Foot On Chest Victory Pose Novels & Stories

“Understood.” He tossed me a pair of hand wraps. “We’ll start with posture. Most people carry their fear in their shoulders. We don’t. We keep them down and wide so we can breathe. Chin tucked, hands up but relaxed.” He stepped into a loose stance. “Feet in a triangle—one back, weight in the middle. If I push you, I want you to roll, not topple.” He pushed; I rolled. It felt, bizarrely, like a dance lesson.

“Let me see your fighting stance.” I spread my legs out a bit and raised my fists. Jaxon smiled before he came to lift one of my fists and lower the other. He pushed my leg forward and out before making me lower myself. “Good. I want you to remember this pose. It lets you channel your energy flowing through your body. And it keeps you firmly rooted to the ground.” Jaxon said. I nodded, mentally picturing the stance.

But his face beamed with victorious joy, and his hands… His hands were crossed over his chest in exactly the same gesture Debbie had just made on television. “That’s you after your first major sparring victory,” Mom said softly. “You were so proud. You held that pose for ten minutes while I took pictures.” I picked up the album, bringing the photo closer to my face. The resemblance was undeniable. The hand position was identical—not just similar, but exact. Ring and middle fingers bent, thumb and outer fingers extended, arms crossed at the wrists and pressed against the chest.

“Piece of cake.” From there, she led him into sort of a lunge position she called “warrior one,” and then, deepening the lunge, she brought her arms down to shoulder level and extended them straight in front and behind her. “Welcome to warrior two.” Mimicking the pose, he felt the beginning of a burn in the thigh of his bent leg and the calf of his extended leg. She circled him and inspected his effort. Something about the feel of her eyes on him got his chi flowing—straight between his legs.

“We’ll start simple. Just follow my lead.” The first few poses weren’t so bad—just stretching, bending, holding my balance. I could handle that. But then he had me try something he called a “warrior pose,” and my legs immediately began to tremble. “This feels wrong,” I muttered, wobbling. “I don’t think so,” he whispered. I tried to hold the pose, but my foot slipped, and I nearly toppled sideways. Liam caught me by the waist, steadying me with ease. His hands were warm, firm, grounding.

"Ok, my foot is on the higher one." "I'd like you to stand comfortably. Hands at your sides relaxed. Look straight out and raise your right hand like you are going to shake someone's hand in a relaxed way." "Done." She moved forward and quickly ran her fingertips over his body then stood back. "Your leg is too high." Ben switched the two boxes and put his foot on the shorter one. The position was more comfortable. He moved back into the pose. "Ready." Once more Stephanie ran her fingers down his body but this time she smiled. "Yes. This feels right. I'm going to do the mapping now. Relax into the pose and hold it. Keep your eyes open this time. I promise not to poke you in the eye."

When we finally released I was shaking. The class continued. Bridge pose had me lifting my hips high, pelvis tilted up, feet planted. The position was obscene. I felt exposed and desperate. Andrew walked past and I swore his eyes lingered on the arch of my body. Or maybe I was just projecting my own hunger onto him.

Would he like it? Damn, he would. What man in their right mind would resist this perfect temptation? I was finally going to get him. Lying in bed, I was busy practicing my poses as the woman in the tutorial had instructed. “Put your right hand on your hip… now arch your back slightly and let your eyes do the work.” I did as the woman instructed, and fuck, it felt so awkward. After many practices, I was finally ready. Then I heard footsteps from outside, so I quickly put on my robe, dimmed the light, and went into position.

“On your knees. Hands behind your back.” I obey without hesitation, pushing myself up onto my knees, my ass bare and no doubt marked from his hands, his cock, his teeth. The position forces my chest forward, my nipples hard and aching. I lace my fingers together behind my back, the movement arching my spine, thrusting my ass higher into the air.

She smiled and answered, “Well, alpha. I think my technique of trying to lift someone is wrong. Perhaps you can show me again.” I smiled at her and started demonstrating. I moved a bit close to her and placed my hands on the backside of her knees, “See, for you to lift someone, you have to ensure that you have a correct posture. So, make sure your feet are firmly planted on the ground and bend just enough to let you swing back up with the slightest force.” Saying so, I gently lifted her as she gave an audible gasp. I then placed her on my shoulder and added, “Then you pick them up by placing your hands around their waist and just topple them over.”