Foot On Chest Victory Pose Novels & Stories

“Alright, alright, let’s switch it up a bit. Try the dog pose?” “Jake,” I protested, “I don’t know it,” “That’s why I’m here,” he reassured with a naughty glint in his eyes. We moved into the downward dog pose, guiding me through the movements. His hands gently adjusted my position, making sure I got the posture right. I felt more intimately awkward. Then, I felt his hand on my upper back softly pushing me down, but I gasped when his other hand cupped my backside and down to my pussy.

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.”

She vows as she holds my gaze and tears pour down her cheeks. I shout as something in my chest expands so much that it blinds me. My body bows to the floor as it straightens on its own and my vision clears. Deep breaths finally fill my chest and I feel empowered. I try to rise from the floor knowing that I am at an advantage but am stopped with a fist to my face. His boot presses into the top of my back and holds me to the floor as he presses the pole to the cleft of my rear. I freeze immediately as my eyes widen.

A line of fire blazed behind that simple caress. Then he flattened his palm between her shoulder blades. “Lean down until you’re lying with your breasts over your knees. Arms above your head, palms flat on the bed.” Morgan processed his request, racing to picture it. Child’s pose, if she’d been doing yoga. It was one she assumed nearly every time she attended a class. But doing it now meant leaving her ass and the line of her spine completely vulnerable to Jack. His fingers between her shoulder blades began asserting pressure, gently but inexorably pushing her forward.

It was a scorpion pose. A pose in gymnastics and probably ballet where the leg is lifted from behind and made to touch the head. I held her while I pulled down my underwear, exposing my seven inches long dick. “Remember the safe word baby?” I breathed heavily on her neck and stood her by the wall, using mg hands to rub in between her thigh. “The safe word is green water.” “That is my girl “ I lifted her legs and wrapped it around my torso, my fingers playing with her thighs and her leg.

"Now, today I want you to defend yourself." He adjusted my posture, touching me a little too much for my liking. He was engaged, I was in love with him and it wasn't a good combination. Warmth pooled between my legs and he trailed his hands up and down my body. His touch feels insanely forbidden now that his fiancée is living here with us. "Put your hands up and keep your elbows tight. Your gloves should be at about eye level with your palms toward your face. Tuck your elbows close to your body, tight into your ribs," he explained as I held the position.

"And Elysium is not a house of shadows. It's time to turn all the lights on." Victor followed me, his heavy footsteps silent against the rug. He came to a halt directly behind my chair. He didn't try to stop me. He didn't try to shield me from the conflict. He simply placed his large, warm hands on my shoulders, his thumbs pressing deeply into the muscles at the base of my neck. It was the ultimate, profound expression of his Dominance—not restricting my movement, but providing the immovable, unbreakable foundation from which I could launch my own strike.

I expected him to smile, but he didn’t. “Oh, okay.” “Just watch me first, then I’ll come over.” Yes! Finally. He stood straight in mountain pose, then crooked one leg to rest the arch of his foot on the side of his knee, and followed that by clasping his hands together, like he was praying. I nodded, with a puzzled expression. It didn’t look too difficult, but I wanted him to think I did. I wanted him to come over and touch me, craved it. “You wanna try it on your own?”

I answered boringly. " What's with that facial expression?" She stared at me while her hands are crossed on her chest " You know what Sis, it's better to put your hands on your waist, like this" I stood up from sitting and went on her direction and put her hands on her waist " And why? Do I look prettier on this position?" She asked while smiling "Of course not, that position is better for you to have a shape, whenever you put your arms on your chest you look like a walking stick, your chest is flat, I think my chest is bigger than yours," I said and chuckled

“Now I want you to press your chest to the floor, and I want you to make sure you don’t let your bended knee fall flat.” Just like she said, I pressed my chest onto the floor till my breasts were placed hard against it, pressed and stayed down. “Oh nice, just like this.” She pressed my waist further to the floor, leaving my bum bare and exposed. I have never felt so vulnerable and exposed, yet so strangely entertained by the idea of learning poses. “Now this pose is called the dog pose.” She said, then kicked my legs apart. “The king would be behind you. He would claim you from behind, and it is important you retain this pose till he finishes.” She said.