Footwork

Regina led Brandi to the center of the mat, her eyes scanning the area to ensure they had enough space to work. "Alright, Brandi, now we're going to work on your footwork. Jiu-Jitsu footwork is crucial, and it's something you'll need to master if you want to be successful in this sport." Brandi nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. She could feel the tension in her bound hands, and the ache in her breasts, but she was determined to focus on the task at hand.

Regina demonstrated the basic stance, her feet shoulder-width apart, her knees slightly bent, and her weight evenly distributed. "This is the starting position. From here, you can move in any direction quickly and efficiently." Brandi mirrored Regina's stance, her breathing steady and even. Regina then began to move, her feet gracefully shifting from side to side, forward and backward. "See how my feet move in relation to my hips? This is called the 'step and slide' technique. It's essential for evading attacks and maintaining balance."

Brandi tried to replicate Regina's movements, but her bound hands hindered her. She stumbled a bit, her feet not quite in sync with her hips. Regina noticed her struggle and adjusted her teaching method. "Alright, let's start slow. Just focus on moving your feet, one at a time. As you become more comfortable, you can start incorporating the 'step and slide' technique."

Brandi nodded, grateful for the adjustment. She began to move her feet, first her right foot, then her left, her hips following each movement. The more she practiced, the more natural it felt. Regina's voice cut through the air, "You're pathetic, Brandi. You can't even manage to move your feet properly. What makes you think you can ever be any good at this?" Brandi flinched, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and humiliation.

She continued to practice, her movements now tainted by self doubt and insecurity. Regina's verbal **** continued, "Your form is terrible. You're just a waste of my time. You're going to embarrass yourself if you ever step onto a real mat. And don't think I'm going to hold your hand through this. You're on your own, Brandi. If you can't handle it, then you don't deserve to be here."

Tears welled up in Brandi's eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She gritted her teeth and **** herself to keep practicing, her mind filled with self loathing and doubt. Regina watched her, a smirk forming on her lips. She could sense Brandi's growing frustration and knew she was getting under her skin. It was a sick pleasure to see her student struggle, to know that she had the power to break her spirit.

As the lesson continued, Regina's criticisms grew more vicious, her words laced with venom. Brandi's confidence plummeted, and her movements became sloppy and erratic. But she persisted, driven by a twisted combination of determination and desperation. In the back of her mind, Brandi couldn't help but wonder if Regina was right. If she was truly as worthless and incompetent as her teacher claimed.

Regina moved to the center of the mat, her body tensing as she prepared to demonstrate a kick. "Alright, Brandi, now we're going to work on your kicks. This is an essential part of Jiu-Jitsu, and it's something you'll need to master if you want to be successful in this sport." Brandi nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. She watched Regina as she assumed a fighting stance, her right foot forward, her left foot slightly behind it.

Regina then swung her right leg back, her foot arching upwards, and delivered a powerful front kick to the target. "This is a front kick," Regina explained, her voice cold and calculated. "It's a versatile and powerful strike that can be used to control your opponent, knock them off balance, or even deliver a devastating blow. Now, try it." Brandi stepped forward, her right foot leading the way.

She swung her left leg back, her foot arching upwards, but her aim was off, and the kick fell short. Regina scoffed, "Pathetic. You're not even close. You need to focus on your technique. The power comes from your hips, not your legs. Now, try again." Brandi gritted her teeth and tried once more, her hips snapping forward, her foot connecting with the target with a loud thud.

Regina's lips curled into a sneer, "Better, but you still lack control. You're going to have to learn to control your power if you want to be any good at this." Brandi hung her head, feeling the weight of her failure. Regina moved on, demonstrating a leg sweep, her movements fluid and graceful.

"This is a leg sweep," she explained, her voice dripping with disdain. "It's a simple but effective technique that can take your opponent down in an instant. All you have to do is sweep their leg from the outside, and they'll go crashing to the ground." Brandi tried to replicate Regina's movements, but her inexperience and lack of skill made the technique clumsy and ineffective. Regina watched her , shaking her head in disapproval.

"You're hopeless, Brandi. You can't even master the basics. Maybe you should just give up and save yourself the embarrassment."

Brandi's eyes welled up with tears, but she refused to let them fall. "No, I won't give up," she said defiantly. "I'll keep trying until I get it right."

Regina smirked, her eyes gleaming with predatory intent. "You're determined, I'll give you that. But I'm not going to let you off the hook so easily. I'm going to show you what a real leg sweep feels like."

She stepped forward, her hands gripping Brandi's shoulders. "Brace yourself," she warned, before delivering a powerful leg sweep that sent Brandi crashing to the mat. Regina towered over her, her lips curled into a wicked grin.

"Now, you see how it's done, Brandi. You're going to have to learn to control your power, or else you'll end up on the losing end every time." Brandi lay on the mat, her heart pounding, as Regina stepped forward, her foot pressing down on Brandi's throat. "And as a little reminder, you're going to lick my feet now. Show me who's in control."

Brandi's cheeks flushed with humiliation, but she knew there was no escape. Slowly, she reached up and began to lick Regina's feet, her tongue tracing the arch of her foot, her toes, and finally, her sweaty soles. Regina watched, a predatory grin on her face, as Brandi obeyed, her body trembling with shame and desire.