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[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/urvihs/how_to_train_a_yoga_slut_pt_2_mf_hypnosis_tight/)
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After a few more sessions, Amy was finally getting to a place I was happy with. She’d taken quite swiftly to her lessons, but it was time to test her obedience.
She arrived late afternoon, looking just as radiant as ever. This time she wore a bright pink sports bra that left her flat midriff exposed and a matching pair of skin-tight yoga shorts. They looked to be a size too small for her–an intentional choice I’m sure–so that the bottom hems barely cleared her wonderfully plump and firm backside. She was already struggling with them when she approached me, fruitlessly pulling the stretching material down. This did little to conceal the clear outline of her thong and the rounded outline of her labia.
I smiled at her as I led her to the back studio–my all black dress an obvious contrast to her bright, girly affair. “Ready for something a little more intense today?”
“Of course! Push me *hard*.” She bit her lip with that last word and leaned forward just enough to push her deep, tanned cleavage towards me.
We were in the studio in no time. Normally, I left the lights low, to aid in the relaxing vibe. But this time I turned them up in their full, softly buzzing fluorescent glory. I wanted Amy to see herself *properly* in the mirrors.
I turned on the stereo, letting the undulating waves of deep, mesmerizing synths fill the room. The music was slow, serene, ever-evolving. It had just enough motion to keep your ears curious without being distracting. It had proven effective at lulling Amy into a meditative state.
She rolled out her yoga mat, kicked off her shoes, and began stretching. First, she bent forward, touching her toes while keeping her eyes fixated on me–just as I had taught her. Then, she spread her legs and bent to each side, her tight sports bra struggling to stay beneath her heavy chest as she curled herself into a c-shape.
I crossed my arms and watched intently, fixating on her lithe form as stretched self-consciously for me. “Good. Now, let’s start.”
She knew what that meant. She fell to her knees instantly, hands folded neatly over her stomach, eyes watching me, bottom lip pushed out in a kind of pout. “Yes Sir.”
*That* was something I’d been working on. I thought she ought to learn to refer to authority figures appropriately. I wasn’t Jackson to her anymore, just “Sir.”
“Bridge pose. Now.”
Staying on her knees, she fell to her back, then thrust her hips up into the air while keeping her shoulders flat on the mat, so that she was staring up towards the ceiling. I circled around her until I was looming overhead. She stared up at me, regarding me upside down, watching as the bulge formed against my shorts.
“Thrust.”
I remained in place, arms crossed across my chest, while she slowly lowered her hips towards the ground before pushing them back upwards, humping the air.
“Mhm. Unf.” She was moaning, exhaling precisely as I taught her. It was, after all, important to control your breathing while doing yoga or meditating.
“Faster.”
She picked up the pace, panting as she dropped her ass to the floor and then shot her groin towards the ceiling. I counted to ten aloud for her and then had her start again. I could already see where her nipples were beginning to harden against the hot pink fabric of her bra.
After another set, she was ready to move forward. “Good warm up. Cow pose.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” She fell forward, staying on her knees as she moved into all fours, pushing her rounded ass so that it jutted in my direction. There was a slight grin on her face as she looked over her shoulder, “Like this?”
“Eyes forward.”
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
She arched her back, dipping her abdomen in a manner that emphasized the fullness of her ass. Standing behind her, eyes fixated on the way her cheeks were stretching the seams of her yoga shorts, I continued, “Do you remember what I told you our goal would be for today’s class?”
“Yes, Sir: to focus on physical sensations.”
“That’s right–and the way your body reacts to external forces. I want you to close your eyes.”
Amy hung her head, her blonde ponytail swaying back and forth while I curled my fingers over her waistband. “I’m going to remove your shorts, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you wearing panties?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
I pulled back slowly, dragging the stretchy fabric over her smooth skin to reveal her bare ass. I tugged at her shorts until they sat just below her cheeks, their tautness holding them firm while clasping her thighs together.
“Now, focus on the warm, slick feeling,” I spoke as I popped open a bottle of massage oil, dripping it slowly onto the small of Amy’s back before working it in along her waist and backside. In the mirror, I could see that she was biting her lip, squeezing her eyes in obvious pleasure and embarrassment.
“Mmph,” a small moan escaped her lips.
I continued to massage her ass, alternating between soft and gruff movements as I dug circles in her flesh, “What does this make you think of?”
“Getting fucked, Sir.”
I thought I saw a rush of color flood her cheeks, but she quickly relaxed. She was obviously falling into a mindful, hypnotic state.
“Do you like to get fucked in this position?”
“So much, Sir.”
“And how do you like it?” Both my hands were on her now, gripping and spreading her cheeks to reveal the tight hole sitting between them. Just below it, I could see her pink pussy glistening with an obvious wetness.
“Ah, unf, I like it *rough*, Sir. I like it when I’m getting my ass slapped. My hair pulled. My pussy fucking pounded.” She was breathing heavily, her thighs twitching–I could tell she wanted me to slip a finger inside her. The way she shifted her hips in an effort to guide my hand toward her slit was evidence enough.
“Good. Let’s move on. I want you to stay firm, flex your core, this is going to hurt.” I kept one hand on the small of her back, pulling my other back, palm open, I brought it hard against her left ass cheek. The wet, slick clapping echoed in the empty studio.
“Ah! Fuck.”
She clenched her thighs together.
“I said stay firm.” I moved my hand up to grab hold of her ponytail. Grasping it like a handle, I pulled back, forcing her to arch her back even further. “Again.”
My hand came down harder this time, colliding perfectly with her right cheek to make it quake pleasingly before snapping back into shape.
“Agh!” She yelped out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Once she caught her breath, she pleaded, “Sir, can I please touch myself?”
I twisted her ponytail through my fingers. “Where do you want to touch yourself?”
“My…my cunt, Sir. Please. I’m dripping.”
“No. Not yet. You’re going to focus purely on the sensation of my hand against your ass. Understand?”
“Ye-yes, Sir, I think so.”
I pulled her hair and dug my other hand into her plump rear. “What was that?”
“I mean, yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Good girl. Now, can you take it harder?”
“Yes, Sir. I can.”
She flexed her core as I wound up again. This time I surprised her by smacking her left ass cheek. Her body shifted forward from the force and she had to catch herself from falling.
“Ah, fuck, fuck. Mmm, ah, ah.” She was whining, clearly falling into physical pleasure.
“Again!” This time my hand smacked her cheek and then gripped and pulled it to the side. She seemed to love how roughly I groped her, because she shivered against my grip. I kept going, alternating heavy smacks against each of her cheeks.
Her soft skin was red now and now I was satisfied with the marks I was leaving. “You should always feel the way workouts affect you, mark you, mold you.” She was quivering, barely even able to speak anymore. I could tell she was holding onto an orgasm. Finally, after another hard spanking she blurted out, “Please, Sir, can I cum?”
She was rubbing her thighs together, trying desperately to stimulate her clit.
“You can cum. *If* you can take a hit to your pussy. Can you do that?”
She didn’t even hesitate, “Yes, Sir.”
“You did say you liked it rough.” I shoved her forward, pressing her face into the mat and thrusting her hips high in the air. Her smooth, slick pussy was pressed between her thighs, positioned perfectly for me to abuse.
I pulled my hand back, “Take a deep breath.”
*THWACK*
She let out a delirious cry that quickly modulated into the heaving moans of an orgasm. Her whole body shuddered beneath my grip as her pussy twitched with redness. It felt like several moments before she could regain composure enough to speak.
“Tha-thank you, Sir.”
I gave her one more firm clap on the ass. “That’ll be all for today. Next time we’ll be going on a hike. It’s important to meditate in nature.”
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