Forced in to becoming a ballet dancer

I have always been fascinated by what it would have been like to have been placed in to a ballet class by a strict nurturing mother. To be encouraged to practice and learn the beautiful art of ballet! I look back and try to emulate that look and what it would have been like. I like keeping myself in great condition and when my lovely tells me to put on dance wear it sends me back to what could have been. I get excited by the fantasy of the whole scenario but I don’t sexualize it. I think it would have been exciting to have been in this disciplined environment surrounded by like minded individuals all wearing tights slippers and other dance wear without being judged.

My lovely has informed me that she has booked a photo session for me to model my dance wear! I am nervous and excited as I have never done this before. She has put together several class room combinations of leotards, tights and slippers of black white and grey.

I recall many years ago having a online long conversation with a man who had lived your fantasy. His mother had been a dancer in her youth and insisted on ballet lessons for her son. I recall the dance teacher was elderly and strict and would tap his bottom with a long handled wooden spoon if he did not give practice his full effort. He said it was not very painful but was embarrassing as it delighted the girls in the class (he was the only boy). Even as a teen he was not allowed to wear a dance support as it was thought unnecessary so he was aware the outline of his small private parts were on view through the tights. He sent me photos and he was quite a sight. There were other stories but being in the charge of his mother and the dance teacher was a formative and powerful experience.