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The Yoga Instructor

The Yoga Instructor

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Devon's text helped to quickly bring myself out of my high and realize what had just happened. As I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, my head was still spinning. Up until now my fantasies had remained just that, but now it felt like a switch was flipped inside me. I felt like a schoolgirl texting her crush. This wasn't some random guy that I was chatting with on Grindr in the heat of the moment only to block later. This man lived in my building, he touched my hand, and he seemed to be, whether he knew it or not, flirting with me. Maybe he was in fact just talking about yoga training, but every part of me wanted to believe he wanted to train me in other ways too.

Grabbing my phone I excitedly jumped onto bed, laying on my stomach and letting my legs kick up behind me, involuntarily swaying them back and forth in the air.

"Hey! I'd love to train with you! like I said, I'm still a newb so you'll just need to take it easy on me at first :)"

As I hit send, I immediately got butterflies in my stomach. Just then, I heard the door open and my fiancรฉ walked in.

I put my phone face down on the bed and quickly hopped up to throw some shorts on.

"Hey babe! How was work?" I asked as I emerged into the kitchen.

"Oh hey! It was good, long day I am exhausted! Hitting the gym?" she asked, gesturing to my gym shorts.

"Oh no, I just got home and threw on something more comfortable than those stupid chinos. I've been thinking though, I do really like the whole yoga thing, so I think I'm gonna take a class or 2. Maybe the place down the street, I think some instructors do like one on one stuff too sometimes."

"You totally should! Maybe you'll finally get some muscle on you!" She said teasingly, grabbing my arms.

"Yea, yea, yea! I brushed her off and walked back to the bedroom to quickly check my phone.

1 new message.

"Haha, no worries there. It'll definitely be hard and a bit of an adjustment for you, but that's how you improve. I've got the perfect poses in mind that we can start out with before moving into some more advanced stretching."

I felt my cock jump a bit as I read his message.

"can't wait! How was your class btw? Hope I didn't make you too late :)"

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As I opened the picture he sent me, my jaw literally dropped open. He must have just finished his class and was walking home. It was a selfie, his one hand raised giving a thumbs up and his shirt was draped over his shoulder. Earlier I had only seen him with his muscle tee on, and I knew he was no doubt ripped. But seeing his bare ebony skin glistening in the sun made me feel weak at the knees. He had gigantic pecs, massive shoulders, washboard 6-pack abs, and arms that were easily 3 times the size of me. He could break me in half like a twig!

After staring for a few more moments, I saw another text bubble pop up.

"Hot as hell, lol"

Out of nowhere, "What you wanna do for dinner babe?" I heard my fiancรฉ call from the other room.

"Uhhhh, idc you pick!" I shouted as I long pressed Devon's last text message and emphasized it.

After eating dinner and mindlessly watching something on Netflix, it was about 8:30PM. We usually turn in around 10pm, but as I sat on the couch all I could think about was Devon. Did he text me back? I really shouldn't leave him hanging this long...

I gave an exaggerated yawn and stretched my arms wide, and turned to my fiancรฉ. "It's only Wednesday but this week is kicking my ass babe. I have a headache that just won't go away, I think I'm gonna hit the hay early tonight,"

"Aww that sucks babe but ok. Feel better!"

"Thanks" I replied quickly and head into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me. Of course, the only lingering "headache" that wouldn't go away was the thought of Devon.

1 new message.

I smiled widely as I unlocked my phone. It was him.

"Good news Sam. My girl is going out of town for a bachelorette party all weekend. I'll have the place to myself. If you're free, let's do a session on Friday."

OMG!!!

"Sounds great!! I can come over around 7PM?"

"Perfect. See you then."

My mind raced and I immediately found myself thinking about what I should wear for my first lesson. I opened my Amazon app and toggled the filter for Prime delivery to make sure it would arrive by Friday.

I needed something casual and unassuming, but wanted to show a bit of skin without being over the top. If this was really all still a fantasy that I was creating in my head, I didn't want to wear anything too subjective or flirty and make a total fool of myself.

I landed on a pair of 5" inseam shorts that were slightly fitted. With my wider hips and full booty I was certain I'd fill them out nicely, and they would accentuate my curves without being too obvious, especially during deeper yoga poses.

I already owned several workout shirts, but I opted for a slightly oversized, light blue tee as well. I always thought the oversized tee/hoodie look was super cute on girls and it still wouldn't raise any flags, so what the hell!

Satisfied with my choices, I clicked into my cart to check out. Before getting to the last page, I was prompted with a "Purchase Again?" window, with some items that I've ordered over the last year or so. Towards the top of the page there was a pink no-show thong and a butt plug, with a handle in the shape of a heart. I had purchased them a few months prior during my last sissy "binge" session and thrown them away.

After thinking about it for a few moments, I added them to my cart as well. Considering I'd likely be twisting my body around in all kinds of ways doing yoga poses, the last thing I'd want would be annoying pair of boxers riding up every which way! A thong would simply allow me to move more freely, I told myself. As for the butt plug; well, I couldn't think of any 'practical' usage for that. But wearing it during my session with Devon would be super exciting and my own little secret, so why not I thought.

The next couple days at work were a total blur and I could hardly focus on anything except for my session on Friday. Luckily, my work schedule allowed me to work from home on the big day, and I had a pretty light work schedule. I spent some extra time in the shower, trimming what little body hair I did have and using my fiancรฉ's body wash and lotion, which smelled heavenly and more feminine than my own. I also applied some very, very minimal concealer and some of her chapstick, which had just the slightest hint of gloss.

My Amazon package arrived around 5pm- cutting it a little close! I opened the thong first and slid them up over my legs, pulling them tightly so they cupped my package securely. Next was my plug. After a quick wash, I sucked on it for a couple minutes to get it ready, pulled my thong to the side, and slowly inserted. After about a minute of working it in slowly, I felt a pop and got the whole thing nice and snug. I adjusted my thong back into my asscrack and turned to admire myself in the mirror- so cute! I threw on my new tee, which fit perfectly, loose but not too loose. And lastly my new shorts, which were perfectly snug but not too tight. I was ready!!

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After finishing up a bit of work and getting my mat ready, it was a quarter to 7pm. I was so nervous! I sent Devon a text:

"Hey! Ready when you are :)"

A few seconds later, he replied:

"Let's do it! Door is unlocked,"

"Be there in a few!"

Although I was super anxious, I kept telling myself that this guy is probably just planning on having a normal workout sesh with a new student. Nothing to be worried about. In all likelihood, we'll have about an hour long class, and I'll be on my merry way. Taking a final deep breath, I approached his unit and opened the door.

As I sheepishly opened the door, I saw Devon sitting on the couch. He noticed me enter, flashed his big beautiful smile, and stood up exclaiming, "Hey man! Ready to break a sweat?"

"Ready as I'll ever be!" I replied as he came up to me and dapped me up, this time bringing me in for a quick half hug and back tap with his other hand. He was so much larger than me but I did my best to reciprocate the bro hug and get my arm up around him.

"Awesome, I cleared some space here in the living room so you can lay your mat out. As I unrolled my mat, I noticed that his was directly in front of mine, forming a T. So, I would be looking directly at him the whole time. As I got settled, he stood on his mat facing me, hands on hips. His dominant presence was intimidating and powerful, but also made me feel safe.

After a few more moments, I stood up center mat and met his gaze. In a serious tone that caught me off guard, he said:

"When I'm done with you you're not gonna able to walk tomorrow,"

"What?" I replied suddenly blushing, obviously thrown off by his comment.

He burst into a laugh and said "Joking! Relax man. I'll take it easy on you."

"Oh haha, yea of course. Th-thanks,"

"Alright, let's begin real nice and easy. We'll start with thunderbolt pose. Come into a kneeling position, feet together, then sit back on your heels."

I did as instructed, meekly kneeling and sitting back so I was propped up on my feet. I rested my hands on my thighs and looked up at him. We were only 30 seconds in, and in this position looking up at Devon, I would have done anything he asked in that moment. I felt incredibly submissive towards him and felt my tiny member start to swell slightly. Luckily because of my size and my panties which were pulled taught, it was not noticeable.

"Good. Now bring your hands to your heart and close your eyes. I want you to think of your intention for this practice today. Think about what you came here for, what you hope to get out of this session."

"Your big black cock sir" I thought to myself.

After about a minute of silent meditation, he instructed me to open my eyes. As I did so, I noticed he was standing slightly closer to me this time, and I was eye level with his crotch.

"Alright, from here we're going to move into another basic pose. This one is called table top- get onto your hands and knees for me."

I listened happily and quickly moved into position.

"Now, walk your hands forward so your arms are straight out ahead of you, face down on the mat, and butt up in the air."

As I moved into position I blurted out "oh I know this one! This is doggy right?"

"Hahaha, actually it's called downward facing dog, but whatever helps you. We'll call this one doggy from now on, just for you."

Shit! What was happening to me? Keep your mouth shut Sam!

As I struggled to find the words to reply, he continued right along, this time walking up right beside me and kneeling down on one knee. With his left hand, he gently placed it on the small of my back, sending shivers down my spine. He began to slowly but delicately rock me back and forth.

"What we're doing now is getting a good stretch in your glutes and legs. Holding the pose is one thing, but for maximum affect we want to work into it a little. Good, there you go. Rock in and out, back and forth."

As I continued to rock back and forth and go deeper and deeper into the stretch, I felt my shirt begin to fall upward slowly, every so slightly with each movement. My ass was sticking straight up in the air with my face down on the mat, and gravity was doing it's thing.

Not a problem I thought- SHIT!!!! My thong!!!

In a moment of sheer panic, I moved up onto my forearms and turned my head to Devon saying "This feels great, but I think I've gotten a good enough stretch from this one."

"Just a few more. You're doing great. Back and forth. Back and fo-" his voice trailed off, and I felt his hand that was on my lower back move down a few inches, and brush the top of my thong, which was indeed exposed slightly now.

"Victoria's Secret? Haha, why you got these on Sam?" He asked surprisingly calmly.

"Oh uhh, I realized like just before I changed that I ran out of boxers, and I didn't have enough time to do a load of laundry so I just grabbed whatever was in my fiancรฉs drawer. Sorry man, this is really awkward..."

I was mortified. And worse off, I felt completely exposed in this position. After what seemed like an eternity but was likely only a couple seconds, Devon spoke.

"Not awkward at all, you gotta do what you gotta do I guess haha. They comfy at least?"

"True haha. And actually, yea they are. They're not riding up at all like boxers would and the material feels nice I guess." I managed to get out.

"Well I gotta be honest with you Sam, from where I'm at they look nice on you. They compliment you well and if they're comfortable that's all that counts. You should wear some to our next practice too if you like them. Your secrets safe with me."

"Thanks Devon. I think I just might, if it stays between us of course."

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"You have my word. Anything that happens here, stays between the 2 of us. What's this down here?"

I felt his hand slowly move down my ass, and land directly on my plug. My new shorts must have been riding up in this position and the head of the plug was protruding slightly, in the shape of a little heart.

My own heart was beating a mile a minute!

"Oh um.... That's nothing..."

"Haha, come on man there's clearly something in here. You can trust me Sam. Between us, remember?"

"I um- it's.. a.. a butt plug....."

"Can I see?"

"S-sure man, I guess so."

What was supposed to be my own little secret was now about to be the center of attention. I felt like I was on display, completely helpless and immobile. As I felt him move from my side to directly behind me, both of his strong hands firmly gripped the waistband of my shorts and slide them down below my ass.

"Damn" he muttered as he slid his hands up the sides of my ass and softly gripped my cheeks to delicately pull them apart, causing me to shutter.

He moved his thumb closer towards my hole and hooked it into my thong, simultaneously pushing down slightly on my plug, and I heard myself involuntarily let out a soft, high pitched moan.

Taking this as his invitation, he pressed his thumb, this time more firmly, into the plug, and began to move it in a small circular motion.

This was all too much for me, and I started to let out delicate whimpers. Without realizing at first, I also began to gyrate my hips back slowly into his hand. I was rock hard and felt like I could cum at any moment from the pleasure shooting through my body.

Without a word, he suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes surprised, looking disappointed, and raised my head to look back at him. As I did so he was moving towards the front of me.

"Back to our first position, Sammie." He said firmly.

Without a hint of hesitation I shimmied myself back on my knees with my still exposed ass out and plopped down on my heels. I obediently placed my hands on my thighs once again and raised my eyes to meet his, eagerly awaiting his instruction.

"I think you're ready for your next lesson. Like I said before, what happens in these sessions stays between us, instructor and pupil. This next pose is going to be new for you, but I have a feeling you'll really enjoy it. And I will too. If you're ready to trust me and allow yourself to be guided and trained properly, nod your head yes. If you're not feeling ready to take the next step in your training, tell me now and we don't have to continue."

This was it. This was the moment that defined me and what I truly desired. As I knelt in front of Devon, it was clear what was about to happen, but only should I choose to do so. He was giving me the option. Wanted me to be the one to initiate, to willingly submit to my training and make the choice on my own.

Without breaking his gaze, I nodded my head yes.

"Good. Now as you know Sammie, yoga is both a physical and a mental practice. This next flow will be physically and mentally challenging and rewarding for you."

With that, he grabbed the waistband of his own shorts, and pulled them down in front of him, revealing the most amazing cock I could have ever dreamed of. He was still soft, and was easily 6 inches in length. It was a dark beautiful ebony, and in a word: powerful. His girthy shaft and circumcised head hung down to cover his balls, which were also massive. In comparison to my own, I could hardly even consider mine a cock. It was a clit compared to Devon; the head of his cock while soft was easily the size of my entire package. His pubes were nearly trimmed, and as he released his shorts and they dropped around his ankles, I was hit with the scent of his musk- masculine and virile. This was a true cock- this was true man.

As I sat in a daydream, I heard him snap me back to reality as he spoke. "Touch it."

I did as instructed, lifting my right hand and grabbing hold of his shaft by the base. I lifted it up- it was so fucking heavy. Instinctually, I began to lightly stroke it. As I did so he moved closer to me, so I was eye level with his cock and it was only a few inches from my face.

"Look up at me."

I did.

"Open."

I stuck out my tongue and held it out, not breaking eye contact as I continued to stroke him with my hand.

He grabbed my wrist and flung it down, which caused me to lose balance slightly. To stabilize myself, I clutched his muscular thigh and quickly brought up my other hand to meet his other leg. As I knelt there with both hands on the front his thighs, he grabbed his cock, which was growing larger and somehow more heavy, and began to slap it on my waiting tongue.

It felt like i was being hit with a baseball bat. I let out a low moan each time his cock head plapped against my tongue. After a few more smacks, he plopped it down and left it, removing his hand.

I took this as an invitation to close my lips over his head. I sighed deeply into him as my mouth closed and I felt his warmth. As I pressed my tongue along the underside of his head I tasted his precum. It was salty and sweet at the same time- it was delicious. I eagerly swallowed and as it coated my throat I moved my head slightly further down onto his shaft.

It felt like my jaw was going to snap, and I only managed to get him down about 3 inches- he was fully hard now, and by my calculations, I had about 6 to go. I had my work cut out for me!

I tried going down another inch or so, and suddenly gagged, forcing me to retreat, releasing his cock from my mouth with a plop that sounded like a suction cup and left a string of saliva hanging from my open mouth down to his head.

He smiled down at me and said "I knew you'd be a quick learner, but we obviously still have a lot of training to go."

"Yes, Devon," I responded.

"Yes Daddy" he returned.

My bitch switch was flipped. I suddenly felt at once all of my repressed emotions bubble to the surface, and in that moment all I wanted to do was please Dev- sorry, Daddy. I wanted to be his girl, his slut, his bimbo. I wanted to milk his cock and make him feel good. I wanted to be a slut for him and I was going to be the best slut he's ever had. While my own clitty was poking straight up in my panties, there was only one cock in the world that mattered, and it was Daddy's.

I quickly readjusted myself, smiled back up at him, made a cute pouty face, and in the most feminine, sexy, tantalizing voice I could, responded "Yes Daddy" and just as quickly dove back onto his cock like my life depended on it.

I began to bob my head up and down, first 2 inches, then 3, then 4. I raised my right hand to meet the base of his shaft and began to fondle his ballsack with my left. This coerced a deep moan out of him, which told me I was doing good.

I continued bobbing, occasionally pulling back to spit onto his shaft and work it in with my hand before diving back in.

After about 15 minutes of passionate sucking and determination, I had finally managed to get about 6 inches of him down my throat which caused me to gag again and pull back. I continued stroking him as I looked up "does it feel good Daddy?"

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