I'd been practicing gymnastics for a few years now, jumping from club to club and getting very good. It was my last year before moving away to university, part of me was relieved and the other sad. There weren't many clubs in my boring hometown and the commute was often too much for my parents.

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So when I made friends with an older woman in a chat room who claimed to be a very skilled teacher, I was naturally excited. We would often talk for a hours, sharing stories and advice. Sure she would say strange things sometimes, like comment on the shape of my legs or how it feels to wear such thin clothing in front of others.

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It wasn't long before she offered to teach me and even though part of me knew it was a bit risky I accepted. But of course I needed a 'uniform' first. It arrived in the post a few days later in a rather strange old box, covered in various markings and accompanied with an odd smell. She had said that it was very special, a leotard designed to aid flexibility. I had thought the bright pink colour was a bit strange but other than that it looked beautiful. It was very tight, hugging my supple body tightly. The only part that confused me was what went around my neck. A thick, pink collar that was attached to the leotard by long thin strands of spandex that ran down my back and over my chest.

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Thats when things got hazy, almost like I were in a dream. I remember opening my laptop and telling her everything and anything she wanted to know. I remember walking through fields and forests, my fingers buried between my thighs.

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I knock on the old door and a strange old woman answers. Her smile is devious, her eyes hungry as she licked her lips. She tells me to come into the run down old house, I recognise her voice immediately. She's my teacher and I'm here to learn how to be more flexible. I walk inside, my eyes glazed over and my thighs a wet mess.

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So my imagination was running wild and I thought of this strange little prompt. As always anyone can feel free to discuss new ideas with me and I'm totally open to the woman being a man. This is just a summary so feel free to start the story from any point in the prompt. The idea of being mind controlled by this person or the clothing really turns me on.

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I love to play myself because of course I love to imagine all these things happening to me. I have dyed purple hair, 5'6, 34C, green eyes, pale skin and I' skinny/athletic.

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My kinks include: Legs/Feet, stockings socks etc, getting dirty/messy, much older men/women, all kinds of bdsm, pet play, non con, bad endings, tentacles/monsters, body stockings, harnesses, mind control, stalking, corruption and many more

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My kinks include: Legs/Feet, stockings, socks etc, getting dirty/messy, much older men/women, all kinds of bdsm, pet play, non con, bad endings, body stockings, harnesses, mind control, stalking, corruption and many more.