Bend Her Novels & Stories

With unwavering determination, she embarked on a rigorous regimen to restore her physical vitality. Zelda engaged in various exercises, embracing the rhythm of each movement as she stretched her muscles and built her endurance. From gentle yoga poses that restored balance and flexibility to intense cardiovascular workouts that challenged her stamina, she dedicated herself to the pursuit of strength. Each day brought incremental progress, as her body gradually reawakened, ready to embrace the demands of her new role as a mother and protector.

She was eagerly apologizing and despite my scowl, I nodded to show I had received her apology. "Now, when you want to bend over, make sure your legs remain straight. Your back should be the bend." I instructed. "Do you understand?" She nodded, yes. "Good." I nodded as well. "now, try it out, and let me see."

I watch her squat in a appealing posture and watch her hair flip from her face. She was fascinating and she was dead breathing. I soon find myself getting lust in her beauty. Even her falling was attractive, I wanted her and by the second I was getting lust in her. This wasn't a good attraction and I figured that if I help her out with this, I won't get to look at her. I stood up, going to her and blocking the wood from hitting my face and then proceed to strengthening her legs and positioning her body. "You don't bend too as it will swell up your muscles," I tell her before proceeding to wrapping my hands around her.

Exactly like a–sexy girl. “What–” I struggled but then I changed my tone, “You must be in the wrong house, darling.” The cockiness in my voice was very prominent. As she was seated on my work table's edge, she gradually stood straight and walked towards me with a little model walk. Her body upright and confident, she brought my face close to her with her index finger which pulled my chin towards her face. “I don't think so, honey.” She said, with a little smug which she had from the first.

“Everyone here is going to go into a back bend. You men will probably have more trouble with this but just try your hardest.” She sat on the ground before laying her back upon the grass. “First you’re going to lay down on the ground with your knees bent and feet firmly planted. Bend your arms back and place your palms on either side of your ears. Then you’re going to push up. Leave your back bent and arms locked and sturdy. If it’s too much, you can walk your feet out until you're more comfortable.” We all watched as she pushed up on her hands and feet, her back bending in a perfect U. I could already feel my back screaming at me to show mercy.

When it cleared, she was a dragon again with beautiful scales that seemed to shimmer iridescently every time the light of the sun hit her body. She sat on the deck, taking care to tuck her wings close to her body and waited patiently. I walked up to her. Standing in front of her, I placed my palms on her chest and she laid her head on my shoulder. I felt a tingling under my hands and I saw the words clearly in my mind, so I spoke them out loud. “Bend her bones, shrink her stature, make her smaller than she’s ever been to keep her hidden from prying eyes.”

He was using the power that he had, in the office, so she was going to use the one thing that gave her power over him her body. She walked slowly to one corner of the office. She was sure that his eyes were on her. Then she bent down, slowly, to get something from the filing cabinet. She kept her long, toned, legs straight. She bent down and she knew that he would have a good look at those legs of hers. Her dress stopped above her knees and as she bent down she knew that it would rise up somewhat.

“The look on your face says that you like what we have.” “Yes, Sir.” She said not trying to hide her excitement. Ink stepped up behind her and put her hair up in a bun. “I know that you can’t hang, can you do a cross?” “Yes, Sir. I like the cross.” She said and her eyes went to the two crosses. “Go pick one.” They both told her. The submissive readily did as she was told. She considered the wooden cross with the padding. But settled on the all-metal cross. Stepping up on the platform, she placed her hands on the upper arms.

“The woman and her two friends are the sellers of a program I’m wanting to buy for the company. It’s a brilliant application and it’s going to make billions upon billions of dollars in America alone, not to mention the implications worldwide.” “She’s smart then.” “Brilliant, mama. She’s absolutely brilliant.” “No wonder she doesn’t want anything to do with you.” “You are mean today!” he put extra effort into bending her leg and rotating her hip and watched her grimace as her hip flexed. She shrugged, “my boys taught me to be ruthless.”

I didn't argue much about it and just simply gave it to her curiously waiting to see what she could do. " Do you know how to do this?" I asked first and foremost. " No," she replied. " But I watched lots of rom-coms and saw girls do this a lot," she said with lots of confidence. I didn't know if I could trust her to do something that she had entirely no experience with. She was so confident about it but that was something about Bethany. " Um …how about I keep doing what I was doing?" I politely collected the curling iron from her.