by Sophia Riley
Dominated Yoga Teacher
Bound and Humiliated
By Sophia Riley
Copyright © 2019 by Sophia Riley
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This book is intended for adults only.
All characters are fully consenting adults.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter One
Working as a yoga instructor has probably been the most fulfilling experience of my life, it may sound strange but helping people get into shape and live a healthier, happier life is something that I love doing. Sure there are downsides, the later work hours are a little annoying and the pay isn’t amazing but overall it’s a good job. Though I’d say my biggest issue with it is the catcalling, it seems everyday now I get a new guy shouting out “nice tits” or “great ass” during a session. The first few times it was kinda funny and maybe a little bit flattering but now it’s been happening on an almost daily basis and it’s getting to be too much, it’s as if men are flocking to my training sessions just to ogle me and shout out vulgar “compliments”.
Today I had a fairly good session, everyone was participating and really trying their best and it showed, but then after it was over a man that I didn’t recognize approached me.
“Great session today.” He said.
“Thanks, I thought so too.”
“So, how long have you been doing this?”
I started counting back in my head. “About a year now… I think.”
“Well you sure are good at it, you’ve certainly helped me.”
I examined his well-built body. “I don’t think you need any help...”
As soon as I finished speaking I realized how my words might sound. “No I didn’t mean like---”
“I know what you meant.” He said with a wink.
I started blushing uncontrollably and decided to leave the situation before I made things any worse.
“I’m sorry I have to… err… go.” I said before rushing for the door.
Once I’d got to the showers I just starting taking off my shoes when I heard someone shouting me. I turned to see the man from before rushing into the changing rooms with my bag in his hand.
“Hey Ma’am, you forgot this...” He said between breaths.
I looked down at the ground. “Thank you I… I…”
As I looked up I realized that he’d already left.
Quickly, I undressed and jumped into the shower whilst trying not to think about how foolish I must have looked. As I covered my body in shower gel I noticed that my nipples were hard, I gave them a light brush to confirm then abruptly pulled my hand away as I felt my pleasure mounting. “This can’t be right...” I thought before sliding a hand down to my crotch, I slide one finger inside and was instantly met with wetness.
I had another class in an hour and there was no way that I could teach it if I was horny but what could I do about. I pretended not to know the solution until I found several of my fingers sliding inside of me. I let out a deep sigh then resigned myself to my fate, I didn’t want to masturbate at work but what choice did I have?
Slowly I began thrusting two of my fingers in and out of my pussy, before long I could feel the pressure in my legs building which caused me to start letting out several not so subtle moans. Every time my fingers penetrated I let out a moan and every time it got slightly louder. Suddenly I let out a loud scream as my legs began trembling, I fell to my knees as the pleasure became overwhelming. I then threw my spare hand into my mouth to stop my moans from being heard outside.
I continued pushing my soaking-wet fingers inside of myself and tried to pretend like I wasn’t a nymphomaniac until I couldn't deny it any more and I began screaming into my fist.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” I screamed.
I leant forward to force my fingers just a little deeper then all of a sudden I froze as I felt a climax come over me. It ran through my whole body and I felt like I couldn’t even move as it overwhelmed my senses. Then it passed and I lied on the shower floor as my mind wandered to obscene thoughts. As I realized what I was thinking abut I snapped out of it and finished cleaning myself up before getting out and drying myself off.
Once I was dry I looked through my bag to find my panties but they were no where to be seen, I spent five minutes searching and still couldn’t find them, so I shamefully went back to my old clothes and examined my old panties. Unfortunately there was just no way that I could wear them, they were covered in sweat from my last session, not to meant the juices that had leaked out of my pussy. So, with no other choice, I decided to go without underwear...
Chapter Two
As I set up the next session I couldn’t help but feel exposed, my yoga pants weren’t that discreet under normal circumstances but without any panties on they were even worse. They were so tight that you could see a perfect outline of my ass in them and with no underwear at the front, you could clearly make out my pubic hair. I knew I couldn’t cancel a class at such short notice so I struggled on and just hoped there wouldn’t be any men attending.
Just before the class began I gave myself one final look in the mirror and was horrified to see that my pants were so tight that they’d formed around my labia, giving anyone that looked a perfect depiction of my pussy. I quickly tried to fix the malfunction, just as the class walked in.
Once everyone was on their mat I scrambled to begin. “Alright class so… er... as you all know I’m Lisa and today I’m going to be teaching you some beginner yoga poses.”
I subtlety wiped the sweat from my face. “We’re going to begin with a… er... cow pose. I’m sure you all know what this one is but I’ll demonstrate it just in case.”
I knelt down onto my mat. “So you simply want to sit on your hands and knees, and arch your back ever so slightly while leaning forward.”
I looked at the class and saw they there were all copying me just as instructed, with the exception of one person at the back. As I stared I realized that it was the man from earlier. I was just about to call him out for not participating when I noticed something in his hand, my underwear. He hung it from his finger then began spinning it around. I winced as I witnessed my panties being displayed just feet away from the rest of my class. I wanted to plead with him to put them away but with everyone watching me I could do nothing but stare.
Finally he put them back into his pocket and I breathed a sigh of relief before returning to teach the class. However my respite did not last long as the man took my panties out again, this time though he didn’t display them to me, instead he slide then down into his pants, where he began rubbing them against his penis. I looked on in disgust as he used my underwear to masturbate with. Eventually I decided that I’d had enough and called an end to the class.
“Sorry everyone but we’re going to have to cut this lesson short.”
There was a collective sigh from the crowd.
“I’m really sorry but there’s an emergency that I have to deal with, you’ll all get 50% off next week though.”
Gradually the grumble
s died down and the group left, all except for the man at the back. I marched over to him with a stern look on my face.
“Give me my underwear you pervert!”
“Okay...” He said before my pulling my panties out of his pants and throwing them at me.
I grabbed them briefly before remembering where they’d been and throwing them on the floor.
The man laughed. “I thought you wanted them...”
“You’re disgusting.” I said before picking up my phone. “I’m calling the manager.”
“I wouldn’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because of that.” He said whilst pointing at my crotch.
I looked down to see that my pants had a very visible damp patch.
“Are you horny?” The man taunted.
“No I---”
I froze as he dug two of his fingers into my groin.
“You like this don’t you?”
“Of course I don---”
He pushed his fingers further into me and I let out a gasp.
“Just admit that you want it.”
“No.”
He removed his hand. “Fine.”
As he began walking away I felt a pressure building in me again, I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by.
“Wait.” I shouted.
He paused and waited for me to speak.
“I… I do want it.”
“Was that so hard?” He asked before walking back over to me. “Now take those pants off.”
“I don’t know if that’s a---”
“Now!” He shouted.
His commanding tone shocked me into obedience as I found myself pulling down my pants.
“That’s a nice ass.” He said before smacking it.
I tried to hold my ground as he delivered several more slaps to my ass, each time he waited for my butt-cheeks to stop jiggling before striking them again. Suddenly he moved closer to me, so close that I could feel his breath on my neck, then he started rubbing his crotch against my back. As I felt my pussy ache I reached out to grab him but my hand was slapped away.
“Calm down you slut.”
He continued to rub himself against me while his hand slide over my shoulder before stopping at the top of my breasts. He only paused here for a moment before pushing his hand underneath my sports bra and grasping my sizeable breasts. I let out a quiet moan as he began pinching my nipple and then the anticipation became too much and I decided to take control.
“Fuck me already.” I said as I moved my hand to his chest. I slowly ran my hand down his muscular abs and almost reached his cock but was pulled away before I could.
“Please.”
He smiled. “Bend over.”
I compliantly fell onto my hands and knees, then leaned forward to give him the best view of my ass. He gave me another smack on my backside before kneeling down to my level. Then he pulled down his pants and revealed his gigantic cock to me. I tried not to stare as he began rubbing it against my bare ass.
“You want it don’t you?”
“Yes...” I whimpered.
He began brushing his member against my pussy then playfully thrusted it in-between my lips,.
“Put it in.” I pleaded.
He complied and slide the head of his cock inside of me. Then before I could even react he began pounding my pussy. He gave me no mercy as he relentlessly shoved his cock into me.
“Oh fuck.” I cried
He paid no attention and continued slamming into me. Then he grabbed a hold of my ponytail and pulled it back, my head was forced upwards as his powerful grip controlled me. His thrusts started becoming slower but more more forceful as each one knocked me forward slightly.
He didn’t even seem to acknowledge my head, which he was pulling back at an incredibly unnatural angle, instead his focus was on my ass which he was staring at in wonder. He seemed absorbed by the jiggle of my butt. Eventually his fascination grew and he began groping my ass. He took a large handful of my butt-cheek and forcefully squeezed it, I let out a moan of both pain and pleasure as he used my ass as a stress-ball.
Then he began thrusting faster again, suddenly I felt my legs go weak and I knew what was coming. I tried to control myself but I just couldn’t help but scream as I climaxed from the brutal fucking that I was receiving.
“Oh yes, oh fuck, oh yes.” I cried.
The man seemed to enjoy my lustful moaning and started pulling my hair even further back, but for some reason I didn’t seem to mind, in fact it felt right to be treated so harshly. Having my hair pulled and my ass groped while my pussy was being brutally pounded felt amazing, it was how I deserved to be treated.
As my orgasm began to fade and my thoughts started to become less obscene I realized just how roughly I was being treated, the pain from my pulled hair started to return to me as my pussy got ruthlessly fucked. I still didn’t want it to stop for some reason though and remained happy through the ordeal.
After just a few seconds I felt the man’s grip on my hair subside as he pushed his enormous cock deep into me. I felt it twitch inside of me and I knew what was about to happen, I panicked at the thought of getting pregnant but then my mind was flooded with the desire to take his seed. For some reason I didn’t even care about the consequences, I wanted his cum inside of me.
“Cum in my pussy.” I begged.
He obliged my request and pumped his semen deep into my womb, it shot deep into me and I felt nothing but joy. It just felt so right to be fucked and bred.
Chapter Three
After we’d cleaned up, the unnamed man handed me his business card and then left. The card said his name was ‘Peter M Dove’ and that he was a business consultant. It seemed suspicious to me that he had such a generic job title but I saw no reason for him to hand me a fake business card so I assumed it was authentic and put his number in my phone.
***
The next day was long and boring and all I could think about was the day before, I kept running through the events in my mind and I couldn’t help but smile as I recollected them. There was something about the way the man used me that was just so perfect, I knew I had to experience it again but I was terrified about the implications of doing so. I wasn’t scared about the regular things, like ‘what if he’s an asshole?’ or ‘what if we have nothing in common?’. No, my fears were a lot worse than that. I was worried that I would become addicted to him, to his treatment of me, to his dominance, to his seed.
It didn’t matter how scared I was though, nothing was going to stop me from contacting him, nothing was going to stop me from fucking him again. So at ten p.m I pulled out my phone and sent him a text saying:
“Hey, it’s Lisa (The yoga teacher) from yesterday, I was wondering if I could see you again.”
I expected an immediate response since that’s what I got on most dating apps but I didn’t get one, I kept checking my phone every five minutes for the entire night but I got nothing. Then, just as I was about to go to bed, I got a message, it said:
“You should come over.”
Followed by his address. I rolled my eyes at first and continued getting ready for bed, but then the thought started to linger in my mind. Going over to a strange guy’s house at midnight just because he told me to sounded absurd but I just couldn’t help myself. Within minutes I’d dressed myself and was walking out the door and over to his place.
He lived only five minutes away in a large apartment complex. After taking the elevator up to his floor I hesitated to knock, suddenly the craziness of what I was about to do dawned on me, I had work tomorrow morning, I should’ve been at home, asleep, not at the some guy’s apartment. Despite my reservations I nervously knocked and a moment later he came to the door.
“I knew you’d come.” He said with a smile.
“No you didn’t.” I responded as I walked in.
After closing the door he gave me a firm slap on the ass then walked to the kitchen.
“Red or white wine?” He
shouted.
“Either.”
Once I’d sat down, I started looking around his living room, it was black and grey and seemed very minimalist, which was odd considering the size of the place, just the one room I was sat in was the size of my entire apartment. As I was looking around in wonderment he walked in with two glasses of red wine in his hand. He carefully place them down on the table then sat next to me.
“I like your art...” I fumbled to say.
“Thanks, I like your dress.” He brushed his hand against the fabric of my sleeve. “Now take it off.”
“I… err… what?”
“You heard me. Throw it on the floor, you won’t be needing it any more.”
His request seemed insane to me but for some reason I didn’t even question what he was saying and quickly slipped out of my dress. As soon as it was off I started to feel vulnerable, I was sitting in just my underwear while he was fully clothed and I felt so completely powerless.
“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” I asked.
“No.”
His bluntness reminded me again of the power that he was somehow exerting over me, I didn’t even dare to look him in the eye as he spoke because he voice scared me so much. Instead I just looked at this chest and pretended like I wasn’t half naked. Suddenly I felt his arm wrap around me and pull me in close to him. I didn’t resist at all and happily leaned on him. His body heat drew me in even closer and I hugged him tightly to get as much heat from him as possible. He noticed my eagerness and stroked my hair as a sign of gratitude. I felt so comfortable and safe in his arms but this didn’t last long, after just a few minutes of feeling his warm embrace, he stood up and walked to his bedroom. I assumed this was a sign that he wanted to escalate things but I didn’t want to seem too keen so I remained on the couch.
My assumption soon proved wrong as he returned with a long thick rope.
“What’s that for?”