Morning Exercise 1

I wake up to your scent. I can feel your warmth in bed next to me. I look at my phone to see if I'm allowed to wake you yet. It's 7:45, well past your do not disturb time, so I set my phone down and snuggle my ass back against you. No response yet. I start to rub myself gently back and forth against you. I'm rewarded by a quiet growl. I smile and press my hips back, sliding my hand onto your hip and down your leg. Another tiny wiggle from my hips gets an active response, as you pull me closer and bite my shoulder, holding me in place with your hand firmly grabbing my chest.

"Good morning, Sir."

"Good morning, boi."

I rock my hips back against you, starting a rhythm that makes your cock stir just a little, getting ready to start the day. I roll over to face you and give you a good morning kiss. I start to slide my hand down your stomach with a smile and -

"No. Not this morning. Go brush your teeth and do your yoga. I have daily expectations for you, and I'm not interested in treating you before your service today"

I sigh. "Yes, Sir."

I finish up in the bathroom and pad out to the living room to do my morning yoga practice, only to find a note waiting for me.

"Clodia. I'd like to participate more actively in your practice for me this morning. Wait here, kneeling, with your eyes closed, until I give you further instructions. -L"

Anticipation rises in my chest, and a little anxiety - I love/hate your surprises. But I comply, waiting in Hero's pose, trying to slow my breath and sink into my body.

I hear your footsteps, feel you stand beside me and place a hand on my head. I lean against your leg slightly.

"Can you do your yoga with your eyes closed, boi?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. I think it distracts you when you can see me enjoying your service through your yoga. Is that true?"

"Yes and no. In some ways, your presence is relaxing, and I know you want me to do my best, so I am able to stop thinking and sink into meditation more easily than usual. But, I can also feel your attention. It's comforting, but a bit arousing. A small part of me wants to show off for you."

"Interesting. Well, this morning, you get to show off. I'm joining you. Not in that I will be doing yoga. I have no interest in that. But I want to inspect your poses more closely. When I say hold, you will stay in that position until I tell you to continue. I may examine you in a variety of ways. I need to know what my things are doing when I'm not around. But you don't get to know what I'm up to. Keep your eyes closed. Otherwise, I want you to perform your practice as you normally would - but do make it a nice, long, active one. Understood?"

"Yes Sir."

"You may begin." And you step back, leaving me on the floor.

I take a deep breath. Fold forward into child's pose, my forehead touching the floor and arms in front of me. I recapture my breath and rise on to all fours. I arch my back into a deep sway and lift my face, breathe out and curve my spine, tucking in my chin and hips. I repeat, but the third time my chin and hips lift, I hear

"Hold. What a nice view. All accessible."

You must have been much closer than I thought, because I feel your hand cup my breast and squeeze. I try to maintain my breath and my posture.

"The view from behind is nice too. I can see all of your cunt. Continue." And you let go.

My hips lift into downward dog. My heels raise and lower, stretching out my hamstrings. Step forward, stand, stretch into the air. You say nothing, but press yourself against my back. I stand a little straighter.

"I didn't say hold. Continue."

I fold forward, which presses my hips against you - unlike me, you are dressed. How disappointing. Press down to the floor, arch up to cobra, back to downward dog. This time I feel your hand caress my ass before you say hold. You've fucked me in this position before. Not today. Today, you slap me on the ass, three times, each a little harder. Pass your hand over my cunt, feeling it beginning to become wet from your attention. Reach down and wipe your hand on my shoulder.

"Very strong, boi. Continue."

I pass through a simple flow, lunging, arching. Periodically you pause me to feel my muscles, my chest. I hold chair pose for so long my legs feel like they are about to buckle, but for you, I don't break, even as my breath starts to come fast and shallow, even as you pinch my thigh hard enough for me to cry out. The next two downward dogs are punctuated with spankings, hard enough to leave handprints, but I do not lose my balance. I can't - you want to see me at my strongest. Feel my shoulders, my arms, my leg muscles at work. Like a thoroughbred.

I begin another flow. Crescent lunge - you feel my glutes and hamstrings. Warrior 2 - triceps, quads. Triangle, I perform with no inspection, but when I lean into a wide legged forward fold and you call hold, I sense I'm likely to be here a while. A hand on my neck, one on my ankles. It slides up my leg, grabs my ass firmly.

"You've been working hard, boi. That pleases me."

You fingers caress my cunt and slide in without resistance.

"So does this." I shiver a little and press back. "No no, don't compromise your pose on my account."

I lean my weight forward toward my toes again. "Better. I like when you're eager. When my attention gets you excited. But you do not change your practice, unless specifically told to do so."

"Yes, Sir."

You pull your hand out, to my dismay. "Continue."

I made it through the rest of that side with no interruptions. I begin the other side, same sequence, as always. When I reach the forward fold again, you tell me to stop. I think I'm ready, but this time, with no preparation, I feel your cock slide into me. I gasp, and almost fall forward; with my hands holding the sides of my feet, my balance is more tenuous than in some poses.

"Very good, boi. That can't have been easy."

You slide in and out. I try so hard not to move out of the pose, only breathing harder. It only takes about 15 seconds, though, for me to start pressing back onto you, rocking my hips. When I move, you abruptly pull out.

"Continue."

I manage to avoid whining in frustration, but barely. Begging has its time and place, but whining is just rude.

I proceed through an extra-long practice. Every time, for the rest of the practice, that my cunt is exposed, you make me pause, and slide inside. Every downward dog, every standing split, bridge, boat, plow. But only as long as I don't break form. My abs get tired from holding poses, from holding myself back. But I always break form. Not responding to your touch is too hard. Finally I make it through. Savasana - corpse pose. As I lie still, breathing slowing down, I feel your warmth as you lie down beside me. You rest your hand in the center of my chest, the pressure reassuring me. Once I have achieved stillness, and recovered my breath I stir.

"Sir? My practice is done now. My I open my eyes?"

"Yes, Clodia."

I open my eyes to see you smiling at me.

"Thank you for your service. I can see how hard you've been working. Would you like a reward?"

"I don't need one Sir. Serving you is enough."

"In that case, I'll say it's for me. It always is anyway."

You climb on top of me, pressing my legs apart.

"This time, boi, you are free to fuck me back as much as you'd like."

And as you slide in, I sigh in relief, arms winding around you. I'm so glad not to hold back, to be free to beg for more, to plead for permission to cum. After complete, perfect movement, perfect relaxation. No better way to do yoga.