0 comments/ 21714 views/ 7 favorites Amanda's Training Ch. 01 By: anon1940 Well before her eighteenth birthday, Amanda had spent long hours fantasizing about having her body trained so that it would elicit the sexual attention of others and be acutely responsive to the consequences of doing so. Starting with the onset of puberty, Amanda;s body had undergone dramatic changes. Although it retained a hint of childish innocence, her face was no longer that of a child. Visible beneath the skin were bones which promised to make hers into a face that time would not ravage. Even more dramatic were the changes which her hormones had wrought lower down. Her breasts had blossomed into a pair of enticing mounds which, even under clothes, were prominent adornments. At the same time, her hips and lower belly had acquired rounded contours, contours made particularly pleasing by the vestiges of baby fat which pampered girls often have. From frequent and often minute inspection of her own body, Amanda was well aware of her attributes. Supplementing her own assessment was that of her peers, who made no secret of their admiration, which, in the case of females, was often tinged by envy. In addition, on dates she had learned that looks were not the only attention that her body was capable of attracting. Indeed, having boys explore her body on a date was an experience she had had with increasing frequency ever since she was fifteen, and recently she had once had intercourse with one of her boyfriends. However, the loss of her virginity had not lived up to her expectations and had led to the end of her relationship with the boy responsible for its loss. Amanda realized that her expectations might have been inflated by her assiduous reading of romantic novels, but she remained certain that her body could give her greater pleasure than that provided by the clumsy efforts of her former boyfriend. Although she was not exactly sure what she had in mind, Amanda's intuition told her that, in order to achieve the sort of pleasure which she sought, the prelude to intercourse would be more important than the act itself. She had a conviction that sexual gratification involves much more than copulation and its attainment requires the same sort of care with which an artist approaches his craft. In particular, she was fascinated by the aesthetic possibilities and the idea of having her body be the medium on which they were realized. Determined to find out whether her musing could be transformed into reality, Amanda turned to the internet. She was repelled by most of what she found there, but finally her persistence was rewarded. Located in the Lake District of Northern England was a place, with the somewhat daunting name "The Cumbrian School for Young Women," which offered a summer program that seemed designed to fit her needs. It advertised itself as place wherea young woman could learn how to fully appreciate and enjoy her body through a rigorous program in which she would be taught how to maximize the appeal of her body and, at the same, maximize the pleasure that she could derive from her body. The description made the program sound as if it were precisely what she was looking for, but, after reading it several times, it produced conflicting emotions. Yes, it was a curriculum which she might have written herself, but was she really ready to submit herself to it? Amanda pondered for quite a while before deciding to take the plunge. Without divulging her true destination, Amanda persuaded her doting parents that a trip, including all expenses, to England would be an appropriate high school graduation present. Not wanting to give herself time to reconsider, once they agreed, she immediately returned to the website and registered for a one week session. The die was cast, and she would soon know whether she should have allowed her musings to remain fantasies. In early July, Amanda left for England. She arrived in London and, the same day, took the train north , eventually making her way to Cumbria, the district from which the school derived its name. She had read enough 19th Century English poetry to know that this area had been a source of inspiration for a whole generation of English poets, and she had no trouble understanding why. However, neither poetry nor the appreciation of nature was the reason for her presence there, and so she immediately took a taxi to her destination: The "Cumbrian School for Young Women". The school was housed in huge 19th Century mansion set in the middle of a large park filled with shadows cast by stately trees in the waning light of a mid-summer evening. Ostentatious and devoid of architectural merit, the building nonetheless had a comfortable charm which helped allay Amanda's fears. Finding the front door locked, she rang the doorbell to signal her arrival. Within seconds, the door opened, and a smiling face ushered into a grand, ornately decorated entrance hall Once inside, her host greeted her. "I'm Mary, and you must be Amanda. We have been expecting your arrival and realize that you have been traveling for nearly twenty four hours. Thus, I assume that you are exhausted and in dire need of a good night's sleep. For this reason I have arranged for you to have an early supper, after which I suggest that you go to bed as soon as you have had a chance to bath and become accustomed to your surroundings. Tomorrow you will begin your program, but tonight you should simply try to overcome the effects of too little sleep and jet lag." Amanda found Mary's solicitude reassuring, and after a light meal followed by a protracted warm bath, she had no trouble falling into a deep sleep on the sumptuous bed in her room. Amanda woke up early the next morning, but before she had time to rise or worry about what she was expected to do, Mary appeared at her bedside. Seating herself next to Amanda, Mary pulled the covers off Amanda's recumbent body. Amanda's initial response was one of shock at the exposure of her scantily clad body to a stranger, but, remembering where she was and why she was there, she resisted the temptation to recover herself. Observing Amanda 's consternation, Mary attempted to relieve her anxiety. "Please do not take offense at my boldness. I have been assigned as your mentor during your time here, and, while playing that role, I will take frequent and considerable liberties. Indeed, before I can even begin tutoring it, I must have intimate and detailed information about your body, and I thought that this would be a good opportunity to start obtaining that information. Thus, if you have no strong objections, I am going to remove your nightgown and examine your body while you are still lying down. As you will learn, during your stay every portion of your anatomy will be subjected to repeated examination either by me or one of the other staff members. You might say that the purpose of the examination which I want to perform now is to provide a baseline against which we can compare the results of future examinations, thereby measuring your progress. Having your body examined by others is an integral part of the program for which you registered, and so, if you do not think that you can learn to enjoy them, you should have second thoughts about continuing. Do I have your permission to proceed?" Confronted with the alternative of either complying or leaving, Amanda , in spite of her strong reservations about granting a stranger privileges which she had heretofore thought should be reserved for a lover, gave her assent. Adding to her concern was the fact that stranger was a woman. Amanda had occasionally wondered how she would feel about having another woman as a lover, but she had always rejected the idea and consigned it to the category ideas which should not be given serious consideration. Now she was about to find out if she had been right to reject it. As soon as she had Amanda's agreement, Mary divested Amanda of her nightgown, starting at the hem and gently working it up her supine body before lifting over her head. As distinguished from that of the ardent boys who had disrobed her, Mary's response to Amanda's nakedness was that of a connoisseur who recognizes and appreciates quality when she sees it. For some time she simply looked at the rolling landscape of Amanda's recumbent torso. Once she had visually familiarized herself with the terrain, Mary leaned forward and ran her hands over its hills and valleys. As her hands passed over them, she pressed her fingers into the deliciously soft layer of baby fat on their surface, tracing shallow trenches as she went and observing with admiration the resilience of Amanda's youthful flesh. Her exploration began in the region around Amanda's navel and the swell of her lower belly, but she soon extended it upwards to include Amanda's breasts and downwards to the junction between her upper thighs. Everywhere that her fingers delved she was gratified to find that she encountered the same luxurious texture. "You are blessed with a beautiful body, one which can be a source of pleasure for both you and anyone else who has access to it. I am pleased that you appear to already understand its virtues and enjoy having them appreciated by others. Thus, during your visit here, we can concentrate on refining your ability to attract the attention which your body craves and to enjoy the consequences of its success when it receives the attention which it seeks . In order to design your program to serve you best we will carefully monitor how you respond to various types of stimulation. After breakfast, I will escort you to the room in which a lot of your training will take place. Depending on your attitude that you bring to it, you will either find your training highly pleasurable, mildly irritating, or difficult to tolerate. I will be very interested to learn which of these alternatives will be the most accurate description of your experience." When she had finished, Mary let Amanda go into the bathroom and perform her usual ablutions. Amanda instinctively reached for her bathrobe, but, before she could put it on, Mary took it from her, explaining that, for the duration of her stay, Amanda use of clothing would be restricted to those garments which were prescribed in connection with her training. Self-conscious about her nakedness but resigned to her fate, Amanda crossed the bedroom and disappeared into the bathroom, all the while mulling over what Mary had said and wondering what experiences awaited her after breakfast. When she emerged from the bathroom, she found a tray with her breakfast had been placed on the table in her room. Disturbed by the thoughts which she had been having, she was not particularly hungry, but Mary encouraged her to fortify herself for the morning by eating something. The contact of her buttock with the cool seat of the chair next to the table renewed Amanda's awareness of her nudity, but nonetheless she managed to consume most of the food on the tray. When Amanda had finished eating, Mary took her by the hand and escorted her through the halls of the mansion until they arrived at their destination. Along the way, she encountered several young women in a similar state of undress, but, aside from the covert glances and comparisons which she made as they passed, she made no attempt to communicate with them, and they made no attempt to converse with her. Their destination was a bit of a surprise to her. She had expected to be brought to some sort of austere room like that at a class room. Instead, she found herself in a small wood paneled room with benches running along its walls. Having seen them depicted in magazines, she had no trouble recognizing that she had entered a sauna. Seeing Amanda's look of surprise, Mary explained. "Before we begin training your body, we want you to have time to digest your breakfast. At the same time, to alleviate the stress that our regimen would cause if your body were to resist what is being done to it, we want to prepare your body by decreasing its tension while increasing its receptiveness. Twenty minutes in a steamy sauna should accomplish both goals. In addition, it will open your pores and leave your skin exquisitely sensitive. To keep you company, another girl will be coming in a minute or so. Once she is here, I will turn on the sauna and the two of you will have the pleasure of watching the effect of the heat on our own and each others body. I f you do not already know, I think that you will discover that there is great sensual pleasure in watching another girl's body undergoing the same transformations which your own is experiencing." Amanda's companion arrived shortly after Mary spoke, and the two of them were left alone in the dimly lit confines of the sauna cabinet. Within a minute, beads of perspiration appeared on both girls, and soon they were bathed in steady stream of sweat which issued from all their pores. Amanda had been taught to consider sweat as a bodily function which a girl should keep hidden, but as she watched it emerge from the other girl's pores and coat her svelte figure in a glistening sheath of moisture, she wondered why sweat on a female body was deemed to be a liability. Indeed, looking down at her own torso, she had to admit that her assets were enhanced by the little rivulets of perspiration coursing along the contours that defined them. As the heat increased, the two girls felt and eventually succumbed to a strong sense of lassitude. Even though they had not exchanged a word, they seemed to read each others thoughts and, by what could only have been by mutual agreement, lay down in close proximity on the same bench. The bench being narrow, their bodies rubbed against each other. Normally, Amanda would have avoided such contact, but now she found it both welcome and exciting. The sweat on their skin acted as a lubricant, and slithering against the other girl reminded Amanda of porpoises she had seen playing in an aquarium. After a few minutes, they abandoned themselves to their sensual instincts. Turning on their sides, they hugged their bodies together: face to face, breasts to breasts, belly to belly, and legs entwined. It was in this entangled state that their mentors found them. Neither girl noticed that their private union had observers until Mary interrupted their reverie.. "I see that you two have become acquainted and become, quite literally, bosom buddies. That's as it ought to be in view of the fact that you will be spending lots of time together and will be witness to each others reactions to the program for which you have signed up. It is always helpful to watch someone else who is having the same experiences as oneself, especially when those experiences are unfamiliar and occasionally demanding. Because your bodies are quite different, your responses will not be identical, thereby providing an interesting basis for comparison with your own reactions." Embarrassed to have been found in such a compromising embrace, Amanda and her companion hastily disengaged from one another, only to be further embarrassed by the loud splat which accompanied the separation of their sweaty bodies and by their disheveled appearance. However, Mary's tone indicated that she saw nothing surprising or unbecoming about the state in which she found them, and she relieved their anxiety about their disarray by leading them to a room in which they could shower. Once they were alone in the shower, Amanda decided that, having already become so intimate with each other physically and learned that they were destined to share even more intimacy in the near future, it was high time for them to find out each others names. After Amanda had given her own name, she learned that her companion was French and that her name was Michel. The decision to exchange names rekindled their desire to derive comfort from one anothers presence, with the consequence that they spent less time scrubbing themselves than they spent scrubbing each other. Washing and being washed by another woman was not something which Amanda had ever imagined herself doing, but whatever inhibitions she had had seemed to have been melted by the heat of the sauna. Indeed, she discovered that exploring another woman's body and having that other woman explore hers was both fascinating and pleasurable. In all the time that she had spent before her mirror or caressing her own body, she had never seen or been able to appreciate the subtle intricacies of the female anatomy in the kind of detail that her examination of Michel's body afforded her. By the time that Amanda and Michel emerged from the shower, each knew a good deal about the others body and had learned new things about her own. Of particular interest to Amanda was the contrast between her own curvacious, pink softness and Michel's athletic firmness under her tawny, nearly dusky, skin. Whereas her own breasts thrust forward in starkly white cones capped by her pink nipples, Michel's sat high on her chest in two solid looking, deeply tanned mounds surmounted by ruddy nipples emerging from dark red aereolae. At the place where her own lower belly asserted its roundness below her navel, Michel's barely protruded and was maintained in a tightly controlled, oval shape by sinuous abdominal muscles. Similarly, at the junction of Michel's thighs, there was no extra flesh like the luxurious padding which framed her own mons. All these discoveries intrigued Amanda and peaked her curiosity. After their shower, the two girls were lead by their mentors to a room filled with a large number of devices, most of which were, at first glance, of indeterminate use. In addition to the devices, there were two handsome young men. Amanda had become quite accustomed to parading around in the nude, but this was the first time since her arrival that she had encountered males. Earlier she had been disturbed by the intimate attentions of another woman, thinking that such intimacy should be reserved for a man, now she found herself equally disturbed to be displaying her nakedness to men. She realized her inconsistency, but consistency had never been her strong suite and its absence under the circumstances was not her greatest concern at the time. Instead, her concern was about the presence of two young men and her suspicion about the role which they would play in her upcoming training. As she soon find out, her suspicion was well founded. Shortly after they entered the room, Mary placed her hand on Amanda's back and pushed her toward one of the young men until she was standing within a few inches of him. Instinctively, Amanda brought up her hands to preserve what little was left of her modesty, but Mary quickly grabbed her wrists and drew her arms back, holding them in a vice like grip at the base of her spine. In doing so, she forced Amanda's shoulders back and thrust her breasts forward. "Amanda, you mustn't deny yourself the pleasure which this young man can give you. You have a lovely body, but you will never benefit from its beauty if you are selfish and refuse to give others the opportunity to enjoy it as well. As you can see from the bulge in his crotch, John here is already attracted by what he sees and would like to become better acquainted with your assets. To deny him his wish would be both rude and foolish. Indeed, he is quite expert in the stimulation of the female anatomy, and I want you to allow him to exercise his expertise on yours. Seeing as they are the most readily available portion of you at the moment, he will begin by working on your breasts, with particular attention to your nipples. During your time together, you may have noticed how much more prominent Michel's nipples are than your own. Probably you thought that their greater prominence was simply a matter of natural anatomical difference, which, no doubt, it to some extent is. However, nature accounts for only part of the difference. At least as important is the training which Michel's nipples have received during the days that she has been with us Every day, she has had her nipples exercised in the way that John is about to exercise yours. Undoubtedly, this is a sort of calisthenics which you never imagined. Nonetheless, as you will soon learn, it is every bit as demanding as the sort with which you are familiar, albeit the demands it makes are of a more psychologically than physically strenuous nature. To prepare yourself before he begins, I want you to take a look at what Michel's nipples have been experiencing since our arrival. I hope that her fortitude will inspire you to follow her example." Amanda's Training Ch. 01 Amanda had completely forgotten about Michel until Mary mentioned her. When she turned to look at her companion, she saw that Michel was standing directly in front of the other young man, and, just like her own, her arms were clasped behind her back and her breasts trust forward. However, as distinguished from Amanda, Michel was holding her pose on her own, and, even from a distance, it was evident that her nipples were already being put through their paces. With studied precision, the young man was tracing the disks of her dark aeeolae with his fingers, circling her distended nipples but not touching them. Her face reflected her growing frustration, but she made no attempt to relieve her torment. Instead, she voluntarily stood stock still with her shoulders drawn back so that her breasts would be positioned to give her tormentor unrestricted access to his target. Under more normal circumstances, Michel's complicity would have shocked Amanda, but, as the exposure of her own breasts testified, there was nothing normal about these circumstances. Moreover, she was fascinated by the response of Michel's nipples. With each circuit of the fingers around their bases, her nipples seemed to grow more rigidly erect in what looked like an attempt to deflect the attention to themselves and away from her aereolae. When Michel's mentor determined that they had reached their maximum size, she told the young man to step aside. She reached into one of her pockets and withdrew a circular disk of flexible plastic. The diameter of the disk was more or less the same as that of Michel's generous aereolae. Near its center, the disk had been perforated to create an opening which was filled with triangular, inward pointing shards. Carefully positioning the disk so that Michel's nipple lay under the perforation, she gently pressed the disk until it was flattened against the aereola and held in place by the collar of shards through which Michel's nipple was forced to protrude. When Michel's right nipple had been collared in the same fashion, Mary asked that Michel be brought over so that Amanda could inspect more closely what had been done to her companions teats. Would she have the discipline to tolerate the same torment of her own nipples? As she were reading her mind, Mary explained to Amanda that the regimen prescribed for her nipples would be somewhat different. "Michel's nipples are already at an advanced stage in their training, whereas yours are still novices and therefore require education before they can be expected to perform like hers. We will begin by finding out how they respond to John's fingers. It is my guess that they will blossom nicely but will not achieve the length of Michel's and will not retain their length when he stops. If my guess is correct, they will require some assistance and will have to be introduced to remedial techniques which will help them learn how to enhance the pleasure which they can provide to you and others. These techniques are not cruel, but, in order to be effective, they must be rigorous." While Mary was talking, John started working on Amanda's nipples. He began by gently grasping their pink stalks between his thumbs and forefingers and, by modulating the pressure he applied, alternately stretched them from their moorings and pressed them deep into the succulent flesh of her breasts. Watching his hands manipulate her breasts, Amanda realized that she was experiencing the same delicious sensations that a cow must feel when a farmer prepares her udders for milking. Even though Mary continued to hold her arms, she found it increasingly difficult to remain still and, oblivious to the lewd display she was presenting, made her hips undulate while rubbing her inner thighs against one another. Mary chided her for her lack of decorum. "Amanda, you must curb your carnal instincts. Your nipples are being educated, and there is nothing wrong with your enjoying their education. However, at the same time as your nipples are receiving instruction, you are to learn to communicate your pleasure in a manner which will be aesthetically pleasing to the person providing that pleasure. If you had observed Michel more closely, you would have noticed that her face never lost its composure and her body expressed its gratitude through the controlled flexing of her abdominal muscles. While John works on your nipples, I want you to practice equal control and concentrate on expressing your excitement in an equally aesthetically pleasing fashion." Heading Mary's words, Amanda attempted to obey her instructions. Standing with her legs pressed together and straightening her shoulders, she drew in her breath to expand her chest and contract her waist. At the same time, she allowed her lower belly to balloon in a pleasingly rounded but firm contour. Maintaining this posture while having her breasts milked required a level of discipline to which Amanda was not accustomed. At first the required effort distracted her, but soon she discovered that it was forcing her to focus on her body in a way which actually intensified rather than diminished the effect of John's fingers. At the same time, her facial features relaxed into a smile which reflected the satisfaction she felt and the pride she was taking in the presentation of her figure. John continued for about five minutes, and during that period he had succeeded in bringing Amanda's nipples to a state of excitement that they had never attained before. Amanda would have been more than happy to have him to continue indefinitely, but Mary decided it was time to move on. Releasing Amanda's arms, she handed John a tube of skin lubricant and a pair of small nipple pumps. Apparently familiar with the procedure, John spread a thin layer of lubricant over each of Amanda's aereolae. He then positioned one of the pumps over her right nipple, pressing its flange into the lubricant while squeezing the bulb. With some concern, Amanda watched as he made sure the pump was properly seated, and she gasped when he released the bulb and she felt her entrapped nipple sucked into the vacuum created by its release. The pressure which the pump exerted on her nipple was mild, but it was insistent and impossible to ignore. After he had installed the second pump on her left nipple, Mary led Amanda over to join Michel. Along the way, Amanda was disconcerted by the bobbing motion of the pumps attached to her nipples, but, remembering Mary's admonition, she strove to maintain her poise, walking with shoulders straight and her head held high. Totally immersed in her own experience, Amanda had been unaware of Michel's existence ever since she had witnessed the incarceration of her nipples in their circular plastic prison. Amanda found Michel seated cross-legged on a cushion. Like those of a meditating swamy, her hands rested with their palms up on her knees and spine emerged straight as a ramrod from her pelvis. However, on closer inspection, Amanda saw that her pose differed from that of an Oriental practitioner of meditation. Hanging from the ceiling were threads to the ends of which had been attached large feathers. These had been carefully positioned so that, as they were stirred back and forth by the gentle breeze produced by strategically placed fans, they would graze against the tips of Michel's nipples. By adjusting her pose, Michel easily could have avoided contact with the feathers. However, she made no move to do so. On the contrary, with her face composed and her eyes closed, she appeared to welcome the incessant stimulation that the feathers imposed on her turgid nipples. When Amanda looked to Mary for an explanation, the answer she received did little to assuage her fears about her own fate. "As you can well imagine, it requires enormous self-control for Michel' to keep her nipples available to the insidious caress of the feathers. Because of their collars, the normal circulation of blood to and from her nipples is restricted, with the consequence that they have no choice but to remain fully erect and excruciatingly sensitive. On the other hand, there are rewards for her dedication. First, even though, and maybe partially because, it borders on pain, she is deriving erotic pleasure from her plight. Second, she knows that her nipples will be improved by this form of persecution. Indeed, as I said earlier, it is this sort of exercise which is partially responsible for their size and ability to stay erect for protracted periods. Now it is time for you to begin developing Michel's discipline and reaping the rewards which it can bring. " Mary fetched a cushion just like Michel's, placed it a few feet in front of Michel, and helped Amanda assume a pose similar to hers. If it were not for the pronounced difference in the bodies, their placement would have produced a mirror image. However, Amanda's body was far more succulent and Michel's far more limber, with the result that their juxtaposition dramatized their differences. Michel was all sinuous lines, Amanda was all smoothly rounded curves. This difference was particularly apparent in the regions of their breasts and their tummies. Except for their rampant nipples, Michel's breasts could have been mistaken for highly developed pectoral muscles, whereas there was no such ambiguity about Amanda's conic shaped orbs with their little pumps glued to their tips. As for their bellies, Michel's was a flat plane interrupted only by the dip in which her navel lay. On the other hand, Amanda's lower belly swelled in a hemisphere which rose out the indentation at her waist and descended into the shadowy V at the junction of her legs. After studying her charge for a minute or so, Mary disappeared briefly. When she returned, she was carrying a small pouch attached to three straps. Kneeling, Mary passed the longest of the straps around Amanda's waist and fastened the other two around her thighs. She then adjusted the straps so that the pouch lay in the deep hallow surrounding Amanda's bellybutton. Once it was there, Mary opened the pouch and withdrew a short, blunt, cylindrical metal plug which she inserted into Amanda's navel and secured in place with short strips attached via velcro locks to the straps which she had previously installed. Finally, using a pair of electric wires, Mary connected the plug to a battery inside in pouch. Seeing the Amanda's incomprehension and growing concern about the purpose of these preparations, Mary reassuringly patted Amanda on the tummy while explaining the reason for the presence of the electrified cylinder pressing against her bellybutton. "You look very lovely seated as you are. The generosity of your figure is wonderfully complemented by the smooth texture of your complexion. However, the image you present would be even more appealing if it contained a hint of tension. The female figure is at its most beautiful when it is clear that its beauty comes at a cost.. In former times, corsets were responsible for producing the requisite stimulation, in our modern world, whale bone has been replaced devices like the one which I attached to you. It will cause you mild discomfort, but that is a price which you should be willing to pay for the pleasure of knowing that your body is being presented to its best advantage." When Mary stopped speaking, she reached inside the pouch and turned the switch which completed the circuit between the battery and the plug embedded in Amanda's navel. As soon as she did, Amanda felt a distinct tingling sensation deep inside her navel. In response, subtle but clearly visible waves passed over her belly as her abdominal muscles contracted around the intrusive plug buried in their midst. Pleased to have created the effect she desired, Mary approvingly ran her hands over the undulating surface of Amanda's stomach. Satisfied, she prepared to rise after squeezing the bulbs to refresh the pressure that the pumps were exerting on Amanda's nipples. Amanda herself had mixed feelings about her new situation. At the same time as she found the sensations emanating from her navel hard to tolerate, she found them strangely erotic and knew that her body's reaction to them was increasing its sexuality. Thus, she greeted with conflicting emotions Mary's announcement that she would be required to remain in her present state for twenty minutes. Twenty minutes sounded to Amanda like eternity, and she doubted that she could stand for that long the dual torment which was being inflicted on her. However, after a few minutes, she discovered that she could distract herself from her own plight by communing, albeit silently, with her companion. Seated directly in front of her, Michel had opened in her eyes and was now staring at Amanda. On her face was a look that expressed both admiration and amusement. Unquestionably, she admired the aesthetic manner in which Amanda's figure was displayed just inches from her own. At the same time, she was amused by Amanda's obvious ambivalence about accommodating the devices which were partially responsible for the appeal of her pose. Having been imprisoned for over nearly half an hour, Michel's own nipples had swollen so that they now extruded through their collars and had acquired a lived red hue. However, after frequent subjugation to this type of ordeal, Michel had learned how to not only tolerate but even extract pleasure from having her body forced to endure the impositions that her training imposed on it. Nonetheless, remembering her own introduction to the school's methods, Michel could easily imagine the turmoil inside Amanda's head. For Amanda, Michel provided a source of inspiration. For one thing, she was impressed by Michel's sleek frame which had a beauty which derived from its natural tone and had no need for the sort of artifice that was producing the contraction of her own abdominal muscles under the layer distinctly feminine layer softness which covered them. Secondly, she knew from the sight of her distended nipples that Michel's nipples were under far greater duress than hers, and she wondered whether she would ever be able to maintain equal equanimity if hers were to receive similar treatment. By the time that the prescribed twenty minutes had past, Amanda had learned to tolerate and even derive a perverse pleasure from the discipline her body had been forced to maintain. On the other hand, the incessant stimulation of her navel combined with the pressure on her nipples left had drained her, and she was greatly relieved when the plug and pumps were finally removed. After releasing them, Mary and Michel's mentors applied lotion to their charges, with particularly solicitous care to their hard worked nipples. Then, knowing that both girls needed time to recuperate, their mentors led them back to Amanda's bedroom and suggested that they take a nap together before lunch. In her state of exhaustion, Amanda had no qualms about sharing her bed with the another girl. In fact, shortly after they were left alone, she and Michel resumed the position which they had assumed on the bench in the sauna, but this time they took much greater liberties with each others bodies. Snuggled against Michel, Amanda reached a hand between them and stroked Michel's firm torso. In return, Michel ran a hand over Amanda's rounded stomach, examining its texture by probing with her fingers until they encountered the hidden musculature beneath its surface. Warming to their task, both girls allowed their hands to drift lower until they delved into the warm nests between their legs. There they performed the service for the other which each of them had performed for herself, bringing her companion to orgasm before succumbing to their exhaustion and falling into a deep sleep. Amanda's Training Ch. 02 Several hour passed before their mentors roused Amanda and Michel from their nap. Their morning routine had taken a heavy toll on them, and it was mid-afternoon when they woke. . When she finally regained full consciousness, Amanda was startled to find her body espaliered to that of another woman. She had fallen asleep in Michel's arms, and she awoke with her breasts pressed against and her legs entwined with Michel's. During her sleep, her mind had been filled with a confused mixture of erotic images, but she had forgotten where she was and, after waking, it took several minutes for her to reorient herself. Michel, on the other hand, suffered no disorientation and soon rose to relieve her bladder. Following Michel's lead, as soon as Michel reappeared, Amanda did the same. By the time that she re-entered the bedroom, Michel and her mentor had left and Mary had brought in a tray with her lunch. While she ate, Mary told her that she would be free to spend the rest of day wondering the grounds and getting acquainted with her fellow trainees. However after she had finished her meal, Mary imposed one restriction on her freedom. In her hands she held for Amanda's inspection a peculiar;y constructed garment. On the one hand, it was obviously some sort of blouse. On the other hand, it was equally obvious that its occupant's modesty was not a priority of its manufacturer. Indeed, the fabric was a mesh made out of coarse strands knotted together to form small hexagons through which its wearer's flesh would be clearly visible. In contrast to coarseness of the material, it was beautifully made and, from a distance, could have been easily mistaken for an expensive item coming from a boutique dedicated to haute couture. "I see that you appreciate the quality of this blouse, and you will soon learn to appreciate its special attributes. Worn, as you are going to, with nothing between it and your skin, it will provide constant stimulation to your breasts and especially your nipples. which will poke through the holes. Every time that you move, the your nipples will shift from one hole to another, producing a delicious if somewhat frustrating sensation. You are to wear this blouse for the rest of the day and in bed tonight, and you are to resist the temptation to do anything which might relieve your nipples from the torment which it is causing them." Meekly, Amanda donned the blouse and did not protest when Mary drew and tied a strategically positioned ribbon which circled her waist and would guarantee that her breasts would be unable to escape from the tantalizing ordeal prescribed for them, and, as Amanda was soon learned, an ordeal is what it would be Having spent the morning being stimulated, her nipples were highly susceptible and soon responded by first poking through the mesh and then migrating from hole to hole at the slightest provocation. Further, the design of the mesh was insidiously clever. Each time one of her nipples changed holes, the coarse strands surrounding it would impede the transition and exert a little tug, As a result, her nipples quickly resumed the size and rigidity which they had achieved earlier under the pumps. Staring down at them protruding through her blouse, she shuddered at the thought of displaying her rampant teats if she were to follow Mary's suggestion that she mingle with the other girls. In spite of her reservations, because the alternative meant spending the evening alone with no distraction from her torment, Amanda eventually decided to leave her room and went down stairs. With each step, her generous breasts swayed, cruelly dragging her distended nipples from trap to trap as she descended. At the bottom of the stairs, she heard voices and, screwing up her courage, headed in the direction from which they came. Entering a large room filled with comfortable looking furniture, she found five girls, all approximately her age and all attired in ways designed to focus their attention on some portion of their sexual apparatus. Two of them were wearing blouses like her own, one of them had her breasts encased in a bra consisting leather straps which circled her them at their base and thrust them into obscene prominence, and two wore wide belts to which were attached straps that crossed their tummies on their way to their crotches, where they bisected their separated labia before re-emerging in the rear between their buttock and buckling to the back of their belts. Seeing that her own plight was no worse than that of these other girls reassured Amanda. In addition, her vanity was gratified when she noted that, with the possible exception of the girl with the straps binding her breasts,none of them had a better figure than her own. Thus, with renewed confidence, she introduced herself and was soon found herself engaged in conversation. Although she was curious about the stimulation which her peers were experiencing and, in particular, wanted to know what it felt like to to have a strap embedded between ones labia, she recognized that there was a tacit agreement to not inquire about such matters. Instead, in so far as it was possible to ignore the blatant exposure of breasts and genitalia, the girls behaved as if they were attending a conventional afternoon gathering. They maintained the same demeanor when, an hour later, they were called to dinner, where they sat primly on leather chairs at table and ate with silverware off of fine china dishes on linen placemats. By the time that they finished, it was past ten o'clock. After bidding one another goodnight, each girl was escorted back to her bedroom by her mentor. When Amanda returned to hers, she realized how tired she was. Looking forward to sleep, she performed her usual ablutions and lay down on bed hoping for a good night's sleep. However, before she could settle into the bedding, Mary leaned over and , after bending Amanda's forearms toward her biceps, secured them in place by means of a sturdy cloth strap that ran behind her back at the level of her shoulder blades and attached to cuffs on her wrists. Seeing the questioning look on Amanda's face, Mary explained. "You have spent the day having your body systematically stimulated, and it is only reasonable to assume that you will be tempted to relieve the resulting excitement by masturbating during the night. Although we at the Cumberland School do not condemn masturbation per se, we feel that it can dull your senses so that you do not profit fully from the experiences which you are here to receive. For this reason, I have bound your wrists so that your fingers cannot reach that portion of your anatomy which is most susceptible to their touch. In addition, although your hands can still reach your breasts, you will find it difficult, if not impossible, to protect your nipples from the holes in the mesh which, each time you turn over or shift positions, will tweak them and remind you of the duress under which they have been purposefully placed. I wish you a good, if not entirely sound, sleep." Tired as she was, Amanda had no trouble falling asleep. However, her sleep was interrupted several times during the night. Each time that she changed positions, the mesh of her blouse forced her nipples into different holes in the mesh and held them captive to be while to scraped against the sheets. Unable to use her hands to either protect or console them, several times she was close to tears before she resigned herself to her fate and fell back to sleep. The following day began in much the same way as the first had. Mary appeared carrying her breakfast as soon as she woke, and after a cursory inspection of her body, told Amanda to relieve herself before eating. When she had finished breakfast, Mary escorted her back into the bathroom and stood so that she was facing the full length mirror mirror hanging on the wall next to the sink. Mary then turned on the bathtub taps before approaching Amanda from the rear, removing the blouse, and reaching around to cup Amanda's breasts in her hands. Pressing their undersides to thrust Amanda's breasts forward, Mary placed the thumb-pads on the tip of each nipple. Having spent an entire day being stimulated, Amanda's nipples were so sensitive that even this ephemeral contact was sufficient to arouse them. As she and Mary watched their image in the mirror, they blossomed on her breasts like the buds of small pink flowers in the spring. Once they were rigidly erect, Mary strummed them with her thumbs, alternately bending them up and down or to the side and then releasing them so that they would snap back to attention like little sentinels. "I am very pleased to see how quickly your nipples have learned their lesson. Of course they will require further training, but they already know their duty and are able to perform on demand. However, they will not be the focus of your training session today. Instead, the center of attention will be lower down. To be sure that that region is ready for its lesson, I must prepare it. The preparation will entail my taking considerable liberties with the most intimate portions of your anatomy, but by now you should have overcome your inhibitions sufficiently to both allow and enjoy my ministrations. You may continue to take narcissistic pleasure in your reflection while I ready your bathtub." When the tub was full, Mary poured a cup of scented bath oil into it and bade Amanda immerse herself in the water. Because the water was quite hot, she hesitated for several seconds to give her skin time to adjust to the temperature before fully lowering her body into it. Intoxicated by the scent and warmth of the bathwater, Amanda found herself re-experiencing the dreamy state that her visit to the sauna had induced. As a result, she raised no objection when Mary began maneuvering her body into a kneeling position in which her buttock and nether regions rose above water level. Nor did she object when Mary turned her attention to this exposed region. Mary began by thoroughly scrubbing the backs of Amanda's upper thighs and buttock with a washcloth. She then replaced the washcloth with a pumice stone which, as it rubbed over Amanda's skin, scoured the blemishes missed by less astringent cleansing methods and replaced them with a pink glow usually seen only on a baby. Having completed her scrubbing, Mary dropped the pumice and leaned forward until her face was inches from Amanda's crotch. Brushing aside the pubic hair in the vicinity, she spread Amanda's labia with her fingers and delved into the crevice in between As she anticipated, she encountered copious secretions giving unmistakable evidence of Amanda's sexual arousal. Although she was glad to see this evidence, Mary continued her investigations with clinical detachment. Squeezing the sides of the of protective pouch in which in lay, with the fingers of one hand she forced Amanda's clitoris to emerge from its hiding place and with the fingers of her other hand tested the responsiveness of that excruciatingly sensitive female organ. In all the many times that she had masturbated, Amanda had never experienced the bitter sweet torture which such intense stimulation provides, but when she instinctively shifted her body in an attempt to avoid further torment, Mary reprimanded her. "Amanda, being a woman myself, I know full well how hard it is to allow ones clitoris to be exposed and manipulated. There is no other place on the female body which is as finely turned a receptor of sensation. Thus, ones natural inclination is to protect it from direct stimulation. However, to do so is to deny oneself the intense pleasure it can provide, and the purpose of your training here is to teach you how to discipline your body so that you can develop and realize its potential to give pleasure. For this reason, you must learn to resist your natural instincts and, at all times, keep your body available to me and others during your stay. Now, resume your kneeling position so that I can continue." Chagrined, Amanda returned to her kneeling position so that Mary would have unimpeded access to her target. Having steeled herself to the continued manipulation of her clitoris, she was disappointed when Mary turned her attention to her equally accessible anus, into which, without ceremony or warning, Mary inserted the nozzle of an enema bag. After opening the petcock which controlled the flow, she reached a hand between Amanda's legs and massaged her belly to ease the passage of liquid from the bag into her entrails. Even after the bag was empty, Mary continued massaging Amanda's lower belly, both to ease her cramping and to make sure that the enema would thoroughly cleanse her bowels. The last time that Amanda had been given an enema was when she was a young child, and so she was shocked and embarrassed to be administered one as an adult. Oblivious to Amanda's distress, Mary continued massaging Amanda's swollen belly for several minutes, preventing her from leaving the bath to discharge the liquid sloshing around inside her. When she did release her, Amanda was in desperate need and immediately rushed to the toilet. Somewhat shaken by the ordeal to which she had just been subjected, Amanda hesitated before putting herself back under Mary's control. Nonetheless, when Mary beckoned her to return to the bath, she complied and re-submerged herself into its warm fragrance. Having given her time to relax, Mary resumed the preparation of Amanda's body for the day ahead. Again she had her kneel so that her crotch was available, but this time it was Amanda's vulva that was the target of her attention. Armed with a razor and scissors, she trimmed all of Amanda's pubic hair in the vicinity of her crotch and then shaved the fluffy hair off her labia and the tougher strands between the cheeks of her buttock. Had Amanda not been already humbled by her enema, she would have protested such an affront to her sense of decorum and privacy. After wiping away the residue left by her razor, Mary helped Amanda back to her feet and out of the tub. Standing her in front of the mirror, Mary first dried her with a towel, then coated every inch of Amanda's pink body with a liberal dose of rose scented oil, and finally brushed her hair until it descended in a thick, straight column down the center of her back. Telling Amanda to stay where she was, Mary went to fetch an item which she had left in the bedroom. When she returned, she held the item up for Amanda's inspection. If she had not seen such a device on two of the girls the day before, Amanda would not have been able to guess its intent. Furthermore, because she had seen only one after it had been installed, she had not realized what a complicated piece of equipment it was. Mounted on the strap which would run between her legs were two knobs, about whose eventual destination she had no illusions. In addition, she saw that there were more straps than she had remembered. These were attached midway between the knobs and positioned so that they would clasp her at the top of her legs. As she was to soon find out, the reason why she had not seen them on the girls yesterday was that, after they were buckled in place, they would sink into and be hidden in the succulent flesh at the junction of her upper thighs with her pelvis. With a mixture of apprehension and growing excitement, Amanda watched as Mary fastened the harness to her body. Mary began by bucking the belt around her waist, making sure that it would lie along the line where her waist was narrowest and cinching it in place. With the other straps dangling from the belt, Mary next prepared Amanda's waiting entrances for their visitors. Beginning at the rear, she covered the crevice between the cheeks of Amanda's buttock with a layer of vaseline like lubricant. Then, placing a supportive hand on Amanda's lower belly, she inserted a well-lubricated finger into her anus and twisted it around to make sure that the surrounding channel was thoroughly coated. Withdrawing her finger, she replaced it with the knob closer to the rear of the strap that would be buried in Amanda's crotch. Having dealt with Amanda's rear entrance, Mary turned her attention to the front one. With practiced skill, she spread Amanda's labia to gain access to the pouch covering her clitoris. She then coaxed that tiny morsel to emerge from its hiding place and simultaneously inserted the remaining knob into Amanda's vagina. Turning Amanda to face her, Mary knelt down to make adjustments to the crotch strap before hitching it to the belt. Of particular concern to her was that it be embedded deep enough inside Amanda's vulva to allow her labia to partially conceal its presence. In addition, she wanted to make certain that Amanda's clitoris would receive the full benefit of the strategically placed bump which was designed to exert constant pressure against its tip. When Mary was satisfied that all was well, she threaded the strap through the belt and, before buckling there, applied enough downward force to produce a slight dip in the otherwise straight line that the belt followed across her belly. Finally, Mary circled each of Amanda's upper thighs with the remaining pair of straps, tightening them so that they sunk into her flesh and would press against the tendons in her groin. Even before she took a step, Amanda knew that her day would be an ordeal, albeit one with compensations. Seemingly working in concert with one another, the invading knobs responded whenever she contracted either of the orifices in which they were lodged. Further, as she followed Mary back into the bedroom, she learned how diabolically effective was the protruding bump pressing against her clitoris. It both induced her clitoris to emerge and punished it when it did. Beseechingly, she turned to Mary for comfort and help, but the response she got provided neither. "You will wear this harness until bedtime. Because of the enema, your need to move your bowels should be minimal, and every few hours, I will assist you when you need to urinate. You are prohibited from touching yourself below your waist. Our goal is to provide you the experience of losing control over the extent or duration of the stimulation which your body is receiving. The harness is an unrelenting mistress, one to which you must learn to submit. It is a harsh lesson, but it is a lesson is worth learning." Amanda's Training Ch. 03 As Amanda soon discovered, her harness was not just a passive source of stimulation. For one thing, it responded to every move that she made, shifting the prongs embedded inside her body and the strap pressing against her clitoris. Worse, and far more humiliating, she learned that the staff had license to exacerbate her torment. Whenever one of them encountered her, she was expected to stand and allow that person, whether male or female, to purposefully bring her to the edge of orgasm by strumming the straps running through her crotch as if she were a stringed instrument. Some of them would simply pull on the strap running over her belly so that it tightened the grip on her clitoris. Others, particularly, the women, would use both the strap in front and the one in the rear to activate the prongs so that the one in her vagina pressed against her G-spot while the one in her bowels rubbed against the thin wall separating her two channels. Much as she was embarrassed to be revealing her excitement, after a couple of encounters she was so frustrated that she would have gladly abandoned her self-respect and allowed a stranger to watch her in the throes of orgasm. However, her tormentors denied her that release by carefully monitoring her responses and always stopping abruptly when they sensed that she was approaching a climax. Humiliating as her teasing was while it was happening, having her body broadcast its excitement to her peers was at least as embarrassing for Amanda. Red faced and panting, she knew that that the other girls could read the signs of unrealized consummation which her body craved. Her nipples stood out at rigid attention from her aereolae, which had grown in diameter and were flushed with a deep pink coloration. Further down, her tummy swelled and partially hid the strap bisecting it. And lower still, she could feel that her labia had spread and knew that the secretions from her vagina must be visible in the folds of flesh displaced by the portion of the strap under which lay her throbbing clitoris. The faces of her companions reflected a mixture of sympathy and cruelty. Most of the girls had experienced the predicament in which Amanda found herself, and some commiserated with her plight. Others were less kind and enjoyed witnessing someone else suffering what they had suffered themselves. Among those who had spent a day at the tender mercies of the crotch harness, there were a few who remembered that day as a bitter-sweet experience, and they consoled Amanda with predictions that, harrowing as she found it the moment, she would look back on this as one of the most exciting days in her life. At first Amanda was skeptical about these predictions. However, as time passed, her skepticism diminished. After several encounters with members of the staff, she began taking pride in her body's response to its stimulation. With increasing vividness, she thought of herself in botanical terms. Her tormentors were gardeners whose goal was to make her body blossom, and that was exactly what it was doing. In keeping with this botanical interpretation was her recognition that her nipples were like nubile twigs which sprout in the spring and that her vulva resembled a fruit which opens to reveal its succulence when it ripens. These images pleased her and eventually transformed her fear of further encounters into a desire have them continue. Never before had she felt as totally female: her body blossoming so that it would attract attention and responding to that attention by blossoming further. By lunchtime, Amanda had been brought to the brink of orgasm four times. Each time her body had gone through the preparations for orgasm, and each time it had been denied the ecstasy that it sought. These preparations had taken a toll on her stamina, and, although she had no appetite for food, she welcomed the respite that lunch provided. After lunch, Mary took Amanda back to her bedroom and, after re-installing the device which prevented her from touching her own body, made her take a much needed nap. Within minutes, Amanda drifted off into a semi-conscious state, but her mind continued to dwell on the events which had made her morning one of frustrated bliss. More than once she awoke certain that she was on the verge of orgasm, only to realize that the decision about if, when, and how she would achieve orgasm was not in her control and would be determined by others. Two hours later, Mary came to get her up. After unfastening her arms and assisting her in the bathroom, Mary introduced Amanda to a piece of equipment which she had set up before waking her. Suspended from the bedroom ceiling and attached to a socket in the floor was a sturdy pole. Backing Amanda up until the pole rested between her shoulder blades and ran down her spine, Mary circled Amanda's waist with a strand of cotton rope, securing her to the pole with her arms pressed to her sides and her hands held captive beneath the rope. Leaving Amanda to contemplate her situation, Mary left the room. When she returned a few minutes later, she was accompanied by Michel and John. "Amanda, you will be relieved to learn that you will be granted the orgasm for which you have been striving since arriving here. However, you will have to earn it. Michel and John are here to help you, but it is you who will doing the lion's share of the work. Each of them will be assigned one of your breasts. Armed with brushes of various sorts, they will systematically stimulate the breast assigned to them, sometimes with the brush bristles and sometimes with their fingers. That is the only help they will provide, the rest is up to you. Of course, the plugs inside your vagina and bowels will intensify your response to the stimulation that they are giving your breasts, and I encourage you to clamp down on them as your excitement builds . Nonetheless, it is through your breasts that you will reach your goal. Breast induced climaxes are an arduous way for a girl to achieve orgasm, but, as you are about to learn, the rewards are well worth the effort. I am sure that Michel envies the experience which she and John are going to make possible for you." As soon as she finished talking, Mary handed Michel and John several brushes. Amanda could see that the bristles on them ranged from short and stiff to long and soft, and a frisson of excitement passed down her bound torso as she imagined the differing sensations which they would produce. But she didn't need to imagine for long, because Michel and John wasted no time before applying the brushes to their targets. Michel chose to begin with a brush which, like a nailbrush, had short, stiff bristles that she could control with diabolical precision. Holding the brush with her finger tips and leaning forward to bring her face within inches of the breast assigned to her, Michel applied the bristles to Amanda's aereola, purposefully avoiding the stem of her nipple as she guided the bristles along the ring of puckered flesh where the nipple emerged from the breast. Light as Michel's touch was, Amanda could not suppress a gasp following at the completion of each circuit around her painfully erect teat. For the purpose of contrast, the brush John chose had long, soft bristles, like those on a shaving brush. Taking advantage of their length and flexibility, he squashed them into Amanda's nipple and twirled the brush in his fingers, thereby producing sensations distinctly different from those Michel was causing but just as hard for Amanda to bear. With admirable dedication and skill, Michel and John continued teasing Amanda's proffered breasts, switching brushes whenever they sensed that the breast on which they were working had become accustomed to the stimulation it was receiving In response, Amanda's excitement and frustration grew. At times she would express her anguish by rising to her toes and throwing back her head while emitting plaintive cries. At other times she would twist her body forward in an attempt to bring her breasts and nipples into closer contact with the bristles. After what seemed to her like hours, but was in fact only a little more than twenty minutes, her excitement reached a level at which the onset of orgasm should have been imminent. However, try as she might, she remained suspended at that level, and her body seemed incapable of consummating the preparations it was making. Convinced that Amanda was doing everything that could be expected of her, Mary took pity on her and told Michel and John to drop their brushes and replace them with their fingers. Working in concert with one another, each took hold of one of Amanda's distended nipples and began rolling it back and forth while alternately pulling it away from its mooring and pressing it into the pliant flesh beneath. Their new tactics brought immediate results, and Amanda at last felt the first wave of blissful relief, this initial wave being followed by a series of waves which washed over her entire body and left her drained but thoroughly satisfied. As she collapsed against the pole, whatever reservations she had had about her decision to attend the Cumbrian School for Young Women disappeared and were replaced by certainty that she it was the best decision that she had ever made. Her hard won orgasm left Amanda in a daze. She was vaguely aware that Mary unhitched her from the pole and, with Michel and John's assistance, carried her inert body to the bed, where Mary removed her crotch harness. Her gratitude for the removal of the prongs taken out of her vagina and bowels was accompanied by a sense of loss. Having learned to accommodate their presence, her body seemed to resent their absence. On the other hand, her rational mind recognized that, having had her sexual appetite sated in a manner which met, and even exceeded, her expectations, her body would need to recover before it could benefit from further stimulation. Thus, she was more relieved than disappointed when Mary announced that she would spend the remainder of the day resting and that her training would not resume until the next day. Each days that followed introduced Amanda to a new aspect of her own sexuality. The morning after her day in the harness, she and Michel returned to the sauna, where they renewed their intimate explorations of one anothers anatomy. As distinguished from the last time, Amanda felt annoyance rather than embarrassment when their dalliance was interrupted by their mentors, a change which, with satisfaction, was duly noted by Mary. Her annoyance increased when, without the benefit of a shower, she and Michel were escorted to a room which she immediately recognized as a ballet studio, complete with mirrors running from floor to ceiling and barres mounted to the walls. Seeing the look of displeasure on Amanda's countenance, Mary described the program that would occupy the rest of her morning. "Yours is a lovely, young body, and you have spent the last two days learning some of the ways in which it can give you pleasure. Nonetheless, you still have much to learn. In particular, as yet, you have not experienced the pleasure of artfully inflicted pain. I am not speaking of crudely delivered pain, like that produced by a whip or devices designed to torture your flesh. Instead, the pain I am talking about comes from having your body forced to assume and hold various positions in which your muscles are stretched beyond their normal limits. You may think that there can be no pleasure in such pain, but you would be wrong. Surely you can remember the pleasure that you gave yourself as a child when you worried a tooth that had become loose. Now you will learn that a similar pleasure can be derived from having your limbs manipulated in ways that extend your muscles and make them pull on the tendons and ligaments attached to them. At the same time, you will derive narcissistic pleasure from watching your body as its shape evolves and transforms from one positions to the next, and you should derive aesthetic, and maybe mildly sadistic pleasure from seeing Michel's body undergoing similar transformations and knowing first hand what toll they are exacting on her. In any case, it is time that you meet Madame Borodina, who has just arrived to be put you through your paces." Until Mary stopped speaking, Michel and Amanda did not notice that a large, older woman had joined them. She was handsomely attired and had the confidence of woman who, though past her prime, knows that she still is an imposing presence. With a professional eye, she had been sizing up the girls who stood naked before her, and, when Mary finished, she began subjecting their figures to closer scrutiny. In much the same was as a prospective buyer might examine a horse, she ran her hands along their flanks and legs, testing the texture of their flesh and assessing the tone of the muscles beneath. Her demeanor made clear that she would tolerate no resistance, and neither girl had the courage to offer her any. Speaking with a slight Russian accent, after completing her preliminary examination of their general condition, she gave a summary of her findings. "In your own way, each of you is a fine specimen. Michel has a sleek, athletic build that, under different circumstances, I would have enjoyed training for the ballet. By contrast, Amanda lacks Michel's muscularity but has an appealing feminine softness. I suspect that her body is not be as naturally flexible as Michel's and that I will have to take greater care to avoid injuring it. On the other hand, for the same reason, it should be easier for me to provide her the sort of experience which Mary has just been describing, and I always enjoy working on a girl whose body is particularly vulnerable to the sensations that I am here to provide the two of you." Fear gripped both girls as they listened to Madame Borodina deliver her assessment, and Amanda was especially disturbed by the ominous tone of her concluding remark. Cowering, they, like lambs being led to slaughter, followed Madame Borodin to the center of room, where she had them sit facing one another about three yards apart. When they were seated, she told them to fold their legs and bring their feet together so that the soles of their feet were touching and their bent legs slayed out to the side. She then told them to clasp their hands behind their necks and lower their knees toward the floor without allowing their feet to separate. As she had predicted, Michel's flexibility allowed her to spread her legs so wide that her knees came within a few inches of the floor, whereas Amanda's knees remained more than a foot above the floor. When she saw that Amanda would make no further progress on her own, Madame Borodina knelt in front of her and placed a hand on each of Amanda's bent knees. Pressing down with her hands, she slowly forced Amanda's leg further apart. Staring down, Amanda watched with alarm as she her legs were forced to spread. She felt a growing burning sensation which emanated from her groin and ran along her inner thighs to her knees. Seeing the tendons in groin emerge and the feeling sockets in her pelvis open, she was reminded of the times she had watched her father rending apart the legs from a chicken that he was carving, and she was horrified by the thought that Madame Borodina might being intending to do the same to her. However, just at the instant when Amanda was certain that her tendons would tear if they were stretched any further, Madame Borodina relented and adjusted the pressure she was applying so that Amanda's legs would remain splayed as they were. Looking directly at Amanda's anguished face and into her tear filled eyes, Madame Borodina smiled and offered her some consolation. "Amanda my dear, I know that you are suffering and think yourself ill-used, but you should realize that you are not the first girl to suffer in this way and that you, like them, will survive intact. Indeed, I myself was subjected to far worse treatment during my ballet training in Russia, and, as you can see for yourself, without my assistance, Michel's legs are spread as far apart as yours. Rather than indulge in self-pity, try to surrender to and rise above your pain. Think about the marvel of your female anatomy and its ability to adapt to the demands that are made on it. If you concentrate, you will feel the muscles and tendons in your groin and thighs lengthen. When that happens, the sharp pain that you are now feeling will evolve into a sensation in which the pain is accompanied and becomes indistinguishable from pleasure. It is hard for you to believe what I am telling you, but I am here to make sure that you will learn that I speak the truth." For Amanda, Madame Borodina words were, at best, a source of cold comfort.. The burning sensation in her groin and thighs had not diminished, and she doubted that such pain could ever be associated with pleasure. Nonetheless, out of desperation, she decided to heed Madame Borodina advice. When she turn her gaze to Michel, she had to admit that her legs were just as far apart as her own. In addition, she saw an enigmatic smile of contentment and satisfaction on Michel's countenance. Perhaps that smile did not reflect the hedonistic joy that Amanda associated with sexual pleasure, but it clearly indicated that Michel, as distinguished from herself, was deriving a perverse pleasure from submitting to the demands that Madame Borodina that was imposing on her body.. The tendons in her groin were just as visible as Amanda's and there was a slight trembling along her widely spread legs, but, at the same time, these symptoms of stress were not the only messages that her body was transmitting. Michel's position thrust her vulva forward, and Amanda could see that Michel's labia had opened to reveal that her glistening clitoris had emerged from its protective sheath and was bobbing up and down as if it were seeking attention. Inspired by Michel, Amanda made a concerted effort to follow her example. Closing her eyes, she wiled her tendons to stretch and the muscles her thighs to relax. To her combined relief and amazement, they soon began responding and, as they did, the sharp pain receded and was replaced by a pain which was not only tolerable but even sensual. No longer was it necessary for Madame Borodina to apply as much pressure. At the same time, remembering the sight of Michel's vulva, she first imagined and then felt her own labia unfold to expose the nodule which had been so thoroughly exercised the day before. Finally, opening her eyes, she saw on Madame Borodina's face a look of satisfaction that clearly said "I told you so." Madame Borodina kept Michel and Amanda's legs stretched for an additional ten minutes before she allowed them to rest. After so much time having their legs spread, both girls had considerable difficulty bringing their legs back together and did so gingerly. While they recuperated, Madame Borodina made preparations for their next lesson in the sexual potency of judiciously inflicted torment. When she roused them, she had them stand facing each other. Positioning herself behind Michel, she told Michel to raise her arms and place her hands on her shoulders. As soon as they were available to her, Madame Borodina grasped Michel's wrists and bound them together with one end of a rope. She then dropped the rope down the center-line of Michel's back, threaded it through the her crotch, and pulled it taut before wrapping it around her waist and securing it in place with knot. Although the tension on Michel's arms was moderate, it was sufficient to force her smoothly shaved underarms into vulnerable prominence. After inspecting her handiwork, she adjusted the rope between Michel's legs so that it would be embedded between and spread her labia. Satisfied with what she had done to Michel, she applied the same binding to Amanda. Amanda's Training Ch. 03 Using the ropes bisecting their tummies as handles, Madame Borodina led her charges a padded mat on which she had them kneel side by side. Standing behind Michel, she placed her hands on Michel's shoulders and slowly guided her backwards until her head rested against the mat and her torso formed an arch spanning the gulf between her head and knees. After running her hands over Michel's tightly stretched body to assure herself that she had achieved the desired level of stress, she made Amanda assume the same pose. Leaving the girls gasping for air as they tried to accommodate the strain imposed by their position, she told Mary and Michel's mentor to kneel at the heads of their wards and instructed them to stroke the expanse of exquisitely tender and enticingly exposed flesh of the girls inner arms and armpits. At the same time, she herself knelt between the girls so that she would have access to their gaping vulvas. Placing a hand in the crotch of each girl, she teased the inner surfaces of their spread labia, eliciting copious secretions that lubricated a path to their throbbing clitorises buried beneath the rope. In response to the subtle stimulation provided by their mentors and the blatantly explicit stimulation being administered by Madame Borodina, Amanda and Michel twisted their constrained bodies , treating their tormentors to a deliciously lascivious response by the female anatomy to intense sexual excitement. Occasionally one or the other of the girls would attempt to relieve the tension in her bowed body by rising to a more comfortable position, but each time she would be prevented from doing so her by her mentor. Eventually the two girls abandoned all hope of lessening the tension on their musculature and resigned themselves to their mutual fate, which turned out to be more than half an hour of unrelenting teasing until, in spite of their contorted position, they achieved orgasm. Their arched position put enormous strain on their abdominal muscles whose contours were made dramatically visible by an ever increasing film of sweat bathing them. When it finally arrived, the onset of their orgasm was signaled by an extreme bowing of their backs as they trust their bellies in the air and, as if frozen in that pose, held their bodies rigid while absorbing the impact of their arduously won sexual gratification. If it were not for the sound of their breathing and the sensuous undulation of their hips, one easily might have mistaken them for a masterfully, if somewhat obscenely, executed depiction of two young women at the instant of sexual consummation. Once Amanda and Michel's orgasms subsided, their torsos sank between their bent legs. While they lay inert in a dazed state of exhaustion, Madame Borodina condescendingly patted them on their tummies before rising from her post, and, in a voice tinged with envy, advised their mentors that the girls had endured all they could stand for a day and should be allowed to spend the rest of the day recovering from their experience.