Alba - The Shiny Ballerina (1 of 3) (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality or other stories, is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

Part 1

Practice, always more practice. First position, second, third, fourth, fifth and start over again. This way and that way, again and again, so that it turns out, not only perfect, but also elegant and seemingly natural. Every gesture, every step, in every turn, and above all in every pose, especially in the finals, always superb. Alba applied this to everything in her life. She rehearsed everything over and over again, with painful patience, both in her life and, or rather, especially in ballet.

Since she was a little girl, she had loved ballet. It had all started when her grandmother gave her a little music box with a shiny porcelain figurine, inspired by the witch Odile from "Swan Lake". In her time she had been a famous ballerina who had performed countless times in the Nutcracker, and her crowning performance, when she played Odette, brought new and unsurpassed fame to the Swan Lake Ballet.

Now, at the age of 22, Alba's whole life revolved around ballet and herself. She bragged about her skills on social media, posted countless videos and images of herself practicing. Showing her together with directors, with patrons of the art of dance. Her love affairs were noticeable as much for their age or sex difference as anything. But always with the same pattern, everything had to revolve around her and ballet.

Sure enough, Alba was practicing in her private studio again tonight, somewhat more aggressive and impatient than usual. Being 22 she knew that, if she did not soon achieve greater perfection than her grandmother, human nature would snatch away that great moment of glory she wanted to achieve by performing Odile at the next ballet session. She feverishly wished to be at least on a par with her grandmother performing Odette's Nemesis.

Suddenly she heard the doorbell ring and she ran to the microphone of the door opening system. She had been waiting all day for the doorbell to ring, as she longed for her new suit from 'Your Sin'. Although she had almost given up hope that it would be delivered today, because it was almost time for her to go home to get some rest.

"Hello?" she said, listening more to the strong beating of her heart than to her own voice.

"Miss... Kiner?" said a young voice over the microphone. "I'm from 'YOUR SIN' ".

An electric sound rang from the door lock and before the young courier knew it, he had already delivered the package and the beautiful young woman, with a slender body dressed in a black leotard under off-white ballet clothing and gray tights, had dismissed him. Shaking his head he went on his way. "Why do 'YOUR SIN' customers always act so strange?" was on his mind.

At the same time, Alba was already admiring the first piece of her new outfit. It was a transparent catsuit, seamless, nude-colored, with only a tiny opening just at the nape of the neck. Attached to the hood was a wig, made of latex, simulating black hair, combed in a classic ballet updo. Inside the mask, made from the same material as the suit, there was a hidden gag for the mouth. She did not want to be able to speak with the costume on, not even to ask for help to take the costume off. But what Alba liked the most, though, was the sheen that the surface of the suit produced.

At the bottom of the hip, right between the legs, she could see the two sheaths, either for having sex or inserting two toys deep inside her. Alba was looking forward to whatever fun these options would provide. Not that she did not have something naughty on her mind.

Then she suddenly remembered the pair of ballet slippers she had sent to the creator of the suit and looked for them in the box. When she saw them she was speechless, they were brand new. They were now completely made of black latex. She was eager to test whether the magic with which Beky must have imbued those slippers would really make her constantly stand tiptoe.

In addition, there was also a black latex leotard that she had ordered two sizes smaller than she normally wore. There was also a jar of rubbery gel to fill the tips of the pointershoes and several bottles of an aphrodisiac lubricant. A customary black tutu completed to outfit.

Alba glanced at the retro clock on the wall, it was almost eleven o'clock at night... A time when she usually had already left. It was likely that the janitor, in a short time and without checking the studio, would close the building for the weekend and lock himself in his dingy basement apartment... to watch the recordings he secretly made from all the studios.

And not until Monday morning would he make his routine round of all the studios to check that everything was in order. As the building would normally be unoccupied on the weekend.

to be continued...