Touch Therapy

~~ Gentle Guidance ~~

Sandra was led into a brightly lit studio. She saw the floor mats made from colorful plastic and rubber. Each one spaced out evenly on the ground. The air was clean but with an herbal scent.

"You're shaking a little," Liam's eyebrows lowered slightly. "This pose is normally done last, but we'll start with it to help you relax."

Sandra was silent. She was already wondering why she agreed to this.

"May I?" Liam said, hovering a hand behind her back. Placing it gently when her head nodded, he guided her to the floor.

"Are you familiar with corpse pose? Simply lying down on your back." He began instructing.

Sandra knelt down slowly and shifted herself into a comfortable position. Her back straight on the ground she felt like a mummy. Albeit without the gruesomely unspeakable acts that would follow. Sandra's journey to the metaphorical Duat would involve the exact opposite of wrapping.

"Just relax a bit my dear. Remember why we do yoga," Liam gave a friendly smile. "It’s the union of body, breathing, and mind."

Liam took a deep breath, signaling Sandra to do the same. The air filled her lungs as her muscles began to lose their tension. About a minute passed before he spoke up again.

"Now we'll try something more active. We will be sticking to Yin Yoga, which focuses on slow poses rather than active exercise." His hand guided her legs up, and her arms to her knees. Sandra struggled a little to stay balanced on her butt. Liam stayed close and caught her when she began to tremble.

"Your clothing," He scanned her for a moment, "They’re comfortable and loose. This is good, but they might get in the way.

This statement seemed harmless enough, but also utterly meaningless. Liam knew the clothing made little difference even as baggy as it was. He suspected Sandra would know this as well and insist that it's fine.

"I suppose so," she breathed out.

He nodded in understanding.

"It's just us here, you're safe to remove something. You can even start slowly, just your shirt for example."

Sandra recoiled. Her breathing quickened and relaxation came to a complete halt. She couldn't believe what he so casually suggested. But no voice left her mouth. Only her racing thoughts to fill the void he just left.

Her mind clearly wasn't thinking straight. She didn't know what was driving her to do as he said. All she did was move her trembling hands to the hem of her shirt. After another few moments, she pulled it off. Mentally freaking out as she did.

Liam tried not to look surprised, his face stayed firm but kind. His suspicions were correct. She really did just need a little push. She wanted to do this, and didn't put up a fight.

He said nothing and just took her shirt in hand. For a brief moment he looked her over.

That shirt was doing her no justice at all. Sandra's baggy clothing hid just how good she looked underneath. Her curves were perfect, and her chest was a bombshell. It's clear Sandra thought otherwise. Her face flushed and her arms sheepishly covered her bra in the sudden exposure. She didn't even look at him. Her eyes stared straight at the floor.

Liam figured she was just getting her bearings. He placed her shirt in a basket on top of a cabinet safe and sound for her. After a few moments he spoke up.

"Ready for the next position?"

Sandra tried to hide her growing nervousness as her limbs were guided once more into place. His hands would gently graze her bare abdomen. She'd wince every once in a while. But she kept going.

"Your legs will move more easily too if you remove what's restricting them," Liam suggested. He purposely worded this as vaguely as he could.

"R-Right," Sandra's voice quivered. She felt her hands one again move to take something off she never expected to. Her face burned as she slid her baggy sweatpants down her legs. Once again revealing just how good she looked when she wasn't hiding it.

Her face lowered in hot shame. Meanwhile he tossed the pants in the basket along with her shirt. She stood there dumbstruck. In her underwear and nothing else, and at her work... With her boss.

One thing she couldn't deny though was how energized she was beginning to feel. Her body felt limber and vigorous. It was clear Liam was as good at this as all the regulars claimed.

The fact that she'd gone this far already convinced Liam enough to let her keep going.

"Continue to free yourself from your restraints." Liam's hands glided across her skin. Both in guidance, and giving her the contact she secretly craved.

Sandra was in a daze. She was in too deep now. Her hands once again reluctantly removed a piece of clothing. A rather large bra was handed to him in one hand. The other slowly moved from covering position.

"One last time Sandra, and we can continue unimpeded," he breathed quietly in her ear.

~~ Nude movements ~~

Sandra stood there completely naked in the middle of the studio. She shifted her weight between her feet and covered herself in her hands. She was so embarrassed she didn't know how it got this far.

"You're doing amazing Sandra," Liam smiled. He was equally amazed and impressed at how this was going. It wasn't over yet though. A few more poses would break through her mental blocks.

It felt as if every yoga pose was designed to be humiliating while naked. But she followed through while he guided each one. His hands lingering on her skin more and more, but never taking advantage of certain areas. Her legs, hips, back, shoulders, stomach, all felt the touch of his surprisingly soft hands.

Sandra's body was flecked in sweat. She can't remember the last time she spoke a single word. All she did was follow orders while her mind questioned its own sanity.

Bzzzzzt- The familiar sound of a phone going off caught her off guard.

"Oh sorry. That's mine," Liam sighed before standing up. His eyebrow raised, "I should probably take this dear. I sincerely apologize. I'll take it in the other room and try to be quick."

"Okay," Sandra whispered. It felt like the first time she spoke in hours. All her energy was going into not panicking.

Liam stepped into the hall and quickly disappeared into another room. Meanwhile Sandra was left feeling ridiculous standing naked in the studio. Her arms reached out and her legs wobbled.

There was a brief silence save for her own heartbeat. The only other noise in the building was the sound of the front door opening. This was coupled with the muffled conversation of a small group of people. Making their way further inside.