The Yoga Teasing

I'll never forget the day you walked into my class, not knowing you were walking into my life. You were nearly late, unsure of if you should show up or not. The door had barely cracked open and you slunk your way inside as if you were lost, cautiously eyeing up the others in the room. You had the right place and you knew it, but you weren't sure about this whole yoga thing.

You'd seen ads and heard about classes before from your friends and co-workers, but you didn't want a large, intimidating room full of people waving their bodies around in front of you. Luckily, you found my ad. I'd said my services were a little more intimate with smaller class sizes, perfect for someone not so sure about the whole thing. Besides, who doesn't like a little one on one time now and again?

I know you nearly cancelled the whole thing and just stayed at home instead, running through the reasons not to come in your mind but I'm glad, I hope we both are, that you didn't choose the path of least resistance. Nonetheless you came prepared with that sky-blue yoga mat that you'd bought online along with just the right outfit to go along with it. I know you were shy in such tight clothes, hugging to every curve on your body like a second skin - as you hung your coat up on the hooks by the door I already knew you didn't want prying eyes following every line of your body as you walked through the streets.

Then you looked through the rows of my students as they prepared, searching for the person in charge and locked your eyes right on me. I stared back at your startled expression and shot you a warm smile before inviting you in. We're not going to bite, after all. Not unless you ask. With that blank gaze I could feel you already undressing me in your mind, picturing yourself buried deep in my embrace.

You took your place with the others and rolled out your mat, still an absolute newbie at all this and it showed. Your balance was all off and I could tell you were too busy comparing yourself to the others there, trying to match their pace. Between reps I strode over to you and you froze in place, unblinking, unbreathing as I told you softly not to spend your time comparing yourself to the others in the class - told you to imagine nobody else there but me and you. Yoga takes patience, practice, and it's not going to come to you immediately. The others had been coming for a months and you had been the first new student that I'd admitted for a little while so of course there was some catching up to do.

I gave you a little more time that day to make sure you could build the confidence in yourself to stick to it, pulling you up into the right positions and holding you there. Each time I touched your back or legs or sides, it didn't matter where, I could feel you already completely give in to me. Your body became loose and malleable at my very presence. I saw you after the class as you put on your coat; you took your time and shuffled around, twiddling your thumbs on your phone and looking up to catch a few more glances at me. I knew you'd be back.

The next time you hadn't even brought the coat. I noticed that maroon top you wore, cut lower than before, and I knew you didn't just have it lying around. You'd bought it just for today, just for me. As you walked in for the second class I could see you were still shy with the group, sneaking through the doorway, but you immediately knew who to look for. Your eyes locked onto mine and you threw me a timid smile before you took your position.

The confidence I was looking for suddenly showed up for that second session as you pressed your body against mine each time I adjusted you, 'accidentally' grazing ever closer to me. I could feel your heat and lust swelling every time I walked by, pushing that peachy ass higher in the air with your downward dog and giving me a show with the dolphin pose.

Unfortunately for you I can't just show one particular student preferential treatment, as much as you wanted my full attention. The rest of them are paying customers of mine, it wouldn't be fair to them. That didn't stop you working harder and harder to get my attention with every move you made and every deep stare you gave me when I spoke.

By the third class you'd changed your tactics, trying instead to be deliberately bad so that I'd come and correct you. I couldn't ignore you anymore - as much as my mind was telling me that I should. Watching your body in those tight pants and imagining what lay beneath started driving me wild to the point where I couldn't help but stand behind the class so that you couldn't see me looking while I mentally undressed you. I knew you wanted me desperately and the primal part of my brain slowly began to take over and push me towards you to take you as you'd given yourself to me, but I knew you had so much more to give.

I could tell from your balance and poise that you'd been practicing at home and the part of me that was your teacher was upset that you'd been holding yourself back and acting up for attention. The rest of me relished the extra time that I was giving you, and that you were begging for. It was by the fourth class that I got up nice and close and gripped your waist to balance you, running my hands down your sides gently before gripping both sides. With your head down and rear high in the air I positioned myself between your splayed legs and pushed myself against you, letting you know that the desire you felt was returned. You know what you felt; I could sense it in the slight shock as you lifted your head, but you didn't look back. No, you pushed against it as the class just focused on their own moves.

I pushed against you and you started to grind a little. There was no hiding the heat and pheromones you were emitting, there was no denying the lust you felt for me. Now you knew that it was mutual. From here I decided I'd toy with you a little and draw on that yearning, nurture it into something uncontrollable and all-encompassing before I claimed it. I kept myself close with the other students, touching and adjusting them to draw your envy. None of them got anywhere near as close as you had, or felt what you had. I'd stand before you with your head facing square at your prize during your poses, showing you what you were missing out on through the grey sweat pants. Still, I touched and caressed in front of the whole class to see and still you performed for me, giving me all the best angles to provoke my longing.

I enjoyed the show, but my body cried out for more. It was obvious that yours did too. After each class you'd hang around longer and longer until you were the last one there before leaving. I was still thinking about you even after you were gone, and I assume I was on your mind too. You'd have to wait until the next class to see me.

Things got even more heated from there as you began to approach me in front of the class to talk to me between reps, moving your mat closer to the front of the group and taking someone else's spot before they arrived. You'd been getting there earlier and earlier to the point where you were the first to arrive and the last to leave. Without even using words, I knew the depth of your needs for me. You wanted more time with me until we were truly alone and could drop the façade of just being two people in a yoga class. We were past that, we both knew there was more to this.

It wasn't long until you finally approached me after one of the classes and spoke to me, although your timid nature kept the conversation yoga-related. I could see you trying to egg yourself on to say something more, something outside of the context of the class, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. I held myself back from saying anything more, relishing the internal struggle between your needs and your pride.

Things progressed more and more from there and you'd stay by each class and just talk for a while, getting a little personal lesson at the end and savouring every touch and stroke as I moved your body from position to position, pushing my own against you and letting you feel my heat against yours.

At last, you addressed me as an individual rather than just your teacher. We talked about where you'd come from and how you were frightened to join the class, about how you were developing and how I'd seen you grow in confidence and poise. At last, I'd throw you the line you'd been waiting for by asking if you wanted a personal, one on one lesson with me.

You jumped at the chance and showed a little too much enthusiasm, I saw the shyness twinkle back in your eyes as you noticed just how quickly and instinctively you'd said yes. I couldn't help but break a sly smile at that, knowing full well how much you'd wanted to hear those words for so long now. You showed no hesitation, letting your body speak for you before your mind even had a chance to assess the suggestion. At last, we would be truly alone.

When the time came around you showed up to my place complete with your yoga gear, ready for a private lesson. I'd readied my place with candles and incense sticks, wanting a comfortable environment in which you could let your inhibitions go and simply commit to the moment. I had things to show you, to teach you, but I wouldn't rush you. You could would come around in your own time.

We started off talking on the sofa before getting into our private lesson, far less restrained than the actual class. I could watch you and touch you far more freely, sliding my hand between your heated legs to adjust your hip position and arching your back as you moved from pose to pose. I could tell from your expression that you were ready for the front to end, to stop pretending you came here for a private lesson and show me what you were really here for.

It wasn't long before I told you I wanted to show you something, asking if you wanted to learn some more advanced, unorthodox poses. With a nervous curiosity you agreed and I took you by your small, soft hand with your fingers locked between my own to my basement. Everything down there was black and red with leather embellishments, each wall filled with different types of equipment from ropes and chains to whips and floggers, restraints and all manner of implements.

I won't forget the wide-eyed look on your face when you saw it all, nor that shocked breath that you took. Perhaps you weren't ready for this, or hadn't expected this of me. It didn't matter. I showed you this side of me, this part of my world, but I'd also invited you into it. I knew you were the innocent good girl type from the moment you entered the door simply from your body language, but I also knew that you wanted more. You wanted so much more than what most people had to offer - excitement, danger, and to relinquish your control to somebody else. More than anything, you wanted to submit yourself to somebody else's command. Perhaps you just hadn't realised it yet.

With slow, easy steps I guided you in. I wasn't forcing you, this was a decision you'd have to make on your own. I took you to the centre of the room to the large mat there and asked you once again if you were ready for a much harder lesson than before and with a shy nod you agreed.

My first command was that you remove your clothes. You complied, steadily removing your top and then your yoga pants. I knew there was nothing under them but you still seemed embarrassed that you had made yourself so ready for me. I joined you and removed my own clothes, stripping away the falsities of society. We bore all for each other in that moment, inside and out. For a moment we simply stared at each other and took in all the sights, the lines and curves, each twitching muscle beneath our skin and our unspoken feelings for each other - it was all on show.

I instructed you to start with stretches, a mountain pose to start, where I ran my fingers across your stomach and chest to make sure you were tensing in the right places. From there I got you into a triangle pose and watched your perky tits bounce and jiggle as you moved smoothly from side to side, and then you made your way down into the cat pose.

On your knees with your hands to the floor, shoulders high, I pressed down onto the small of your back as it began to curve and cupped your ass in my hand, circling a finger down the back of your thigh. I could feel you shudder at my touch as the sensitivity got the better of you, but yoga is about patience and control. I smacked my hand against your rear and ran it down the other leg this time, telling you to focus. There would be time for giving in later and the persistence would make it all the better.

I began to circle around to inspect your cat pose, my cock hanging right in front of you as you lifted your head. I looked down with a smirk as you blushed, but I know what you were really thinking. You wanted nothing more than to just put it in your mouth already, you were already eager to please. I leaned over and cupped your chin with one hand, whispering in your ear to watch your posture.

I allowed you to continue as I selected a tool from the wall, a leather coated wooden paddle, and made my way back over to you. Each time your hips slipped out of position or your hands faced the wrong way it met your ass with a slap that echoed around the room, coupled with your little mewling cries. I told you to focus on your breathing as my hand began to meet your ass again, touching and gliding ever closer to your warming pussy.

I moved you from pose to pose, each one giving me a better show of that body. Every time you would lose track of your breathing or step out of line, I made sure to correct your behaviour with my paddle. More minor infractions were met with my hand on your ass, couple with a smooth swipe down your now-dripping vagina between your sensitive folds.

You recoiled at my touch and moaned immediately, your body screaming out for more after waiting for so long but I knew I could eek out more from you. I pushed you into the downward dog position and attached a spreader bar to your legs to keep them the right distance apart and positioned myself behind you, between your legs. I ordered you to focus, commanding you to breathe steadily as I positioned my dick between your lips and began to slide it through your slick juices.

I knew it would be too much for you to keep your breathing in control, but each time you broke your rhythm my hand met your sore, burning red rear with a yelp from your lips. Up and down I stroked my cock against you, pushing the tip against your clit for an added distraction from your lesson. You tried your best, I'll give you that, but I demand perfection.

I ordered you to sit, your legs still in the spreader bar. With your hands through the bar and between your thighs, you moved off the floor into the firefly pose with your legs high up in the air. Holding it and balancing correctly would take strength and balance, but I was going to push your skills and bring out the promise you showed. With your head at the perfect height I moved up to the spreader bar and brought my dick to your face. You didn't need any further instruction - you knew precisely what to do. The shy little doe that had entered my class was no more, her place taken by the obedient little fuck toy before me. With one hand atop your head I worked my way deeper into your maw, met with your braying tongue swirling around the length and girth of my shaft.

For a second you seemed to lose your balance, but with my hand on your head I adjusted you back onto my dick, gliding it into the back of your throat as you spluttered a little. I pulled myself out and gave you a light strike across the face before taking you by the chin and instructing that you'll have to do better than that.

Gripping you by the legs I began to roll you over, pushing you into the puppy dog stretch - your ass high in the air with your arms out in front of you and chest to the ground. I came to my knees and rubbed my dick against your slick entrance again, waiting to see if you'd cave in. You couldn't help but rock yourself against me, your body aching and begging to be filled. With each thrust you made towards me I spanked harder, urging you to fight the feeling for as long as you could until you could take no more.

You begged. You pleaded. Just fuck me, you asked. Please, you moaned. The sound was almost like a cry, exasperated and needy. I wasn't just going to make you suffer for no reason at all, but you really couldn't take it any longer. Already, the back of your thighs glistened from that heavy wetness, the cloying smell filling the air with your sweetness. At last I gave you what you wanted, sliding in inch by inch with painfully slow speed. You hated me for it, but you can't deny you loved the way it felt to be filled so completely, spread so wide and controlled so thoroughly. As I reached the fullest depth I leaned over to whisper in your ear; good girl.

With one hand I gripped your waist and in the other I pulled your hair into my palm, holding your head up as I began to plough into you. After waiting so long your insides were hot and slick, pulsing with excitement around my veiny cock, gripping and squeezing it with fevered enthusiasm. There was no more waiting - I started to pound and pound with hypnotic rhythm, each thrust releasing a squeal and pant from your soft lips.

The air filled with the mixture of our heady scents and noises from our bodies in perfect tempo as we performed our tantric dance. It wasn't long before I felt the pressure building up inside me surging and welling as I approached my climax, but I wasn't done with you yet. I pulled out to your great dismay and walked back to the wall to collect rope and watched as your face changed from desperate disappointment at your sudden emptiness into an apprehensive curiosity at my change of tactic.

I placed the rope down by your side and unhooked your legs from their restraints to fit you into new ones. The next pose I asked you to perform was the dhanurasana - the bow pose, with your arms held back to hold your ankles, your back curved nicely. With one end of the rope I tied you in that position, looping the other through the hook installed into the ceiling. With a few tugs I hoisted you up to my waist height and made sure you were comfortable enough to hold that position.

Just let go, I told you. Relax, and focus solely on the feeling. I brought myself to my knees behind you and began to lick along the inside of your thigh - already slick and glistening in the dim light. With gentle huffs I ran along your skin further up until you could feel my warm, teasing breath on your tingling pussy. With an exploratory tongue I began to circle around your outer lips, eeking out every last ounce of patience you had within you before finally giving in and granting you a long, slow lap down the length of your engorged slit. My tongue poked inside you just a little, reaching the ring of muscle at your entrance and pushing against it. I knew you wanted more than just that, but first I'd have to grant you release.

I began to lick along your sensitive folds towards your clit, one side and then the other back up and down with a long, smooth motion. Spurred on by your little moaning gasps I started to flick your clit from side to side and press my tongue against it, circling the tip of my tongue around your sensitive bud. My nose poked against your dripping hole as it poured more moisture towards your clit, lubricating my tongue against it and your legs began to twitch at each flick.

The shaking and quivering grew more voracious as you got closer and closer to the edge but just as you danced on that line I stopped for a second, building your frustration and heightening your pleasure when I continued. After edging you a few times I pushed two fingers inside your slick hole and curled them down to stimulate your g-spot while brushing my tongue against your clit with renewed intensity to push you over the edge as hard as I could, leaving you as a soppy quaking mess.