sight. All of the hundreds of lighting instruments overhead were being tested in some pattern or sequence. Sharply defined beams of light punched through the darkness to illuminate every point on the stage from every possible overhead position or angle. Even as I watched I could see that many of these instruments were being re-directed or refocused or having their tints changed - all by some form of remote control. I looked around and could not see anyone doing this. Things had certainly changed since I took a technical theater course in college. Back in the day lighting instruments were bulky and hot and adjusting them meant someone having to climb a tall ladder. I asked the technician about this and also where I might find Stephanie Glenn. He said that Frank Matters, the lighting designer was doing all this pre- rehearsal checkout of the lights from his studio office and that Stephanie, his assistant, was with him. He pointed me toward a door in one rear corner of the stage. I found myself in an office with an elaborate miniature mockup of the real set and hundreds of extremely tiny lighting instruments that seemed to echo all the real lighting instruments out on the stage. There was Frank Matters at his desk at a lighting control console and a very naked Stephanie next to him taking notes. One of his hands was resting affectionately on her naked thigh. "Ah, Mr. Steelforth!" He spun around in his chair when he heard me enter. Stephanie looked startled and amazed to see me here of all places. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you. We have heard so much about your generous contributions that have kept this company afloat. If there is anything we can do to make your visit more pleasurable, just name it!" "Actually I had been wanting to say hello to Stephanie since I had a little time before curtain and she and I go back a ways, don't we Miss Glenn?" "Yes, Mr. Steelforth, we certainly do!" she said. I could see her face starting to flush and noted increased muscular tension in her neck and shoulders. "I understand you are Frank's assistant now, Stephanie. How did that come about? I thought accounting was your field?" "Jennifer Marsden and I work together" Stephanie replied. "We work days over at Masterson Automotive. One night she persuaded me to come watch one of her evening rehearsals and my master agreed. Mr. Matters had been looking for a lighting operator and gopher and decided he would like to have me. So he called Masterson and they agreed to send me over here every evening to assist him in any way that he might desire." "So what do you do here exactly?" I asked. "Stephanie is my lighting operator." Frank quickly interjected. "She sits at a control console on an elevated open platform just inside the back wall of the auditorium. From there she can see everything." "Does she work naked in full view of the audience?" "No. I decided that might be too distracting. So I usually issue her a cutoff t-shirt and a pair of short shorts when she is working in the auditorium. When she is back here with me I like to keep her naked." "Frank, I had a little exposure to lighting when I was in college. Just enough to be dangerous. We learned about lighting for plays. Would you say that lighting for dance is different?" "Very much so," he replied. "With dance performances we are concerned with what we call 'plasticity'. That means we must use light to bring out the three dimensional qualities of each dancer's body, so that the audience can experience each dancer as a kind of living sculpture. Now that we are starting to have naked performances we have even more of a challenge. The patrons now want to see every detail clearly, the line of a leg, the voluptuousness of a bared buttock or breast, the form of muscles, tendons, bone structures. They even want to see clearly the details of each dancer's genitalia. With the technology we have today we can use computer software to insure that lighting accents move around to follow the dancers, and that the most interesting parts are always accented, no matter what position or pose the dancer strikes." "Amazing. I had no idea." I said. "There is another thing a lighting designer has to worry about now that we have naked dancers. Theaters tend to be drafty. It is now part of my job to see that infrared lighting on stage warms each dancer to the desired degree, but none of them so much as to cause unnecessary sweating." "I certainly am looking forward to this evening's performance." "Stephanie and I have just finished our pre-rehearsal run-through of all the cues." Matters said. "I have to go upstairs and speak with the choreographer, so you two can have a few minutes privacy if you like." So saying he was out the door. "How are you doing, Stephanie?" "I am finding slavery hard, sir!" I saw a tear start to form in the corner of one of her eyes. I was sure she had mixed feelings about me. On the one hand I had been instrumental in getting her enslaved. On the other hand I had also been kind to her in taking care that all her personal possessions were kept safely and not auctioned off. "It was never meant to be a vacation" I replied. "It is society's way of making sure you pay off your debts and your creditors are justly compensated." "But what if a person is unjustly enslaved - for debts they did not even owe?" "Are you saying that was your situation, Stephanie? Why should I believe you, girl? And why are you making an appeal such as this to the very man who did the most to enslave you?" "Because you are a fair man. Everyone says so. And you could satisfy yourself as to the facts because you have all my receipts and business records in your possession." Stephanie was down on her knees before me now, with a pleading look in her eyes. "That is true. I do have all those records. But if all the debts mentioned in court were not really yours why didn't your defense lawyer challenge them?" "I don't know, Mr. Steelforth. He is a public defender and maybe he just had too many cases to devote that much time to my case. Besides that he had no way of knowing what I know now - that my old boss, Tom Jenkins, wanted to fuck me so bad that he contrived a case against me, even falsifying documents, until he gained complete control of me!" "Has he actually fucked you?" "If you m-must k-know, yes!" Her face was red now. "Under normal circumstances I would say he had every right to fuck you if you are his slave. But if he set about bringing a false enslavement case against you for the sole purpose of fucking you later, he may have committed a felony!" "And if it was a felony" Stephanie continued "then surely there must be some way it can be undone! There must be some way I could be set free!" "You should contact your lawyer to see if that is possible." "But as a slave I don't even have the right to call him or write to him. Will you help me Mr. Steelforth? Will you check my business records that you have in your possession and then talk to my defense attorney, Mr. Green?" She was still on her knees looking up at me with pleading eyes. I felt something for her but was reluctant to let her see that she had made any progress with me. "I can't promise you anything Stephanie. But it is possible I will look into it if I have the time." I gave her a gentle pat on the head as one might pat a child and bade her rise. At this point I realized there were but twenty minutes to curtain and I wanted to look in on Vivienne, one of the two principal dancers in this evening's performance. I said good-bye to a tearful Stephanie and made my way to the dressing room corridor. When I found Vivienne's dressing room I knocked and was admitted. She was naked but for her pointe shoes and putting on all over body makeup to look her best under stage lights. She greeted me warmly, no doubt because of the role I had played in getting her back with the ballet company after her enslavement. "Mr. Steelforth, I am so pleased to see you! You saved my career when you interceded for me with my owner! Is there anything, anything at all, that I can do to show my gratitude?" "Well I know you are very busy now getting ready for the show. I expect that your performance tonight will excite me sexually, so I will ask that you remain in your dressing room after the performance until I come for you. I will want to discharge my excitement in your person!" I said with a wry smile. "Certainly, Mr. Steelforth. I will wait for you!" "That is all I wanted to say just now. I know you have much to do and I need to find my seat in the house." So saying, I bid good-bye and left her. As I entered the auditorium from the front of house I saw the raised platform Frank had described to me. Stephanie, in the scanty attire Frank permitted her, had taken up her position there behind the lighting control console. She was clearly on view to all audience members as they filed in. This must have been very embarrassing for her the first time they made her work like this but I sensed she had gotten acclimated to it. I took my seat in the third row center on the main floor. A more distant seat, or even a first row balcony seat would have given me a better view of the big picture and a sense of the depth of the staging. But I liked this close seating location because I liked to study the details of dancer's bodies at close range. For me this was, in no small part, a sexual thing. Particularly when I knew I could look forward to fucking the principal ballerina after the performance. Vivienne was well trained in the classical dance since she was 8 years old, but reduced to pole dancing after her enslavement. At her request I had interceded with her owner and persuaded him that she should be restored to the art form for which she had so long trained. Vivienne would be playing the lead role of Lise in this production. As I read the program notes I learned that the title "La Fille Mal Garde" means "the girl who is not well guarded". ** It is the story of a 16-year-old girl with very protective parents and a male suitor who is very resourceful in overcoming obstacles. The ballet, written originally by Jean Dauberval, dates from the time of the French Revolution, having been first performed in 1789 in Bordeaux. It is considered to be one of the happiest and sunniest of ballets. It is romantic yet realistic, both touching and amusing. As the house lights dimmed, and the jumble of voices in the auditorium became hushed, I thought of the pleasure I would have penetrating the principal ballerina right after the show. Her exquisite grace and beauty would be all mine to enjoy. My penis began to harden at the thought. The curtain went up on an elaborate set. It was wonderful to see a whole stage full of naked dancers moving to classical music. For me this wasn't just about looking at cunts, though there certainly were some magnificent cuntscapes to be enjoyed each time a female dancer would lift one leg high or do a pirouette. I enjoyed this to be sure but there were other delights as well. What I enjoyed fully as much was just the unbroken lines of all these slender bodies, the long elegant legs with definition of bone and muscle not obscured by tights and firm well-muscled buttocks that could be examined with no intervening leotards to dampen one's pleasure. Then too there were all the lovely breasts on display with, in many cases, erect nipples. I had wondered before the show started what it would be like for all the naked male dancers. I had visions of each male dancer looking ridiculous with his penis flopping all about every time he moved. Surprisingly this did not happen. I had to infer that something had been done to "stabilize" each penis so that it moved very little. Whatever had been done in no way interfered with the ability of audience members to clearly see what at least some of them would want to see in detail. I would have to ask Vivienne about this after the show. Ballerinas taping their breasts had long solved the problem of distracting movement, for female dancers. Since that wouldn't work with nudity, using only dancers with relatively small breasts now solved the problem. One of the highlights of the production was the Grand pas de deux where Lise dances with her suitor. This production was probably unique in its use of a naked couple to perform this playful and flirtatious dance. The choreographer had gone even further than that by having the male dancer erect through this dance, and the female with her breasts flushed and nipples erect. I had seen other productions of this ballet but Vivienne as Lise exhibited the swift intricate footwork as exquisitely as I have ever seen it - such neat pointes, such beautifully phrased sequences, such light jumps. I thought I had died and gone to heaven to think I would soon be fucking this exquisite creature. Vivienne, after all, was an enslaved dancer, and I had full permission from her owner to enjoy her to the fullest. At the conclusion there were many curtain calls and shouts of "Bravo" and "Brava!" The audience was on its feet. Eventually the calls were over and the house lights were coming up. I made my way backstage by way of the "green room". I had to pass security to get backstage but I was well known and there was no problem. I let myself into Vivienne's dressing room with the master key I had been provided. She was still quite naked from her performance, still had on her stage makeup and her pointe shoes, and was somewhat breathless from her exertions and the excitement of the curtain calls. Fortunately star dressing rooms each came with a cot. I locked the door and wordlessly pulled her down on that cot, and soon was inside her. She wrapped those long slender legs around mine and bucked with all the energy and grace of a ballerina and seemed to be trying to draw my penis in. Soon I exploded in my delight of what had been my best evening in recent memory. ** Readers not familiar with ballet or this particular ballet may find short video excerpts of this ballet on YouTube. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Note: If you are enjoying this story author would appreciate feedback to dondaverse (at) yahoo (dot) com. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 60