Fictional Story: Hot Yoga
By: Scissorman

Christina and I had been together a year, tonight we were going to celebrate with a meal at our favorite steakhouse and then spend the night in one of Chicago’s finest hotels. We had just gone to the ATM and withdrew a thousand bucks that we had been saving for this night. The only thing we had to do before getting our night under way was a session of Hot Yoga, we would go to the class, check into the hotel, have a shower, a quickie and go out.
I was not really into yoga, but I had gotten Christina into it, as a means of dealing with her anger. Christina was one of Chicago’s finest. We had met last year, when I was at a concert. Things had gotten a little rough and the police had to calm things down. I was in the mix of things trying to mind my own business, when I found myself laid out on the ground on my stomach with an officer cuffing me. That officer was Christina. Another officer saw what happened and had Christina uncuff me and apologize. Christina was seriously sorry. I think she did not want to get into trouble and she had just freaked a bit. I was happy with her apology and somewhat turned on by Christina’s physical prowess, so I made a deal with her that I would not file a complaint if she took me out to dinner. Christina agreed but promised to punish me for bribery and we have spent the last twelve months together.
Everything with Christina had been great, but she did have an anger issue and was not afraid to go off on someone quickly. She really was a sweetheart, but from time to time she got bullyish. On a couple occasions I had seen her push girls around at the bar. That was pretty common among cops, but Christina always blamed her temper on her Italian father and Mexican mother. I suggested yoga as I know it helped center other people I knew, and it would also help Christina stay in shape. Christina was hot, she was 5’6 and 150 lbs. She had big hips and big thighs, but they were toned and curved. Her belly had a little baby fat, but was also firm underneath. She had long black hair, brown eyes and a tan that pulled it all together. All that said, she came from a family that loved to eat and Christina had to work hard to keep her figure. All through high school and college Christina had been a standout on both the field hockey and softball teams and she was a trained officer, so she was in good shape but wanted to stay that way.
When we walked into the yoga studio, I almost passed out. It was Hot Yoga, which is an American term for a kind of yoga that is done in excessive heat, I guess it cleanses you better when you sweat. The other reason I was dizzy, was the instructor. If you’ve ever been to a yoga studio, the thing that always bothers you as a male is that you know there are some women with smoking bodies, but they are always wearing those baggie yoga outfits. This instructor was different. She wore an off white, one piece outfit that was sort of like a gymnast suit, but not as tight and the backside was a thong. She wore these little turquoise shoes that looked like a pair of Ked’s, but maybe lighter. She was beautiful, I’d say about twenty three years old. She had long brown hair with bangs in the front. She had a little cute French nose, brown eyes, and a body to die for. She stood about Christina’s height, 5’6 and I would put her at 115 lbs. but I could be underestimating, as muscle weighs more than fat. She was perfectly muscular. She had one of those bodies where everything was defined. Her shoulders and back were smallish, but very toned and her stomach was rippling. Her arms were the same and had a skinny strong look to them. Her ass was on display and perfect, firm enough to bounce quarters, soft enough to look a little puffed out and shapely. Her legs were probably her most impressive feature. Her thighs were sculpted muscle, again, sort of like a gymnast, but not quite that big, her calf’s were bulging, but again looked a little elongated. She had the body of a professional dancer. Her skin was not tanned but was olive and smooth. She spoke with a French accent and told us she was visiting from France. I forgot her name, but Christina and I called her Frenchie.
I looked around the class of about twenty, there was only one other male, a guy about forty five or so who I looked over too and we gave each other a look of recognition, having to do with Frenchie. Christina and I were both thirty one at the time, I’d say that was the average age, with several younger girls and several older.
We were all doing our own stretching, getting ready for the class. Christina came over to me and loudly stated “I hate this arrogant slut teacher.” She said it loud enough for several people to hear, including Frenchie.
After a couple minutes, Frenchie started the class. She explained that she was going to introduce some advanced poses, but would show us modified poses for those who couldn’t handle them.
Frenchie got us all into poses, then she started to circulate around the room, giving individual attention. She was helping this twenty something looking blonde who looked like she had a killer body underneath those yoga pants. Frenchie had the blonde stretched to the max. She had one leg on the ground and Frenchie was behind her pushing the other leg up. The blonde was grimacing, trying to keep herself from showing weakness but the stretch was too much, I heard her groan “please your going to hurt me.”
“You must push yourself!” yelled Frenchie as she released her leg and went on to another victim.
She continued walking around the room pushing, pulling and punishing her students, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She was smoking hot and watching her, control her class and push her students to meet and accept pain was making my cock hard.
“I’ll be right over” she said, as she looked over at me.
Fuck! I thought to myself as I saw Christina giving me a look. I just wanted to watch, and I must have gotten caught. I didn’t want to be stretched into a pretzel.
Frenchie made her way over. She had me standing on my right foot and holding out my left behind me. She then took my left arm and stretched it out before me. She had one arm underneath my arm the other hand pushing down on the underside of my wrist which she had turned upside down. If this was wrestling, I would be in an armbar submission, but as it wasn’t, she was not pressuring the hold, and it stiffened my stance up, giving me more balance, still her grip was firm. Next she asked me to hold out the other arm. As I did, she intertwined her fingers in both of my hands and stepped in front of me holding out both arms. Her back was to me, as she simultaneously held my arms out in front of me and gave directions to the rest of the class, while surveying the room.
“Get your neck out straight!” she barked at me while squeezing my fingers. I did as I was asked, and when I did, her beautiful ass was about six inches from my face, I could practically smell her. As she kept a tight grip on my fingers, I stared spellbound. After about five minutes I was in pain from the stretch and I was sporting some serious wood.
Frenchie let go of my hands and walked over to my side, blocking any view Christina would have had. She ran her fingers down the side of my leg and rib cage. Then she very lightly ran her finger up the underside of my now raging hard on, when she reached the head, she gently ringed it with her fingers.
“Oooohhhhh God” I moaned in a guttural groan that you might only hear in sex, I almost came.
“What the fuck?” yelled Christina who hadn’t seen everything but was still getting mad.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you want help?” Asked, Frenchie as she went over and stretched Christina into world of pain. Frenchie had Christina’s legs tied up in knots while she made Christina try to lift her body with her arms. Christina grunted and groaned with effort and pain.
After an hour of excessive heat, crazy stretches, and a case of blue balls, the class was over. Christina and I were stretching out and waiting for the class to disperse and leave the crowded parking lot. Frenchie was getting her things together and yelled over, “How did you like that class?”
“Pretty good I yelled but it wasn’t very yoga like” I said, referring to her harshness and the lack of soothing attitude that you would normally find in a yoga session.
“Well, I’m a big believer in the physical attributes of yoga, but I’m not as into the spirituality, I believe people need to be pushed, like your girlfriend, she’s gonna be fat if you don’t push her.
“Fuck you bitch, I should whoop your ass” yelled a furious Christina.
“I’m sure you would if you could” cooed Frenchie.
“I got a thousand bucks to put up. I’ll kick your ass all over this studio.”
Frenchie walked over to her bag, “I’ve only got five hundred, but I’d love to bet that.”
“You’re on bitch” screamed Christina.
Part of me could not believe that Christina wanted to put five hundred dollars on the fight, how did things escalate to this level this fast? The other part of me knew she would win. Christina had between twenty five and thirty pounds on Frenchie. She was trained in martial arts and was a very strong girl anyway, especially her legs. Christina and I wrestled all the time. I won about sixty percent of the time, but she was a real challenge and beat me for real with regularity. There was no way she would lose.
So it was agreed upon, a classic submission only style wrestling match with the winner taking all the money. Christina took off her yoga pants. She had on a tank top and a pair of pink laced bikini underwear that hugged her curves and showed off her biggish but shapely ass and those wicked plump, toned thighs.
The two met each other on the mat. Christina put her hands up so that they would engage in a test of strength. After locking hands, it appeared that Christina was a little stronger, but not as much as I would have thought. It seemed as though Christina knew this too, as she went for a quick twist of the arm. Christina managed to get Frenchie’s arm behind her back, but Frenchie reacted quickly and contorted herself and escaped the hold almost magically.
The two faced each other again, Frenchie smiling and happy with her accomplishment. Christina was moving cautiously when Frenchie jumped at her. Frenchie wrapped her legs around Christina’s waist and then her arms around her neck in a neck hug. Christina glanced over at me nervously as Frenchie tightened up the grips. In a great show of leg strength Christina jumped up and down with Frenchie stuck on her but was unable to shake Frenchie. After standing there looking confused for about a minute, Christina dropped to her knees.
“Slam her to the mat” I yelled.
Christina did slam her, about five times, “she won’t let go!” Christina moaned.
“Just lay down and put your weight on her, get your energy back!” I advised.
It was at this point that I saw the first look of concern on Christina’s face as she was clearly feeling the strength of the smaller woman. Christina did as I asked and just lay there and after about a minute, you could see Frenchie was getting annoyed. Frenchie tried to put the squeeze on, but her position was not great and Christina was able to fight through the pressure. Aware that she was not going to win the fight from her position, Frenchie suddenly jolted sideways and was able to force both fighters to their sides with the original holds still in place.
Frenchie let the headlock go and moved her legs into a better position around Chrstina’s waist. Frenchie started to squeeze and Christina was grimacing in pain. For a minute, I thought it was over but Christina fought the pain and was hanging in the fight.
I have to say, I was shocked. Frenchie was all over Christina and appeared to have the edge in strength and flexibility, I was starting to see our night heading in a bad direction. Just as things were looking bad, Christina was able to get her elbow buried into Frenchie’s inner thigh and push hard enough to force Frenchie to open her legs.
The two wrestled around on the mat. Frenchie lounged forward and put her elbow into Christina’s belly. She wrestled Christina onto her back and pinned Christina’s back to the mat with her head in Christina’s belly. Christina took both hands and pushed Frenchie’s head forward, she simultaneously swung her legs up, she was able to capture Frenchie’s head in a side headscissor’s.
“Yeah! Squeeze her baby crush her fuckin head!” I yelled with excitement.
Christina big thighs surrounded Frenchies head, Christina began to pour on the pressure. Frenchie was panting softly, but was not showing weakness despite the fact that her head was being crushed. Christina loosened for a second but then moved into a figure four headscissor’s. She tried to force Frenchie’s face into her ass, but Frenchie was able to move her head to the side. None the less, Frenchie’s face was being crushed between Christina’s legs and ass.
Then Christina started to move herself upward, she was getting into an upright position with Frenchie still trapped between her legs, Christina moved into facesit position, Frenchie’s head still in a figure four scissors, her face being crushed into the mat by Christina’s ass and weight.
“Hell yeah Chris, we can spend that money tonight” I yelled triumphantly.
“How do like that ass now Fenchie, kiss it bitch, your mine!” teased Christina.
With Christina in such a dominant position we started to celebrate, just then Frenchie got one leg behind Christina’s back. “Get her other leg” I yelled.
Christina was trying to capture Frenchie’s other leg. Frenchie had her leg moving lively in the air. Frenchie kicked out with the leg and kicked Christina on the side of the neck. Christina lost her focus and Frenchie got it behind her back. Fenchie locked her ankles behind Christina’s back and pulled Christina forward. Christina only moved slightly, keeping the figure four headscissors. The two stayed locked in place for several minutes when Christina tried to surge back upwards and break the leglock that was threatening to pull her off Frenchie and into a bodyscissors. Her effort was valliant but she was unable to better her position. Then it was Frenchie’s turn, knowing Christina would be tired from her effort, she pulled hard with her legs, trying to pull Christina forward, it worked and Christina fell over with her hands bracing her on the mat, she still had Frenchie’s head locked between her thighs. Frenchie took quick advantage and adjusted her legs up and captured Christina’s head.
The two women were on their sides holding each other’s heads between their thighs. They were both quiet considering their positions’. They were wrestling for better position and escape. Frenchie’s head was in the same place it had been for fifteen minutes or so, with her face pasted to Christina’s ass. Frenchie had really gotten a nice hold on Christina’s head which was being held about two inches from Frenchie’s ass. The two sat in this position for what must have been ten minutes. It was two female warriors in the battle of their lives.
Frenchie was really working to free her head. She had been in this headscissors for about fifteen minutes now, her head was sweaty and her resolve strong. I could see her making some progress as she was at least able to move her head.
“Don’t let her out” I yelled.
“I can’t hold her!” screamed Christina as Frenchie pulled her head free.
Once Frenchies head was free she forced Christina onto her back. She loosened her scissors and slipped further back until she felt Christina’s nose and chin get lodged in her ass crack.
“Aaaarrrrggghhhhhhh fuck!” screamed Christina.
“Get your legs around her” I yelled. Frenchie was in the same position Christina was when her head was caught, I thought Christina might be able to lock up Frenchie’s head again or at least a bodyscissors.
Christina shot her legs up. Unfortunately Frenchie was ready and caught both legs under her arms. She bent Christina’s and held them tight under her arms. She arched her back increasing the pressure making the hold vice like. Christina moaned as her face was locked into ass kiss position.
Frenchie looked back smiling “here have a kiss” she teased as she let out a fart.
“Uuuurrrrgghhhh it smells, that’s gross” cried Christina
“Turn your head baby, hang in there” I yelled.
“I can’t turn my head you asshole, she’s got it locked too tightly” she replied.
I got to my knees to take a better look. Christina’s head was encased. Frenchie’s muscular thighs had Christina’s head locked all up in them. The lock was around her head, not her neck, which allowed Christina not to be choked out, but her head was completely unable to move and her face and nose were buried in Frenchie’s ass crack.
“Come on baby shake free, free your legs.”
Christina shook and squirmed but all movements were small and contained, her legs and head were going nowhere. Christina held on for what must have been ten minutes while Frenchie squeezed and farted. Christina’s face was red and sweaty. She looked defeated
As I bent down beside her, I saw tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry to lose our money baby but I can’t get free, she’s too strong” cried Christina.
“It’s okay Chris, just submit and let’s have our night” I replied.
“I give! Get off me you fuckin Euro Bitch!” screamed Christina.
Frenchie didn’t budge. “Kiss my ass, if your going to talk like that, your gonna have to kiss my ass to get free you fat American Bitch!”
Christina went nuts, all the parts of her body that were free were flailing all over, her feet were flung into the air, her fist pounded Frenchie’s thigh’s, open hand’s slapped Frenchie’s ass. She screamed and yelled. It made no difference, she could not budge.
“ Get her off of me now!” Christina screamed at me.
I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I better try something or I was gonna be dealing with a mad ass Christina for weeks to come. I’m about 5’6 155lbs. myself. I don’t workout, I play ball here and there but I’m not the strongest guy around. I Bent down and tried to pull Frenchie off, she had both holds locked on and she was not gonna be pulled off by me. Next I got back on my knees, I put my hands between Frenchie’s thighs and tried to pry them apart. Frenchie laughed as I grunted and groaned, I could not move her legs an inch. I could have punched her in the face, but that was too much, that would mean real trouble and trouble for Christina and her job. Christina had gotten herself into this and she would have to get herself out.
“I can’t get her off you, kiss her ass and let’s go.” I yelled.
Christina tried again to throw Frenchie off her. It wasn’t even close, Frenchie took one of her legs and positioned it behind Christina’s head and pulled Christina’s head as deep within her thighs as one could go then increased the squeeze. Christina was no longer able to speak as her mouth was in Frenchie’s ass.
“She’s kissing my ass now! “Laughed Frenchie.
Frenchie eased up a bit and let Christina breathe, “please, I can’t breathe, I submit” cried Christina
Frenchie finally let her go. She walked over and took her money. I helped a beaten Christina to the car and drove her to the emergency room for a neck brace. Christina has never been quite so loud since.