It must be the season for all things theatrical because more than a few ballet references have been noted in the winter Wonderland of late.
Firstly my sweetest sissy confessed to taking ballet lessons. This I had to see. I watched in amazement as she twirled and pirouetted her way around my dungeon, nimbly dodging the spanking bench and finishing perfectly en pointe by a large dog bowl. I was really quite impressed, even more so once my bathroom floor had been scrubbed clean too. Dance and domestic servitude are a very pleasing combination indeed.
Secondly myself and Miss Myers donned our everyday ballet flats for a trampling and foot worship session a few weeks ago. The slave in question had been ‘admiring’ this specific item of footwear for some time and needed teaching his place – firmly beneath them. It’s always interesting when a fashion trend works and worms its way into the public consciousness and ends up fetishised as an object of desire. First there was a flurry of requests for Uggs, then Hunter wellingtons and now the humble ballet slipper. What next riding boots ; )?
And last but certainly not least I gave my own dazzling display of the Nutcracker with slave J yesterday. I didn’t quite achieve a standing ovation but as he lay on the floor groaning I felt more than satisfied with my performance. It’s safe to say his sugar plums were fairy dust!