The Last Stand

Giving it my all, I started pushing her hands upwards once more. Her contemptuous look was replaced with one of worry. I started moving her once again. Little by little, my strength advantage would surely overcome her stamina eventually. Then in her desperation, she let go of my left hand and brought her right up to my neck, starting to **** me with it. I knew I had her now. Her weaker left hand was no match for my stronger right. And I was correct. I started pushing her back. But just as her left was no match for my right, mine was no match for hers. She just had too much leverage. I couldn’t budge her **** with one hand. I started losing air quickly, and the more air I lost, the weaker I became. I was no longer pushing her back. She was pushing me. The smirk returned to her face as she was once again confident in her absolute victory. She slammed my hand to the mat next to my head. My other hand was nothing more than show at this point. The last thing I heard before I went out was Judy’s voice saying ‘nighty night’ and then a soft giggle.

I woke up to a bitch slap to complete my utter humiliation. As I came to, I had **** but to look up at the face of the woman who had dominated me. She had her hands on her hips, looking as sexy as ever, staring daggers at me. I was too worn out to even move at this point, so I just stayed there resigned to my fate.

“I.”

“Beat.”

“You.” She punctuated that last word by pointing her index finger towards my prone body. I offered up zero resistance at this point, wanting nothing more than to just leave and forget this ever happened. Unfortunately she had other plans.

She stood up above me, hands still on hips, before bringing her right foot up and placing her toes right on my mouth.

“Kiss it, bitch.”

I had **** but compliance. I kissed her foot.

“Did I say you could stop?” She was reveling in her dominance now. She moved her foot across my face as I planted a kiss on every inch of it. Soon enough she was pleased. She stepped on my chest as she moved to one side of me. With nothing but her dainty foot, she managed to flip me over to my stomach.

“Now that we’ve settled who the bitch in this relationship is, I remember giving you an order. Go. Get. My. Shoes.” I was so afraid of her that I rushed to get up and get them, but before I could she stepped on the small of my back, pushing me back to the ground.

“Nope. Don’t walk, crawl.” I crawled for what felt like an eternity before I got to the other end of the room. I grabbed her shoes and socks and started crawling back. Judy started laughing at how obediently I was following her instructions. She took her stuff from me and warned me not to move an inch as she put on her footwear. After she was done, she looked down at me, moved her right foot back, and punt kicked me in the face. I turned and fell on my back. My vision was blurry, but I could still see her figure standing above me.

I wondered how I got here, laying at the feet of this yoga mom. She had not only beaten me, but dominated me physically, destroyed my body and ego, and utterly humiliated me. My thoughts were interrupted by her foot being planted on my chest.

“I really wish I could stay and play with you some more, but it’s getting really late. But don’t worry, I’ll see you in next class. Who knows, maybe you’ll willingly get my shoes for me then. Bye bye, bitch.” She blew me a soft, sexy kiss, before turning around and walking away.