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Later that afternoon DING! A full-length mirror photo of Preshy appeared on my phone she was standing tall in her heels in our bedroom, posed as instructed. DING! (Preshy): “Hi Dr.! Am I positioned correctly?” DING! (Dr. Sam): “Close. Try widening your stance slightly and tilt your hips forward.” DING! (Preshy): “Like this?” Another image followed, adjusted according to his directions. DING! (Dr. Sam): “Yes, that’s better. I’ll save both for reference. Now let’s see how long you can maintain that posture. It’s after 5:30 can you hold it for at least forty minutes?”

I was ready to take her again, she was so fucking pretty in her submissive pose. "When I tell you to go to the playroom, and don't specify, this is the pose you should always greet me with. Now, the humble pose is like a low bow. It starts in the nadu position. Please lean forward on your hands, ass up, head down. Breasts touch the floor. Both hands are on the floor in front of you, resting on the floor above your head. Yes, just like that. Raise your ass so your thighs are straight up and down." I grabbed my junk to relieve the pressure, I was getting distracted again. "Sweet girl, you don't know what you are doing to me. We are going to play."

“Take. Them. Off.” She stood and peeled the stretchy black fabric down her legs. She began to remove her bra, but he said, “Leave it. Same position you were just in. Arched over the ball, hands on the floor behind you, feet on the floor, legs spread.” With effortless grace, Ava returned her body to its previous pose.

My stomach still fluttered with nerves. As the stretching ended, mats were pulled out, the dull thud echoing across the gym. A few of the boys paired off immediately, playful but rough, already testing each other. My throat tightened. This was it- the part where I'd have to move and fight. "You'll start with stance," she explained. She shifted into position, feet apart, knees bent, arms raised. She looked steady, grounded, like nothing could knock her over. "This is the foundation. Without a strong stance, nothing else works."

I muttered as I stood in front of him, my arms awkwardly raised in what I assumed was some kind of defensive position. His shoulder looked stiff as he rolled it back, the edge of a bandage peeking out under his shirt. He moved like someone who’d decided pain was optional. “No, what’s ridiculous is how bad your stance is,” he said, smirking. I rolled my eyes. “You’re impossible.” “And you’re stalling.” He stepped closer, his good hand gripping my elbow to adjust my posture. His touch sent a jolt through me. “Feet shoulder-width apart,” he said, his voice low, his breath warm against my cheek. “Knees slightly bent. You want to stay balanced Estella. You’re not a statue. ”

No, teasing was safe. She did her morning ritual stretches, in the nude, of course. How could she get into all those yoga positions with any sort of restrictive clothing on her body? She watched herself in the giant wall mirror, reveling in the muscle tone and complicated positions she could twist herself into. When she planted her hands on the floor in front of her and pressed up, lifting her butt off the floor; she put her legs out at a forty-five degree angle and pointed her toes out straight. She slowly rotated her hips and keeping her feet off the floor, she pushed herself into a handstand. Her legs were out level with her hips, toes pointed out in an upside down splits. She looked at h

He circled me again, closer this time. “First position: present.” His hands adjusted me firmly—feet shoulder-width apart, hands clasped behind my back, chest thrust forward, chin high, eyes lowered. “When I say present, this is exactly how you stand. Hold it.” I locked my muscles and stayed perfectly still while he inspected me. “Good girl. Second position: kneel.” He stepped in front of me again. “Kneel.” I dropped quickly to my knees, spreading them wide, placing my palms up on my thighs, keeping my back straight and breasts lifted. The position left me completely open, vulnerable, aching.

George grabs a quick breakfast and a bottle of water from the fridge before heading down. Celine has Sammy pinned to the floor in a headlock, and Nate is adjusting her grip and explaining a chokehold. Sammy stays still, letting Nate teach. Celine adjusts her grip on Sammy following Nate’s directions and once she’s in the correct position, Sammy lets one of her hands drop to tap the mat beside her a few times, to indicate that she gives up.

He motioned towards the mat and took a defensive stance. “Right, so this is the stance you want to be in for sparring,” his knees were slightly bent and hands held up at about his chest. “It’s a good athletic stance that will allow you to make quick moves towards or away from your opponent.” I nodded in agreement and took the stance to mirror him. Slowly, Valentin started to circle me. I followed in the same step pattern, never crossing my legs and making sure to take quick, precise steps. Valentin nodded in approval.

“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.