Hello folks. I don't know how many of you are familiar with the ballet, but if you have seen ballet or trained in it you will be familiar with the ballet smile. It looks like this:
Not the most genuine of smiles, but that is probably to do with the pain involved, not least to the feet! Trust me, I know. As an ex ballet dancer I was able to utilise this talent recently whilst visiting HH. We went out for dinner on the Sunday evening and he requested I wear a skirt, which I did. In the car HH suddenly pulls over and has me raise the skirt. Unsure of his plans but not willing to brave it out on disobedience I did as I was told. Too late I realised his intentions. He showed me a sizeable clump of stinging nettle leaves, which he placed in my underwear. I cried out in shock as they did their 'magic' and tried not to sit on them, but failed. By the time we had pulled up outside the restaurant my most sensitive regions were afire with the stings and my face was showing much discomfort. I could not let the restaurant staff see me in such discomfort, especially as HH seemed to be enjoying it so much so I adopted the ballet smile in order to try and front it out. I was not only in pain but really quite embarrassed at having to sit in a rather nice restaurant with nettles in my panties.
Smiling, HH offered me a relief, well what seemed like a relief at first. He said I could take off my panties, which I assumed would mean a trip to the bathroom. He did not share that view and if I wanted to remove them then I was going to have to do that at the table. Given my choice of skirt (very tight) and the constant passage of the waiting staff past our table, this was not going to be easy. Once more employing my ballet smile I slowly eased up the skirt, covering the shreds of my dignity with a napkin and eased down the panties. This took a while but I got there. Pleased with my achievement I held them in my hand under the table, expecting HH to take them there and then. He did not. He wanted me to pass them to him. My cheeks now competing for colour with our red wine, HH took the panties from me and placed them on the table, leaving them there whilst the staff waited on us. I was so mortified inside but once more clung onto the ballet smile. Pleased with my discomfort HH finally put them away, which I was more than thankful for!
I never knew how much the ballet smile would be of use! Amazing what life skills you learn and how you end up employing them in future life isn't it!