Foot On Chest Victory Pose Novels & Stories

Bending. I managed to raise one trembling foot, placing it against the cold, slick edge of the boat. The shift in position flipped my body forward, almost into an L-shape. My hips rose high, ass in the air, legs spread wide. My swollen lips and slick, twitching hole were on full display-shameless, obscene, soaking. The position was degrading. Animalistic. It was the kind of pose a bitch would take in heat, lifting her tail for the alpha.

I finished my food, changed in my room and came back down. What I learnt in the thirty minutes I spent infront of the tv was that my balance was shit. “I need you to extend your arms opposite as you settle into the warrior pose.” The woman on Tv said in a calming voice. “Don’t forget to breath…” I inhaled sharply with my nose and wobbled in the position. Maintaining balance and breathing were now mutual exclusive events it seemed. Angie passed the living room once. Looked at me, then disappeared in the opposite direction.

"Then greet your mother properly." Alexander's face scrunched with effort. He was attempting what looked like tree pose. One foot pressed against the inside of his opposite knee. Arms stretched overhead. Wobbling. Ethan was beside him in the same pose. Not wobbling. Perfectly still. Madison was on his other side. Her tree pose was less certain than Ethan's but more stable than Alexander's. And Kyle. He was in downward dog. His hands were flat on the mat, fingers spread wide. His hips were lifted, forming an inverted V with his body. His heels reached toward the floor but didn't quite touch.

“Eyes, throat, knees. But we’ll work up to that. For now: balance.” He nudged my feet into place with the toe of his boot. “Wider,” he said. “You’re not posing for a portrait. You’re trying not to get knocked over.” I adjusted. The stance felt weird at first—exposed and defensive at the same time. “Good,” he said. He reached for my forearms, lightly adjusting the angle. “Hands up, elbows in. You want your bones to help, not just muscle.” His touch was professional. Impersonal. But my body still flinched, a reflex I hated.

The fourth was crouched low, almost like it was ready to spring, one arm reaching high and the other pulled back. And the fifth — wide stance, one leg stretched to the side, both arms extended — looked like a warrior mid-lunge. The Game Master introduced them one by one, voice almost purring. “Crab Walk.” “Dancer’s Pose.” “Diagonal Superman.” “Crouch and Reach.” “And Side Lunge Stretch.” I raised an eyebrow. What was this, a workout class? The others seemed just as confused. People shuffled awkwardly, whispering under their breath, trying to decide which one looked least likely to kill them.

Alessandro gave me a lopsided smile. “Almost perfect,” he replied and moved closer again to adjust the position of my knees; his warm breath brushed my ear as he spoke, and I felt my body about to boil. ”You must be on guard, but you can't concentrate the tension exclusively on your feet. Now, put your hands up, protecting your face.” His hands reached up, not to touch me, but to guide the position of my own arms. “Elbows should be close to the body.” His fingers brushed the inside of my forearm as he lowered my elbow, a fleeting contact I felt all the way to my fingertips.

Crow’s feet crinkled the corners of his eyes. With a smile, Richard crossed the room to close the door. The sound of a deadbolt sliding affirmed my fate. Here, I was at my master’s mercy. “Kneel on the bed, Thena.” My heart rate quickened. This is what I came here for. I set my wineglass on the nearest dresser. The mattress was higher than most. I climbed up on it like a child might, one knee then the other, ungracefully plopping onto my rear. I scooted, situating myself in the center of the crimson bedspread. In yoga, it’s called Virasana or Hero Pose. Except that here with Richard, I spread my knees wide.

That is even more impossible to do. “Your two feet are like playing Chinese garter, where only the two big toes of your feet can be allowed to use to raise your body, or you can use the five toes to raise yourself, while the back of your feet are just flying in the air. Did you get what I wanted to say?” I looked at her foot. Then nodded. In my mind, I’m imagining myself doing the positioned that Dralia did. And then when I felt something that it is hard to do, I just shook my head to calm myself. She start giving me some steps to do. “Good. Then we are on the shoulder now. Put them down first, then calm it down. You clench your both hands, and there you will draw your strength, so that you

But I’m on him in a flash, unwilling to grant him a moment of reprieve. My right hand strikes his bicep instead of his chest, but he spins away at the last moment. In a desperate attempt to regain control, I trip him, watching as he loses his balance. I follow up with an elbow to his back, and, with a surge of confidence, I have him down on all fours. I press my foot into his back, reveling in what I believe is my imminent victory.