The Next Class

I wanted nothing more to do with Judy or the rest of that yoga class. If I had my way, I would just never go back to any of that nonsense. But unfortunately, it wasn't my choice at this point. My coach had gotten the contact information of the yoga instructor before my first session, and he had asked her to provide an update about my attendance after every session. I was stuck.

My plan to avoid her for the foreseeable future was to just show up early to the classes, take my place at the near side of the room surrounded by people so that Judy couldn't wiggle her way in next to me, have my shit packed in advance, and make it out immediately after we finished so that she couldn't catch me there at all.

It was a decent plan. So the next class I had arrived 10 minutes early, ready to enact it. What I saw truly shocked me.

It was Judy. Every single other time, she was late for class. Why had she decided to start coming early now? Surely it couldn't be a coincidence. That bitch wanted to be alone with me.

Either way she was standing there, hands on hips, smug smile and all, as she stared at me walking in to the room. She was wearing the same exact outfit she did the last time we saw each other, which seemed like a deliberate move to get into my head. As I walked in I heard her start to speak to me.

"Finally, it took you long enough. Now be a dear and help me get ready. Those shoes and socks won't take themselves off!"

I was livid. Who did this woman think she was? I knew I had to take a stand now or else I would never be able to get her to stop. It was now or never. I walked up to her, crossed my arms, and simply said 'No.' I was staring down at her, trying to make myself seem bigger than her, trying to intimidate her into backing down. But all that seemed to have the exact opposite effect. She still had that smug smirk plastered over her face, as if she was waiting for me to try and defy her.

"Ok then, I guess I'll have to make you do it." Just then she lashed her right foot forward into my balls. Because my hands were crossed together, I could not use them to defend myself, so her kick caused me to sink to my knees on the ground in front of her.

I looked back and saw her raising her right hand up, palm open ready to strike me. She bitch slapped me hard as my head whipped to the right side. Before I had time to process anything, she proceeded to do the same to my other side, rattling my brain in the process. I was livid at this point and I wanted to rip her head off.

Before she could slap me for a third time, I grabbed both her hands and started to stand up, using my superior strength to subdue her. I was so focused on her upper body though that I failed to see her knee rising into my crotch. The first strike stopped me dead in my tracks. The second **** me to try and let go of my hands to defend myself. Unfortunately, she was the one holding on tight to them now, which meant that the third one struck me back down to my knees.

I stared up at the familiar sight of her. At this point I was used to staring up at her. And her used to staring down at me. It cemented our relationship dynamics to an extent. She had become the dominant one, and I the submissive, despite how hard it would be to believe if one looked at us from the outside.

She went back to raining down slaps at me left and right, not giving me a moment to breath between each one. Slowly but surely she sapped the fight out of me as my head was torn from side to side thanks to her unrelenting barrage of attacks. Soon enough I was done, so I started begging.

"Please stop. I give. You win."

I was staring down at the ground, too humiliated to look at her. But then she grabbed my hair with one hand while placing the other under my chin, forcing me to look up at the woman who had conquered me with nothing more than a few kicks and girly slaps.

"Good. Now I remember giving you an order."

Without hesitation I bent down and untied her shoes, taking them off before moving to her socks. But before I could do anything she stopped me.

"On your back." I complied quickly. "Remove them with your mouth." It was a humiliating act for sure, but I didn't want to fight this woman any longer. She had completely destroyed me. So slowly I peeled off her stinky socks with my mouth. Afterwards she placed one of her feet on top of my face, and before she had even given the command I started to kiss and lick every inch of it, and then I gave the other one the same treatment. She giggled at the fact she didn't even have to order me to worship her for me to comply. I had willingly accepted the fact that I was her bitch.

"Ok, that's enough for now. Go set my mat up for me." I was glad it was over for now, but I knew Judy had more in store for me.