Namaste (F+/M)

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“Ok ladies, let’s get started.” Diego Garza claps his hands once to demand attention as he walks into the bright, naturally lit yoga studio. He is met with confused looks from the assembled students. There were four in the room, all women, they stood in a straight horizontal line dressed in sports bras and tight yoga pants in a matching color. The first to Diego’s right was a young, petite, pale skinned woman with chin length dyed blonde hair wearing steel blue workout attire and thin circular eyeglasses. To her left was a woman slightly older yet taller and more toned, wearing green which contrasted with her fiery red hair. Next to her was a tanned woman, her brown hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, she was noticeably older than the two women to her left, but her curvy body filled out her red workout gear much better than either of them. And last was a muscular Dominican woman dressed in all black who towered over the other woman at what must be six feet tall.




“Umm, excuse me, but who the hell are you?” The brunette questions in a grating voice, cocking her hips.

“My name is Diego, but you can call me Mr. Garza.” He tries to remain calm while addressing the intimidating woman. “Your usual yoga instructor is busy today so I will be taking over for her class today.”

“Naomi didn’t say she was going to be out last week.” Chimes in the redhead.

“Yeah, she would have said something.” The latina in black follows up.

“Ladies please let’s all calm down” Diego tries to smooth the situation. “Namaste, namaste,” he says, bowing his head as the women shoot each other confused and skeptical looks.

“Are you even trained, where is your license?” The brunette crosses her arms beneath her sizable breasts. “Everyone knows you need a license to practice yoga. And what is Naomi doing that’s so important that she would miss our class? And what…”

“Rose, come on” The petite blonde finally cuts in. “Cut him some slack, he’s obviously new at this.” She shoots Diego a sweet smile. “Please Mr. Garza, you can begin.” The Dominican woman at the end scoffs at her niceties.

“Thank you, umm…” Diego says looking for a name.

“Katie” She responds chipperly.

Diego smiles, knowing she has already fallen for his ruse. “Ok ladies, our first position will be downward facing dog.”

The women look at each other before they all start to lower themselves, hands and head to the ground and butts arched in the air.

“Very good ladies!” Diego walks in between the women to get a good look from the other end.
Their tight asses were all raised in salute to him as walked around from woman to woman getting incredible views. He approached the redhead wearing green and slowly slid his hand along her ass and down her strong thighs.

“Hey!” She lets out with a shout, dropping to her knees which caused the other girls to do so too. “What are you doing?”

“Sorry miss, but I was just fixing your position, see you’re legs were too straight.”

“Your legs are supposed to be straight idiota!” Says the buff Dominican woman. “Erica was doing it right.”

“Simone is right,” says the redheaded Erica.

“Yeah, what kind of yoga instructor are you?” Rose piles on.

“Um, I was taught it a different way.” Diego offers up as a weak excuse. “Now next pose! Uh, back arches. Everyone, lay down and raise your chests to the sky!”

The women were hesitant but eventually they all complied starting with Katie again. They all put their knees on the ground and bent backwards in incredible displays of flexibility raising their sports bra wrapped chests to the sky.

“Now close your eyes and breathe deep. Don’t open them until I say so.” Diego instructs. The women complied and he quickly went to his phone to capitalize. He swiftly went behind the women again and started snapping pictures of their arched cleavage. He started with Katie, then Erica, he spent extra time photographing Rose due to her more ample cleavage. This would be his downfall. Before snapping the final picture, Rose’s eyes opened, catching him red handed.

She gasped and let out a shriek. The shock of his discovery sent Diego falling backward into a seated position and brought the rest of the women to their feet.”

“What happened!” Shouted Erica.

“He was taking pictures of my boobs!” Rose shrieks.

“I knew he was a perv!” Says Simone.

The women had now formed a semi circle around Diego.

“Wait, no I just got a text!” Diego defends himself starting to scooch himself back on his butt with his hands and feet. The women slowly strut after him, keeping up the pressure.

“Yeah like we’re dumb enough to believe that!” Says Simone

“Show us your phone then!” Demands Erica.

“Wait, Katie you believe me don’t you?” Diego pleads with the only one of them who was on his side.

“Well… I don’t know.” Katie says timidly.

“Girl, don’t be stupid,” says Simone. “This guy is a perv!”

Diego’s back hits the back wall of the studio. He has nowhere left to go.

“Now give me that phone!” Simone grabs the phone and rips it from Diego’s hand, her muscles easily overpowering him. “Just as I thought!” She turns the phone to show the group the cleavage pics he’d taken when their eyes were closed.

“Wait, I can explain!” Diego slowly rises to his feet, his back still pressed tightly against the wall.

“You can explain it to my lawyer buster!” Says Rose, pointing her finger in his face. “I’m gonna sue the shit out of you.”

“So what are we going to do with him?” Asks Erica.

“Grab him!” Simone shouts.

Diego tries to make a run for it but can’t even escape the ring of women. Erica and Rose grab on to his right arm and Simone his left. Diego was a fit man in his own right and was thrashing his arms back and forth to try and escape their grasps.

“Katie help us!” grunts Erica.

“Ahh how?” Katie squeals. “I’ve never been in a fight before.”

Simone rolls her eyes. “Jesus, girl just hit him!”

“Eeeeeh!” Katie winds up, closes her eyes and looks away before delivering a swift yet powerful kick into Diego’s crotch. This stopped his struggling immediately as he dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

“Damn, you go girl!” Says Simone impressed.

The women dogpile Diego, Simone lurches his arms behind his back and sits on them and Rose and Erica both sit on his legs pinning them down.

“Katie, go to the storage closet and see if you can find something to tie him up with. Tape, jumprope, anything.”

Katie nods nervously and races to the closet. She throws open the door and lets out a shriek of surprise.

“What is it?” Asks Rose.

“It’s Naomi! She’s tied up in the closet!”

“What!” the women say in unison.

“Rose go help her out I got his legs” Says Erica

Rose rushes over to the closet but not before giving Diego a swift kick as she gets up. She gets to the closet and covers her mouth in shock, then she and Katie go in together. After about a minute they both emerge holding various scarves of different colors. And behind them strut Naomi. She was in her 40s but it was awfully hard to tell. Her Indian background gave her perfectly smooth almond skin and straight jet black hair which bounced with each stride. Her body was muscular yet slim with a clear 6-pack visible between her orange halter-top sports bra and matching yoga pants. She smirked to see how her students had overpowered Diego and currently held him hostage.



“Naomi! What happened?” Asked Erica in shock.

“Oh don’t worry about me child. I’m ok now thanks to you all!”

“How’d he do this to you?” Asks Simone. “He’s not all that strong.” She applies more pressure to his arms, causing him to grunt in pain.

“It seems Mr. Garza here, our studio's janitor, must have put something in morning tea. I passed out after I drank it and woke up in the closet.”

“Scum!” Rose delivers a kick to his side.

“But I am so proud of you all for the way you rose to this challenge and apprehended this interloper.” Naomi addresses her students. “Now let us continue the class, I have much to teach you. Please everyone take up lotus positions on the mat.”

“But he’ll just run away if I get up!” protests Simone.

“And where will he run to? He knows there is no escape.” Reassures Naomi as Erica and Simone reluctantly release Diego.

“Please, Naomi, I’m sorry!” Pleads Diego looking up and starting to rise to his knees. “It was all a bad joke! I…I…!”

Naomi gracefully walks on to his back stopping his rise and forcing his body back to its prone position. “Hush child,” she places her foot on the back of his head and firmly presses it back into the yoga mat. “You have no power to speak here.” She then slowly descends into the lotus position resting upon the small of Diego’s back with his arms pulled back and held securely between her crossed legs.

Naomi takes a deep breath, inflating her chest which further strains her tight sports bra and then lets it out calmly through her mouth. Poised atop the defeated man as if he were a podium, she addresses her students. “I shall now teach you a technique called Maha Bondha. A technique used for centuries from my home country of India to punish and heal those individuals of evil chakra. Now if you’d all take a scarf we can begin”

The four scarves are passed out to the four women who all seemed slightly confused yet were listening intently to their master’s words

“Rose, if you would please hand me your red scarf.” She is handed the silky scarf and runs it through her fingers.

“Please, just let me goughhhhhh!” As Diego’s mouth opens wide, Naomi gracefully places a wadded up end of the scarf in his mouth and starts to wrap the rest of it around his head.

“This is the scarf of silence.” She explains in a calm and spiritual manner as she continues to gracefully wrap his mouth in the scarf despite Diego's protests. “It is believed that evil enters and exits the body through the mouth. From this day forth he shall speak no evil.” She finishes the gag off with an intricate knot.

“Mmmmphh!” Diego tries to plead through his gag, kicking his legs in protest.

“Seems like it’s working,” says Erica this leads to giggles from the girls and a slight smirk from Naomi as she continues her ritual.

“Simone the black scarf please” Naomi is handed the silky black scarf and she begins to loosely wrap Diego’s wrists and arms in an odd crossweave pattern.

“Um, Naomi I don’t think that’s gonna be tight enough," says Simone.

Naomi chuckles. “You may not understand this Simone, but not all strength is on the surface level. This is the scarf of strength. It may not seem so strong at first but when it needs to show it…” Naomi pulls one end and the entire scarf pattern cinches, locking DIego’s arms in a strict tie that binds his arms up to his elbows.

“Mmmph!” Diego lets out a jolt of pain.

“This scarf robs its victim of their strength and their ability to use it for evil.”

“Next is the scarf of speed,” Naomi explains, as she is handed the green scarf by Erica and twists her nimble body around to access her captive’s legs. She wraps the scarf around Diego’s ankles and continues up to his knees until his lower legs are completely mummified in green silk. “This is the simplest and fastest technique to ensure that an evildoer can no longer run from the consequences of the evil he has caused.”

Diego futilely pumps his lower legs up and down like a beached whale.

“And finally, sweet Katie, can you please hand me your scarf?” Katie smiles and softly giggles at the special attention and hands over her blue scarf.

“This is the scarf of the soul. This scarf runs through all of them, uniting them in a common purpose and fully binding not only the body of the victim, but their very soul as well.”

Naomi’s disciples look on in awe as she runs the blue scarf first through the green scarf binding his legs, then she effortlessly lifts her muscular rear for a moment to run the scarf under her to reach the black scarf binding his arms. She weaves that scarf through the lattice binding his arms and runs it to the back of his head where it is looped through the red scarf gag. Naomi fluidly rises from her lotus pose, plants a foot in the small of Diego’s back and slowly pulls on the blue scarf forcing Diego’s head, arms and legs up, causing his back to arch backwards at an unnatural angle.

“Mmmmmmppphhhhhhh!” Diego cries out in pain as Naomi continues to force his back into an extreme arch before finally tying the blue scarf back to its beginning at the green scarf, completing its loop around his body and locking in his painful hogtie.

Naomi plants a victorious foot onto his back, presenting her victim to her class. “Now please stand and join me. We must complete the ritual.” The women all stand and place a foot upon the hogtied man. “Now we must channel our peaceful feminine chakra into him to cleanse him of his evil spirit.” Naomi pushes her hands together in prayer and lets out a soulful hum which is then echoed by the women.

“Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmm” the assembled women incant in harmony.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” the gagged man screams in disharmony.

“Shut up!” Simone breaks their incantation and swiftly kicks him in his stomach, which would have caused him to double over if he was not strictly held in place by the four scarves.

“Now Simone, do not succumb to anger.” Naomi advises.

“Are you not angry?” asks Erica.

“Yeah!” chimes in Rose. “If he did to you what he did to me I would have cut off his dick and shoved it down his throat.”

“It’s not too late for that,” suggests Simone, causing panicked looks from Diego.

“Now ladies,” advises Naomi. “Your anger is understandable but you must learn to control it as I have. And trust me he will be punished for his actions.”

“Yeah he seems to be in a lot of pain already.” Katie adds.

“That is correct Katie,” Naomi says. “The Maha Bondha was designed not only to excerpt the most amount of physical pain on the body but to also excerpt the most amount of spiritual pain as the soul can only observe as it is tortured and humiliated.”

“So how long are you going to keep him like this?” asks Erica.

“Until he has earned our forgiveness. All of ours.” Naomi responds. “From now on Diego will join us for every class and we will take a vote. If we all agree, he will be released from his bonds and regain his freedom. Until that point he will remain in the Maha Bondha 24/7 under my supervision.”

“And what if we never vote to let him go?” Asks Katie.

“Well then he will spend the rest of his life like this and will deserve every excruciating minute.” Naomi says matter of factly.

“Sounds good to me!” smirks Rose. “That sound good to you big boy? You’re about to get a lot more flexible” She bends down to taunt Diego, smushes her breasts together and jiggles them in his face as tears stream down. “Hope these were worth it?”

“Mmmmmmmmm mmmmphhhhhhhhh!” The sobbing Diego pleads.

“Ugh, pathetic.” sneers Simone. “You sure we can’t just throw him in the river?”

“Such a quick ending would be more than he deserves” Naomi advises. “Now everyone, lend me a hand. We must move him to continue our lesson in peace.”

“Where are we going to put him?” Asks Erica.

Naomi smirks and glances at the storage closet. “Oh, I can think of a karmic spot.”

Diego is thrown down roughly in the dark storage closet he glances at the open door. The natural light from the studio haloed the five female figures standing in the doorway.

“We shall see you next week for our class Diego,” Naomi informs him. The women place their hands together and bow with varying degrees of sincerity. “Namaste.” The door is slowly shut bathing the doomed man in oppressive darkness.