Before I began my career as a professionally dominant woman, I loved ballerinas. I loved the pointe shoes that made them walk like mermaids turned human and I loved the soft, leather slippers that hugged their delicate, yet strong feet. I loved their perfect buns balanced atop their heads and their long, graceful necks. But most of all, I loved their, tight leotards and gleaming tights. And the sight of a danseur in
I also liked to wear tights myself and the shinier the better. I always found excuses to wear leotards, though I wasn't a dancer. (I took ballet as a little girl, but by the time I was nine or ten, it was clear that my hips were too curvaceous and while my arms were very flexible, my legs were not. I was still content to pretend to have a cramp and sit on the side watching the other girls, though!)
As a professional dominant, I began meeting men--dominant and submissive--who shared my appreciation for all things shiny and form-fitting. The above picture was taken during a session when I was perhaps twenty-one or twenty-two. By that time I had begun branching out into aerobic wear, zentai suits, and spandex cat suits. Currently my collection of dance and fitness wear has grown to the point that it can no longer be contained by a single drawer!
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