YOGA INSTRUCTOR – BOUND AND INSTRUCTED

  Melinda Carter was curvy bubbly and about as solid and dependable as a roll of bubble wrap. She had a beautiful, toned body balanced by an almost empty mind. 
  She bounced about quickly from one fad and opinion to the next. Her thoughts were like a butterfly flapping about haphazardly, forced to change direction by any strong gust of wind. One day she would be setting up a wicker shrine, with dream catchers and quartz crystals. The next she would be on an all-Soy diet while reading the dubious works of some self-help guru and lapping up every ridiculous bit of nonsense that she was presented within, but the girl was far too gullible for her own good, something that would soon cause her a world of trouble. 
  She was a little too trusting of anything she saw or read. Perhaps she had been sheltered a little too much, perhaps it was just a bad roll of the dice when they were handing out personalities. She worked as a personal trainer and group instructor for a gym, leading various exercise classes yoga Pilates etc, as well as being paid to do the exact same thing for richer single clients who tried to substitute individual instruction for motivation. With her lithe body wrapped in tight Lycra and spandex she was a fantastic addition to the gym’s marketing materials. The perfect advertisement of what you could achieve with a constant program of rigorous exercise dieting and ridiculously tight clothing, which they happened to sell as well.
  If they told her to sell some sort of exercise tool or diet supplement, then she would nod attentively. She would turn to her class or current client and claim that all her looks and sensational body was all the result of whatever she was peddling at that particular moment. Melinda was a good employee, smart enough to follow orders and run through a script but not smart enough to ask any further questions or ask for a more sizeable bonus. In many respects she was an empty vessel that anyone else management or marketing could pour their ideas into. She was somewhat of a sponge with little going on upstairs, vacuous and quite obsessed with her looks.

  The gym management would put her in front of the big glass window, next to the entrance door with their nicest exercise room on display. So that her class could be seen, to draw new members in and to show off the best of what the gym had to offer. There was the implicit assumption that if only you pay the membership fee and put in the time you two could look like this. When it came time for people to renew their subscription, with Melinda flashing them a smile it was very hard to cancel your gym membership. It was very hard for some members of the demographics to finish their sentences around her, and she was just smart enough to pick up on that and use it to her advantage. 
  She was someone who could do a task and keep doing it without boredom setting in, she liked to exercise 100 repetitions without a thought and could keep going. Music helped but there was a certain mindset that would just keep going. The same way other people could sit down and watch an entire box set or movie marathon to the end, she could keep exercising. 
  
  Melinda had, at an early age transitioned from a gym bunny to being paid to effectively show off to others the gym and the regular classes that she ran, with lots of platitudes, pep and a big beaming smile. It was one of the few stable things in her life, a regular pay-check allowing her to finance the rest of her random passions and passing fancies. Allowing her to fill up her cupboards with bongos’, crystals and stuffed toys.

  One of the gyms members was a red headed girl called Sabrina, she had been in a lot of Melinda's classes, and she watched the gym instructor with a great deal of fascination, to the point where she put down more serious money and booked an advanced yoga class with the trainer. 
 Now, this was a private session quite late and quite remote-a place where basically Sabrina had been asking Melinda to show off all sorts of poses and positions to stretch to the limits of her body. 
  The instructor had been ambivalent to the hungry eyes that had roamed over her body and she hadn't paid too much attention to a hand or two out of place that always had some excuse. She wanted to feel the knotted muscles on her body. She barely thought anything off it when the two of them ended up almost knotted together on the floor as she was using all her strength to try and force her pupils’ limbs into one of the stricter poses. Her pupil had been panting and moaning a lot at the exertion of keeping that strenuous pose as the two of them rubbed tightly together.
  After the class Sabrina managed to catch Melinda in the corridor, just after her shower. Suddenly the half-naked yoga instructor found herself pinned up against a wall in a little annex. Sabrina had an intense look in her eyes and she was barely inches away from the instructor’s face. There was virtually no one else in the building. Sabrina smiled at her then explained that she was developing a new piece of equipment. Something that was designed to help people maintain certain yoga positions and that she was also a bit of an amateur photographer. It took Melinda a little while to connect the dots but soon a business proposition was made, then she slowly explained the details to her and the gym instructor was invited to do some private modelling of Sabrina's creation for the 'marketing material'.
  Melinda didn't mind a little bit of extra work on the side, she remembered one old man who had paid her to do a bit of work around their house. This time it looked like she would get to keep her clothes on. She didn't mind being propositioned in this way by one of the gyms regulars, she felt fairly confident knowing them, she needed a bit of cash for the rent and she wasn’t the brightest bulb, so agreeing without too much thought or planning didn't seem to be a terrible idea. 
  The real red warning light should have been when Sabrina told her to come to meet her at a specific place, without letting anyone else know where she was going to be…

  Melinda met her new 'friend' the next evening ready for their side gig. There was a large, ominous van parked in the street away from the view of the gym’s security cameras. The blonde looked over the van. It was black and sleek and yet somehow seemed to have an unusual bulk to it. The weight seemed to be a little off, the suspension enhanced. 
  Sabrina smiled to her and took her bag. She opened-up the back of the van. Inside it was something like a large dog cage build into the frame. Really, it was almost like a prison cell…
  Sabrina opened up the cage, threw in the bag then shut it and the back door to the van. Melinda was invited to sit up front unless she wanted to ride in the back. She took a second looking through the internal window at the metal chair inside the cage. She definitely didn't want to ride in there!
  The seat at the front of the van was big and comfy. However, it came with an overly complex set of seat belt. The harness tightly pinned her in place, holding her wrists pinned to her lap. It also had her elbows pinned to her sides she couldn't see how she was meant to release the belt. Every-time she tried to move about the belts seemed to retract and tighten pushing her further into the padding but it did feel snug, if there was a crash she was sure that she would be safe. 
  The van’s black windows were tinted so that no one could see inside. Sabrina assured her that the back of the van was quite sound proof. She also played the radio quite loud. They soon arrived at a private residence. The gates opened automatically then shut and locked behind the Van.
  Looking out the window, Melinda noted the high, solid fence around the property with a generous helping of barbed wire at the top. The walls and gate were smooth on the inside offering no handholds. Melinda’s predicament didn't alarm her-she didn't join the dots. Frankly, she almost deserved what was about to happen to her. The heavy-duty, high security garage door opened and the van drove into a double garage. The shutter automatically came down and locked in place behind them. Sabrina opened the van, got out and stretched. She went to the side of the garage and pulled back a nondescript tool rack on a runner to reveal a big solid steel door. With a key code and a set of heavy keys the door opened, revealing stairs going down to a basement.
  Sabrina looked over to Melinda who was vacantly looking around the garage, noting all the chains and lifting blocks and frames. The redhead put a key into the seatbelt harness then gave it a shake and it popped loose releasing Melinda. She had to take a few deep breathes where the straps from the seat belt had cut into her flesh.
  Sabrina pointed down the dimly lit stairs. “My photography studio is down in the basement, you won't really need any of your stuff. Just go down the steps and wait for me while I get a few things ready.” Melinda nodded;
    “Okay.”

  The gym bunny obediently trotted down the steps, only to hear the sound of a sturdy door locking behind her. She noticed that there was another massive door down at the bottom of the steps, after which was a little corridor with several less substantial wooden doors at the bottom, trying the handles they were all still locked. 
  Moving around she noticed that there was a lot of soundproof padding on the walls and ceiling. She could be screaming at the top of her lungs down hear and no one would hear her. Looking about she found the one open door to the photography studio and wandered inside.
  The airhead thought that some of the equipment was a bit off, a bit odd. ‘How many chains and ropes do you need to move cameras and scenery around?’ She thought, ‘A tripod stand can’t weight that much?’ Looking at the pulley and block and tackle, it was easy to imagine lifting a person with it. 
  Melinda looked around more but no matter how likely something was to break she didn't think that someone would need twelve rolls of duct tape in different rainbow colours to stick a camera or a bit of set dressing back together!

  There was the dull thud of the door at the top of the stairs opening and then shutting and locking, then the click of heels on the steps down to the door to the basement that also locked. Sabrina walked through the door and slammed it behind her. She was wearing black 3-inch heeled boots tight leather trousers and a tight leather top that barely covered her breasts. Her camera equipment was on top of a wrapped bundle which was probably the aid to help people hold yoga poses. She had a commanding and confident look as she fussed over and adjusted her camera equipment. She had a backdrop against one wall with blue matting on the floor and a blue sheet against the wall.

  Melinda looked about;
    “So, what am I going to be doing?” Sabrina set up the camera stand and kept talking as she adjusted the lens and lighting;
    “There is a yoga position called a bound lotus, the Hatha Yoga Bound Lotus Pose or the Baddha Padmasana. I am sure that you are familiar with it under one of those names. The Gurus say that it helps mediation, the flow of chakra, Ki that sort of thing. As a position its good for the shoulders and the posture. It helps to align the spine, especially in the thoracic area compressing it. According to my studies it gives needed stimulation to the quad muscles. It helps with blood and lymphatic circulation. It gives a little buzz to the nervous system. Of course, you need a bit of time in this pose for someone to gain the full benefits, so I have created a suit to help someone achieve this position and to stay in this position. Of course, if someone was secured like that then they would be pretty helpless.” Sabrina gave Melinda a predatory look, licking her lips in anticipation, something that her prey utterly failed to notice. The photographer turned her around with a wave, “Now you see that curtain covers the corner of the room.” She obediently nodded;
    “The green one?”
    “Yes, that is your changing area. If you could take off absolutely everything, including your underwear and put on my prototype exercise suit.” Sabrina threw the surprisingly heavy bundle to Melinda who caught it. She felt the weight in her hands, nodded and started to move behind the curtain.

  The yoga instructor looked at the suit, it was thick and shiny and would be very tight over her body. It would cover most of her frame from her fingertips to her toes, all the way up to her neck. She felt a bit nervous at first, but ultimately quite good. There was just one garment, one thing to give a trial run before she got her money. It was not the first time she had posed over some exercise equipment or worn some new device to improve fitness-resistance weights, breathable material, she had seen a few things in her time.
  The blonde had seen the camera equipment, she had seen professional stuff used in the gym’s marketing material, this looked comparable. Sabrina must have a lot of money-the big van, the property, the camera equipment. 
  She wondered holding the edge of the fabric and stretching it. There was barely any movement-it was very sturdy;
    “What do you call this thing?” The photographer paused;
    “Prototype X-8... well, you can call it the folding suit. You will see why in a bit.” Melinda put it up on a shelf while she removed her own shoes and socks. Sabrina thought about her creation, “It’s a full body exercise suit. With the feet and hands ending in a few devices of my own design. When properly wrapped up a person isn't going anywhere. You could call it therapeutic or a secure suit or something like that, but the point is that once in it someone has to hold that yoga pose, until their trainer decides that it’s enough, not when they give up.”
  Melinda had barely paid any attention to that ominous revelation. She had stripped off the last of her clothes including her underwear and started to put on the new shiny green exercise suit. There was some talcum powder provided so she used that on the inside of it. 
  The suit opened-up at the back and was fairly easy to start putting out. It was simple at first to slide her legs into it the suit but she soon found it a bit of a struggle to get her feet all the way in. She had to wiggle like hell to get it up to her waist and found the suit tightly gripping her hips. She found it a bit tight at the crotch, it hugged her body with a slick grip. It was not unpleasant but tight. If she had worn so much as a thong it would have shown up!
  She managed to get her hands into the sleeves but it was a fight. There were bands in the sleeves so that once she got her wrists to the ends an elasticated cuff was firmly gripping her wrists holding them in the suit. She squirmed about one way or another but couldn't get anywhere near closing the garment all the way. She asked nervously;   
    “Err ... can you help me zip this up at the back?” There was the sound of the curtain being pulled roughly back and Sabrina was there;
    “Certainly, turn around,” Melinda complied presenting her naked back. The photographer took a firm hold on the zipper, “…breath out, all the way.” there was a solid tug, and the garment stated to get a lot tighter over her breasts and torso, “I just need to get this zip going… there you go. Now, let me just get it snug.”

Melinda could feel the garment getting very tight very quickly, as the last few bits of exposed skin were quickly disappearing as the zipper made slow and steady progress up her body. She felt the pull of the fabric at her neck for the first time, 
    “Oh! The collar is a bit high… this zip is really heavy duty and this material is very tight!” She pulled at the garment, “It would be very hard to break.” Sabrina patted her side,
    “Oh yes very durable, almost impossible to cut.” There was a pressure on the back of her neck and a loud “Click” as Sabrina folded the zipper tag over and pressed it down into a pair of studs. The zipper was securing it in two places that would both need a tiny key to undo. A little uncertainty crept into Melinda’s voice;
    “Did that zipper just lock?” She was patted on the head again;
    “Yes dear”. Melinda wondered,
    “Err … how am I meant to get out?”
    “You will need my help when the time comes.”

  It was slowly dawning on Melinda exactly how helpless she was. If she had worn something else, she would have been able to remove it but then, there was something about forcing people to do the exercise that they didn't want to do, to make them stretch themselves further. The aerobics instructor commented;
    “This thing is incredibly tight, it’s kind of pushing on my diaphragm.” She didn't get an answer but a pat on the head.
  She looked over as Sabrina moved her in-front of the camera. Trying again she asked;
    “Honey, this new exercise suit, why do the sleeves end I'm mittens? I can't hold anything properly and I would definitely need someone to help me out of this thing, even if it was unlocked!” Sabrina ignored her and adjusted the lighting. Melinda tugged on her garment again, “It’s very tight, this spandex is really thick.” Sabrina corrected her;
    “It’s not spandex. Its triple layer Darlex, dear. This particular sort well, it reacts to heat to tighten up a little bit, so I have all these bright lights focused on you, you might find it a little ‘breath taking’.”

  The waist of the suit was tightened with several straps behind her body that were folded back on themselves, made so that Melinda could never hope to operate or open them while her hands were encased in the sleeves of the suit. 
  Sabrina moved back, took a few pictures and indicated for her to turn around a fraction of a degree. She took a few more then so on until Melinda had done a full 360-degree turn ending up back where she was. Also showing off every bit of the suit where it clung tightly to her fantastic body, all recorded by the obsequious camera shutter.
  After that little circular trip, the model did a little stretching in preparation. Then she was pushed to the matt and instructed to assume the position of a full bound lotus. It was with a quick, practised ease that her body went through the motions. She moved swiftly so that her right heel was sole up into the bend of left hip. She wriggled, flexing her muscles to make the position tighter with her left foot one her right hip.   
  Her feet were firmly crossed in her lap, she was now in a fairly tight lotus fold, something that she could comfortably keep up for hours. Her arms followed suit, quickly stretched out then crossed behind her back quite tightly. Her hands ended up resting on the soles of her feet. Her right hand on her left toes and left toes gripped precariously with the end of the right-hand mitten.
  There was a tiny magnet or something else built into the suit, but as the two areas were held together without Melinda exerting any force there were a few rapid clicks. The fabric unrolled linking a little clasp by her toes to the end of the sleeve and the two were now locked together. 
  The model quickly realized that she was stuck without Sabrina's intervention. Melinda wondered if it would become some new sort of exercise fad, it would certainly force people to hold their exercise positions longer! 
  Melinda tried to test the stretch on the suit and found that it held her in place pretty well in a Hatha Yoga Bound Lotus Pose. 
    “Stop squirming about… I need you to remain still while I document this.”   
  Melinda didn't complain but sat there immobile smiling as the tripod lighting zoom length aperture and everything else was adjusted from one camera shot to the next.
  While the camera clicked away, Melinda mused that it wasn’t the most strenuous pose she ever been in. Some of the poses for the gym’s advertisements had been far more strenuous and provocative…
  The photographer took a few more pictures, then she came over to the model that kept on smiling and rested her hand on Melinda's shoulder;
    “Are you okay?” The blonde kept smiling;
    “Not too bad.” Sabrina got back behind the camera, moved the stand and took some more pictures. She moved back to her model to adjust her position as she spun her around she put a hand on her leg stroking it. Slowly she walked back to the camera with a little sway in her hips. She bent over so that Melinda got a good look of her cleavage and flashed a few more pictures. Melinda was starting to go red as Sabrina walked back, her hand slowly, delicately stroked the model’s breasts.

  Melinda was getting a little nervous. The photographer moved about slowly around adjusting the lights so that they were darker. She walked over and kneeled down, running a hand over her subject’s buttocks. 
  That was not an accident! Melinda went a little red, blushing. Sabrina got up took a few more pictures and adjusted the focus length of the camera then wandered over. She boldly cupped her model’s chin and bend down, kissing her while reaching between her legs and stroking over her pussy. Melinda was straining to pull loose from the suit, but she was barely stretching it using every ounce of muscle she had.

  It took her some time to really panic, as she realized just how incredibly restrictive the suit she had willingly climbed into was. All her struggling was to no avail, she was helplessly trapped. The position was restrictive in off itself, her legs folded and pinned in place where she couldn't move them. Her arms were wrapped immovable around her torso where they had little moment and her spine was held straight and ridged. She barely had any wiggle room, while Sabrina was hugging her so tightly. She couldn’t get out of the kiss and realising how helpless her position was. 
  She stopped struggling, not resisting at all as she was kissed and cuddled and groped by her captor. She was now, far too late in the proceedings starting to wonder if she would ever get out of this basement again!

  The photographer stopped and tightened the suit, pulling some sort of cord at the back so that the waist and area around the chest was suddenly a lot tighter. While Melinda was adjusting to her new predicament she barely noticed as Sabrina was busy adding some extra reinforcing straps around her folded thighs. A broad tight loop of material around each one they moulded tightly to the suit and were maybe four inches across. Then to follow that, there were two broad loops of material to help pin her arms to her back. Her breasts were squeezed tightly between the two rolls of thick fabric. It seemed to be some sort of thick dense Velcro that stuck to itself and the suit making it very hard to shift. She could get no leverage. She would never get out!
  Sabrina moved over to the work bench and came back with a hand-held camera. It was an older model on a frame with a flash and some sort of sensor. She squeezed Melinda's face;
    “Be a good little slave girl and keep smiling or else…” She nodded and kept smiling in a desperate manic way. There was a glint in the model’s eyes that was utterly terrified and it turned Sabrina on. She was now taking more intimate pictures with the different lenses and all the lights, some how she felt a lot closer than she actually was. 
  Melinda was getting very flustered and flushed, she was now Sabrina's slave, caught and bound. She hoped her captor, her new mistress was not a sadist!
  The model struggled and begged as the photographer got closer to her again;
    “Please Sabrina…” Her captor cupped her chin;
    “Slave, you will refer to me as mistress.” 
    “Please, err… mistress, let me out. This is uncomfortable, I can’t stay like this indefinitely!” Her new mistress ignored her begging and continued to take more pictures from every angle. She bent down and kissed her prisoner on the forehead. The slave looked up, “Mistress… oh come on, please let me out this isn't fun any-more!”
  Sabrina gently put her camera down and started to squeeze her slave girl’s breasts and roll and tweak her nipples while she moaned and pouted. She knelt down, running a hand behind her prisoner, massaging between her buttocks rubbing her rose bud and gently rubbing her between her pussy lips. The captor to get a surprised moan from her firmly bound model. 
  Melinda's body was liking what was happening to it, even if she wanted out;  
    “Mistress… what are you doing to me? This is not what we agreed! Please let me go, you don't have to pay me-just please let me go!”

  The photographer was getting fed up with the pathetic begging from her new slave girl and Sabrina had ways to correct an overactive tongue. She stood up and opened a box that Melinda had assumed just contained camera equipment. She was holding something in her hands she smiled and looked at Melinda's mouth and inviting lips. She slowly advanced as her slave girl squirmed;
    “Please mistress, get away from me. Please-you’re not putting that in my mouth!” Melinda's resistance crumbled and she held her jaw open as Sabrina applied a large ring gag and a posture collar to keep her head still and make her a bit quieter. As she got up, one defiant little mumble was projected from the gag at her captor who was almost laughing at her;
    “Poor little thing, you can't form a coherent sentence. All you can do is sit there and drool over yourself.” She fell on her prisoner’s helpless inviting lips, kissing her again. The more helpless the prey the more excited she was and the more energy that sparked between them. Melinda was at this point strangely aroused and yet still terrified by her growing confinement. She was definitely wet between her legs-luckily the suit she was bound in seemed to be quite stain resistant.

  The model struggled some more but she could do very little folded up like that. She didn't like the way her jaw was held open and accessible. Her captor forced three fingers into her mouth squeezing her tongue making her drool and she couldn't resist. The blonde wondered what the hell else could be forced into her mouth. She was suddenly almost choking and she certainly didn't like the idea of what else the photographer could do to her in this position. 
  If she struggled a lot the collar quickly become very uncomfortable, putting pressure on her neck to keep her head tilted back. The photographer had four fingers down her throat choking her while she was rubbing her pussy leaving her a breathless panting mess. Sabrina stopped and took up her camera again. She was taking some more pictures with a slightly different filter.

  She showed her something new, it was made of thick, black rubber and was shiny and menacing. It took the captive a few moments to realise that it was a hood and on the inside of the hood was a gag. She wasn't usually claustrophobic but she really didn't want to have that thing forced over her head. She pulled on her tight bonds and tried to twist her neck away. 
  All of her struggling amused the photographer but didn't get her one inch closer to freedom. The photographer started to apply the thick rubber hood. Sabrina had to really work to stretch it over her prisoner’s head. It came with a built-in pump-up gag, the bladder was easily poked through the ring gag, despite how much her new slave tried to resist. She was starting to scream in abject terror into her gag as her head was encased, it was far too little far too late.
  The hood was moved around so it lined up nice and straight with her nose so that Melinda could breathe correctly. The photographer moved away taking a few leisurely pictures. Sabrina pumped up the gag a little and took a few more pictures getting really close-up shots. 
  She repeated the process until the gag was stifling and the model’s cheeks were really plump from the air pressure behind them. She took a few more pictures of her prisoners’ current predicament, then stopped to check that she couldn’t get out, that she couldn’t object at all to her new position.

  The Mistress put the camera down and took the opportunity and several minutes to really feel-up her prize. She checked natural breasts-no implants a nice bonus! Nice legs and a really sexy body. She responded really well as she stroked and tickled her between her legs. 
  The former model was moaning in pleasure and excitement into her gag, unable to stop the wanton desire of her stimulated body as Sabrina played with her newest catch.
  The restraint suit was nice and snug, a few pulls and Sabrina had removed the covers over the model’s crotch and breasts. She thought about it then there were a few more clicks of the camera. Then the camera was put aside and the photographer was licking and stroking her prize, having pushed her onto her back on the mat. 
  The model was not struggling to get away but begged her mistress into her gag to be more thorough, to stop teasing her as she was now really turned on. It was a very short amount of time for her to adapt to her new situation, as it were. 
  Her freedom was out the door, gone, taken away from her by a very simple trick. Now she was focused on the two to three fingers sliding about in her pussy and a lubricated thumb in and out of her ass. She was really squirming in excitement and then frustration as Sabrina pulled her hand away.

  Sabrina set about adding the finishing touches, rubberised nipple clamps and modest lightly buzzing plugs to keep the model both entertained and plugged up unable to make a mess of her new home. Her captor took a few more pictures then she set about packaging her prize away in a nice tight padded box, all ready for her be played with later when she had a day or so of complete isolation to break her down, leaving her all desperate and flustered.
  Ten minutes later Melinda was left sitting there bored out of her mind. She couldn’t move her body more than slightly against the tight spandex and Velcro straps. The girl was not appreciative of the plugs inside her, as thoroughly lubricated as they were worked inside her body, vibrating. 
  They were held in place by some sort of crotch strap. There was far too small an amount of stimulation for her to orgasm. She could just sit there and simmer in frustration. The gag hood combination was muffling her moaning. She was locked in almost complete isolation.
  Melinda had padding pressing into her from every direction, she felt the box moved about as she was put in place. She assumed she had been moved into one of the side rooms. Then she was on her own in the black silence of the basement. She should have been worried about the other 'photography equipment' that turned out not to be too photogenic, as she squirmed about in her little padded box. She now had the clarity that should have possessed her to run a mile far earlier when it was not too late.

                                                               The End