The Yoga Instructor

(This is a commissioned brainwashing fiction about a sexy yoga instructor toying with a new student. Girl on girl, kinda somewhat dubcon, includes a lil drug play too)

      A warmth hit Jamie as she stepped through the studio door. The air seemed thicker, sweeter. She spotted numerous essential oil diffusers dotted around the room, alongside some very healthy-looking tropical plants. She took a long, deep breath, and set down her yoga mat. Attractive people stood in loose circles at the back of the class, speaking in hushed, but happy tones. Jamie spotted their teacher. Well, first she spotted her teachers incredibly sculpted ass, then she noticed her in a more general sense. Gosh, everyone was so strong-looking. Mildly intimidated, Jamie fidgeted with her yoga mat and began to eye the exit. However, more and more attractive continued spilling into the room. Why was everyone so hot? 

Clearing her throat, and clapping her hands, the instructor grabbed the rooms attention. The room fell silent, and the groups spread out into the lines of yoga mats. Jamie awkwardly stepped to the back of the class, and rolled down her mat, hoping to hide in the mass of toned bodies. “Alright friends, it’s time to regulate our breathing!” spoke the instructor, exuding peppy competence. After a few collective deep breaths, Jamie found her shoulders relaxing, and found her worries subsiding. The instructor guided the class into a gentle warm-up, moving around the class to correct posture and positioning. Jamie surprised herself by her own inability to do yoga. She found her balance sway, and her breathing became ragged, as the rest of the class seamlessly positioned their limbs. The instructor approached Jamie’s mat, “Are you feeling alright?” asked the instructor, a delicate smile spreading on her lips. Her hands slid over Jamie’s thighs, gently guiding them in the right direction. “This is your first class, isn’t it?” she giggled, “I’m Danielle, it’s nice to meet you, Jamie. I can tell you’ll make an excellent student!”. Jamie smiled and blushed, unsure if she had said her name previously. But Danielle seemed, trustworthy. 

Having been gently guided into the correct position; Jamie felt pliable and oddly comforted by Danielle's presence.  Danielle stayed correcting Jamie for several positions, subtly sliding her hands all over the young woman's body. Excited by the attention, and continuous praise, Jamie let herself be moulded into the right shapes. In one particularly deep stretch, Jamie found Danielle's breath on her neck, and a gradual burn of arousal began between her legs. “You’re doing so well!” cooed the instructor, before reapproaching the top of the class. As the lesson progressed, Jamie found herself mirroring the others with ease. Her mind felt clear, breathing in deep gulps of the sweet-smelling air, looked fixedly at Danielle’s graceful body. Jamie felt her body almost moving of its own accord, stretching and flexing into whatever positions Danielle told her to. A blankness filled her, and she found herself not really having any thoughts, beyond her physical movement. She felt good, clear, but a little fuzzy. Like there was something she was forgetting. Time slipped by as the sun slid down the cityscape, a golden hue spread through the vapour-filled air. Looking around the class, everyone was so focused. But completely blank. Jamie saw a cloud of diffused air melt into the room again. Her eyes felt heavy, her body swayed, and a black fog flooded her vision. 

Hands wrapped around Jamie's waist. It was Danielle. “You’ve got to keep good posture for this position!” she said, running her finger up Jamie's spine. Immense pleasure shot up through her body. Jamie blushed and relaxed to the touch. “H-how long do these classes normally last?” Jamie wondered aloud, enjoying the continued touch on her back. “Shhhh.” A hand tugged her chin up, Jamie found herself looking into Danielle's eyes. “Oh darling, don’t worry about it, I don’t charge for this part” giggled the instructor. Jamie blinked, it was dark outside, and the class had entirely departed. She felt a stroke on her cheek. “Look at me” spoke Danielle, “Just give into it. Take a nice, deep breath for me.” Realizing she was on her knees, she slumped against the strong woman standing over her. Jamie obeyed and breathed the thick, vaporous air. Letting it fill her lungs, and mind. She felt calm, and completely empty. Danielle smiled and slid her hand between Jamie’s legs. “ Oh good girl! I knew you’d make a good student, ” she cooed in her ear. She was wet. So incredibly wet. Jamie let her yoga pants slide off her body. Soon she was naked, the moons light reflecting in the studios' mirrors, on the smooth wooden floor, and over Jamie’s bare breasts. Hands moved her body, positioning her again and again. She felt fingers everywhere, in her mouth, in her pussy. Jamie opened her eyes to watch herself squirt on the studio floor. Danielle was whispering in her ear, things her mind couldn’t consciously process. Nevertheless, she obeyed every word and pleasured overwhelmed her, as the world slid out of view. 

Jamie woke in her bed, naked. Her muscles ached. Her pussy felt a little raw. She saw her yoga mat, and workout clothes tossed in the corner. “How did I get home?” she wondered aloud. Then she felt the warmth in the bed beside her. It was Danielle. Jamie knew she’d be returning to yoga soon.