French Can-Can

John had once remarked at a party that a girl in the corner had great legs and the guy he was speaking to replied that he had not noticed because he had only been thinking about her breasts. John was almost obsessional about legs and had a great collection of Nylon Stockings magazines on his shelf. His PC had many images of girls in stockings, down-loaded from Internet sites.

For those who enjoy pretty legs the ultimate display of such beauty is the dance known as the French Can-Can. The most famous music for this is the finale of Jacques Offenbach’s, operetta 'Orpheus in the Underworld.'

The dance has been known to be performed Sans-Culottes, that is without underwear, but it is generally felt to be much more sexy if danced with really frilly panties. The girls HAVE to wear stockings, of course, so they show some bare flesh at the top of their legs. Tights are not the done thing.

One day, when visiting Paris, John visited a particularly famous private club known for its Can-Can performances which took place every hour. He was introduced and signed in by a man he’d met in a bar a few nights before and who he later realised he knew very little about. He never saw the man again and later realise it was a set-up. Enjoying fine wine and food he had the time of his life and every hour as promised the curtain went up on the small stage and the stunning girls with long legs danced for ten minutes. Each performance had different costume and steps. As he hoped, the last show at 1 am was indeed danced Sans-Culottes.

He slept late at his hotel the next day and spent the day sight seeing. Then, enjoying a late lunch he found himself in a café next to three of the most beautiful women imaginable. They wore pretty summer dresses and big hats, brilliant red lipstick and, despite the warm weather, stockings with seams at the back, with very high stiletto heels.

"Ha! You were in the club last night" remarked one of the girls. John was amazed that anyone had recognised him but she continued.

"We dance the same routing every night for a season and we notice if anyone new is out there. It gives us something to think about"

He was still amazed that these beautiful women were talking to him and that they had seen him beyond the stage lights. Soon he was engaged in conversation with them and moved to their table where they drank wine for two hours. They were charming and flirted with him. He felt very sexy about them all and wondered if he might score with them.

Soon it was time for them to leave and return to the club to get ready and one suggested that he come along and look back stage. He was fascinated and agreed at once. They ushered him past the stage door where an old man with thick glasses and a moustache sat behind the doorman’s little window and did not even bother to look up from his paper as they passed.

As he was being shown the gorgeous silk dresses that the girls wore to dance he became aware that they were giggling and seemed to be in a conspiratorial mood. He wondered what they were suggesting when one said with some trepidation in her sexy French accent.

"You know.. sometimes we ‘ave let zee boy friends help us out in the dressing room. But you have to wear the ..er" She hesitated for a second " cover over your ..how you say? Little Willie in case you get any ideas."

He was dumb struck but the other girls supported the idea and one went off and returned with a male chastity belt. It was a sort of seashell made of stainless steel and just the right size and shape to go over a man’s genitalia. It was held on with leather straps.

"You wear this" another suggested "and we lock it at the back. You can undress and put it on in here." John was so elated at the idea of this that he undressed and put the belt on without delay. There was in inner tube to take the cock so it was held down and limited in size. When he called out that he had finished the girls returned and deftly slipped a padlock on the back thought the loops and then he was ready to be their servant.

You can imagine the excitement that John felt for the next hour! Inside the metal seashell his cock swelled as much as it could. The smell of stale sweat that hung around the dressing room made it even more sexy. The girls stripped and wafted around in negligees. They joked with him about his manhood and how he couldn’t use it and one by one he laced them into their corsets and helped them on with their skirts. He was rushed off his feet as he had to dress twelve of these most beautiful women with their gorgeous silk and satin dresses. While they made up in front of the mirrors with lights all the way round, a few gathered round him and flirted with him. One put her beautiful leg on a stool and let him stroke her thighs and flick the suspender elastic. They teased him and tickled him with their frilly skirts.

"You know you are like an Eunuch serving us like this" One said.

"That’s right" said another who was German. "You ‘ave all the sexy thoughts, but you can’t do zee business."

"Of course" Said a third who was English and spoke with a rather common accent. "If you waz a real Eunuch we’d keep you on as a slave"

They all giggled.

At last the captain of the troupe announced it was time to warm up. They lifted their skirts and one by one went into a room next door which was equipped with full length mirrors and ballet bars. The captain ushered John though and, suggested he stand along the back wall and watch.

"You can watch us warm up" She said very flirtatiously. Before he realised what was happening his wrists were strapped and other straps were being fastened to his ankles and around his waist. The straps were suddenly pulled as if by hidden motors and he found himself spread-eagled against the wall.

Before they were fully tightened the chastity belt was removed by a couple of girls. His balls hang between his open legs.

The girls began their stretching and warm up exercises to a tape of slow piano music. Then the captain changed the tape and they converged about him each standing with one pretty leg shown to the stocking top as they lifted their skirts. Before he had realised what was happening two girls had put a gag over his mouth with a bit that went between his teeth. This was strapped hard in place. By now his penis was erect and he was in heaven with the sight of all this feminine beauty.

"Now we dance for you" Said the captain and started the tape of 'Orpheus in the Underworld’. The girls began a high kicking spectacular Can-Can just for him. Bending over and throwing their skirts over their bottoms, spinning round, turning cartwheels, kicking in front, from side to side and making many shrieks of excitement they danced as Johns dick stood up proudly on end.

Then the first moved forward and did a solo directly in front of him, smiling, flirting and pouting as she danced. Finally when her turn was almost over she stepped forward and on the last kick brought her elegant high heel shoe up and kicked John in the balls. The girls watched as his face turned red and his eyes bulged and he strained against the straps. The girl showed John her bottom before she joined the line again and the next girl did a solo. Each in turn danced before him and each kicked him hard. Finally the captain danced and she jabbed her high heel into his genitalia.

By now his scrotum has swollen to twice its normal size due to internal bleeding. His face was as red as a beetroot and tears streamed down his cheeks. The girls smiled and switched their skirts then filed passed in turn doing a spin before jabbing their heels into him as the captain has done. They ran around the room and finally as the finale of the music came, they bent with their bottoms towards him, their legs slightly apart and their skirts held up high.

When the last note finished they stood still, clapped and gathered around him.

"Now you are zee real Eunuch"

"Now you can be our servant all the time"

They laughed and smiled as they teased him.

"Oh we must go! We have the first show!" they shouted in alarm and pranced out.

John remained there alone for what seemed an age shaking with shock and fear. He felt cold, was shivering with shock and was filled with panic. The pain from his ruined balls filled his whole body so that he was almost unconscious. Then two tall women dressed from neck to foot in skin tight black leather and wearing cat masks came in. One drew a long knife and in silence they cut everything off. Sealing the wound with a sort of diaper. He remained imprisoned for a month while it healed and them began his life as their dressing room slave, his obedience guaranteed at first by an electric shock belt that he wore. Finally the life became natural to him and he loved to serve them for he had nowhere else to go and after all they were all so beautiful.