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Sculpting Mei-Lien Ch. 01

By: anon1940



For several months, Mei-Lien and I have been meeting regularly twice a week. She began coming to see me in order to improve her spoken English. Her first language is Mandarin, and, like many young Chinese, she had studied English in school with someone whose own grasp of the language was tenuous. Being a good student, she had acquired a good vocabulary and could read English with ease. However, she had little or no idea how to pronounce most of the words in her vocabulary, a fault which she was determined to correct. With a combination of native talent and absolute dedication, her command of English has improved to the point that, were it not for a slight residual accent, I would be unable to tell that she had not spent her life speaking the language. Not only is her pronunciation close to perfect, the sophistication with which she chooses her works is remarkable. Thus, long before the time when this story begins, out meetings had become occasions devoted more to conversation and the exchange of ideas than to language instruction.

Not long after she started coming to me, I realized that I was beginning to like this girl quite a lot. She exuded a refreshing confidence and intelligence which quickly won me over. At the same time, I began to appreciate her looks. Although she is no raving beauty, but she has a charmingly open, bright, Asian face which transforms to reflect her mood. When she is thinking about a problem, her concentration manifests itself on her forehead, which furrows to form a charming hollow above each of her eyebrows. When she solves the problem, her satisfaction is broadcast by a smile which erases the furrows in her brow and spreads over her entire face. She stands a little over five feet tall, and, if it were as svelte as she wishes it were, her figure would be diminutive. As it is, it has a pleasing roundness about which she is somewhat embarrassed. In fact, even our earliest conversations often included a discussion of her less than successful efforts to improve her figure. 

Because I rather liked the softness and radiance which her residual baby fat produced, my initial reaction was to discourage her from attempting too drastic an alteration of her figure. However, as time passed, it became increasingly clear that her figure continued to bother her and that she was discussing it with me in the hope that I would play an active role in helping her improve it. Thus when, about two months after she started coming to me, she brought the subject up again, I told her that I would be more than happy to add the transformation of her body as a reason for her visits, but that I had to know more about it before I could be of any assistance. In short, she would have to be willing to have me examine her body if she expected me to help her improve it.

Up until this time, Mei-Lien had been never given me the opportunity to learn much about her body. Although she was always attractively attired when she came to me, her choice of clothing seemed to be deliberately calculated to hide rather than reveal her figure. Initially, I attributed her mode of dress to a manifestation of Asian reserve and a reluctance to introduce possible sources of distraction into our relationship. Now I understood that her choice of clothes was dictated at least as much by her sense of vanity as by modesty. For this reason, I knew she would find it difficult to comply with my request that she reveal more of her body to me, and so I was not surprised when, shortly after I made my request, she brought her visit to a hasty conclusion. 

Having not been at all certain that she would ever return, I was relieved when she arrived promptly for her next lesson and pleased to note the change in her choice of clothes. Rather than the loose fitting, waist-less dress which she had worn until then, she was wearing a blouse and pants which revealed to me, for the first time, the contours of her body. In what was an unmistakable invitation to view her figure, she stood before me and, after raising her arms, pirouetted to facilitate my inspection of what lay beneath her clothes. What I saw was a healthy young female body. Admittedly, its contours were less pronounced than those of most European women: Mei-Lien's breasts and hips are less than luxuriant, and what curves she possessed were partially obscured by the absence of a clearly defined waist. 

When I had completed my appraisal, I approached Mei-Lien and, looking directly into her face, placed my hands on her hips, right at the level where her blouse was tucked into her pants. When I did so, I felt a slight tremor run down her body and could see from the furrows forming above her eyebrows that she was having difficulty deciding whether to step away. After a momentary hesitation, it was clear that she was determined to not retreat and that she was waiting for me to proceed. Maintaining our eye contact, I gently tugged the hem of her blouse out of her pants, undid its three bottom buttons, and bared the portion of her stomach between her bra and waistband. Lowering my gaze so that I could look at her newly exposed midriff, I saw that, in spite of, and perhaps because of, the thin layer of fat beneath her skin, her body possessed a succulent femininity which was in stark contrast to the muscular ideal currently in fashion. 

Looking again into her face, I asked her permission to run my hands over her belly. Once more the furrows formed, but only briefly before she gave her assent with a nod of her head. As soon as she nodded, I guided her so that she was standing in front of the hall mirror and took up a position directly behind her. I then circled her waist and placed my hands lightly on the band of flesh which I had exposed. For several minutes, I kept them still, content to savor the moment while giving her time to become accustomed to having her body handled. Satisfied that she was ready for me to move on, I burrowed my right hand beneath the waistband of her pants until it was resting on smooth surface of the panties stretched over her rounded lower belly. 

With one of my hands above and the other below her diaphragm, it was easy for me to monitor the waves of tension which coursed through Mei-Lien's small frame. She made no attempt to escape my touch, but it was clear that the presence of my hands on her body dealt a severe blow to her sense of decorum. In the hope that it would allay her fears, I kept my hands still and tried to calm her .

"Mei-Lien, I am grateful for the trust which your behavior makes clear that you place in me, and I will do everything in my power to justify that trust. Already I have confirmed my suspicion that your body possesses a lovely succulence. Although I am aware that succulence is an asset which you do not fully appreciate, it is one which, if you have me work with you on your figure, I will endeavor to preserve. Should you give me permission to delve further, I will probe your stomach with my fingers to learn how far beneath the surface your muscles lie. Once I have that information, I think that we can design a regimen which will produce the modifications which you want without causing the modifications which I do not."

I sensed that, if nothing else, Mei-Lien took comfort from the knowledge that, in spite of her own reservations about it, her body pleased me. As if to confirm my intuition, Mei-Lien began to relax a little and let her body sag into mine, with the back of her head resting against my collarbone and the mound of her behind pressing against the front of my upper thighs. We remained in this static pose long enough to give her time to adjust and me time to further appreciate what an enticing a little package she made. Then, after several minutes, she lifted her head to make eye contact in the mirror and gave me the signal for which I had been waiting. In fact, without saying a word, she undid the catch holding her pants in place and wriggled her hips until the pants lay in a pool at her feet. 

With her pants gone, I now had an unobstructed view of Mei-Lien's front, from her ribcage down. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, I immediately understood what it was about her figure which bothered Mei-Lien. As I said, like most Chinese women, her body lacked the generous curvaceousness of many European women. In addition, what curves it had were compromised by her slight excess of flesh, particularly in the region of her waist. Nonetheless, I continued to find it very attractive. Mei-Lien has a beautiful complexion, and I particularly admired the band of unblemished, smooth skin which was exposed between her bra and panties. I was also pleased to note that its smoothness was complemented by a firmness which hinted at the strength of the abdominal muscles which lay beneath. 

Wanting to confirm my visual inspection with a tactile one, I asked Mei-Lien if she would object to my examining her body with my hands. Again choosing to not speak, Mei-Lien gave her ascent by first nodding her head and then lowering her head so that she could watch exactly what my hands were doing to her body. To put her at ease, I decided to start by running my palms over her pantie clad tummy instead of her bare midriff. The instant that she felt my hands touch her belly, a wave of tension rippled through her torso. However, she made no attempt to escape from my touch and only responded by increasing her focus on what I was doing. 

Now that her belly was directly under my hands, I could confirm my suspicion about the condition of Mei-Lien's basic physical condition. Just grazing my hand over her panties, I could tell that her tummy was firm and had a nicely rounded shape. When I sensed that she was ready to accept a more thorough examination, I tested her abdominal muscles. By pressing my fingers into layer of soft flesh which covered them, I could acquaint myself with the muscles in the vicinity of her navel. I have always admired the way that nature designed a woman's torso, particularly the region just below her waist where the curve of her lower belly dips to form the hallow in which her navel sits. Much to my satisfaction, I found that, in spite of its less than pronounced appearance, Mei-Lien did have a well defined waist which, with a little training, could be accentuated so that it would become an asset of which she could be justifiably proud. 

After familiarizing myself with this portion of her anatomy, I asked Mei-Lien for permission to delve further. "Mei-Lien, I wonder if you would allow me to subject your stomach to a more intimate examination. This will require you to first lower your panties so that your belly button is available. I will then press one of my fingers deep into your navel. This intrusion may cause you mild discomfort, but I want to find out how your muscles respond to the presence of my finger in their midst. The test will last several minutes, during which your tummy will be under considerable duress. However, not only will this test give me vital information about the condition of your body, it will allow me to assess your dedication to subjecting your body to the sort of rigorous training which can improve its appearance."

From the anxious expression on Mei-Lien's face, it was clear to me that she found my request quite disconcerting. I could not tell whether her concern stemmed from having to further bare her body and permit me such intimate access to it or from the slightly ominous intimation contained in my concluding remarks, but her tightly knit brow left no doubt that she was struggling with her decision. Wanting to give her as much time as she needed, I was content to monitor her thought processes, as reflected by her mobile brow, while resting my hands on her hips. Minutes passed before Mei-Lien reached her decision and communicated it by lowering the front panel of her panties until their elastic top ran just below the bulge of her lower belly. Taking my cue, I began by running my fingers along the shelf where her lower belly dips to form her waist. At the center of this shelf lies her navel, an elliptically shaped crater surrounded by walls of smoothly sculpted flesh. The crater itself was less than half an inch deep, but its opening was more than sufficient for what I had in mind 

Slowly I moved the fingers of my right hand until her navel was directly below my index finger. Then, proceeding with care, I inserted the tip of my finger into her belly button. Mei-Lien responded to the penetration of her navel by immediately releasing a plaintiff sigh and bunching the surrounding muscles in a vain attempt to prevent further progress. Nonetheless, I continued exerting pressure until I could feel the tight knot of her umbilicus pressing against my fingertip, at which point I stopped so that she could accustom herself to having my finger embedded in her abdomen. When it appeared that she had come to terms with her impalement, I began massaging the muscles in the vicinity of her navel. Specifically, by probing with my finger, I was able to force her muscles to fight the intrusion which I was imposing on them. Contrary to what I presumed was their purpose, the contraction of her muscles only served to enhance their vulnerability. In fact, if it were not for the anguished expression on her face, I would have believed that she was attempting to draw my finger deeper into her body. Whether or not it was her intention, my finger was soon buried more than a full inch into her tummy, whose muscles had become a warm sleeve enveloping their tormentor.

Much as I was enjoyed manipulating Mei-Lien's body in this way, I knew that she was finding my machinations hard to bear. Thus, I tried to console her with words. "Mei-Lien, I have no doubt that, if you wish, you can have the figure which you crave. Although they have not been exercised regularly, your abdominal muscles are already strong and have the potential to become stronger. However, to train them properly will require resolve on your part, and I need to know whether you are ready to make the requisite commitment. That is why I am continuing to persecute your tummy even though I have already ascertained all the information which I need about your abdominal muscles. I will keep you impaled for another two minutes, at the end of which I will remove my finger. After you have had a chance to catch your breath and tidy up a bit, I want you to go home and think about what I have done with you today. If you decide that you would like to have me train your body, I will be most glad to do so. If, on the other hand, you decide that you do not want to subject your body again to the sort of treatment which it has received today, I will thoroughly respect your decision, and our relationship will return to what it has been heretofore."

True to my word, I withdrew my finger when the two minutes had elapsed. Throughout those two minutes, I thought that I could read Mei-Lien's mind as she tried to come to assimilate what I was forcing her to experience. Toward the end of the first minute, the expression on her face began to evolve from one of unalloyed suffering to one of resignation, and by the time that I removed my finger, I sensed that her resignation was transforming into fascination. Whatever were her actual emotions during the period of her trial, her relief at its termination was unmistakable. 

Knowing that she would be both physically and emotionally drained by her ordeal, I left Mei-Lien alone to dress and take her leave; and when, quarter of an hour later, I heard the front door close, it was far from clear to me whether I had seen the last of Mei-Lien. It seemed entirely likely that I had violated her sense of propriety and that she would never return. On the other hand, I took hope from her acquiescence to every demand which I had made on her body and what I interpreted to be her curiosity about what other demands I might want to make on it. However, my optimism faded when she failed to appear on time for her next appointment, and I was just beginning to resign myself to her never coming again when the door bell rang.

Sculpting Mei-Lien Ch. 02



I made no attempt to hide my delight at finding her outside my door and quickly ushered inside. Even before she removed her coat, it was obvious that instruction in English was not the only, or even the primary, reason why Mei-Lien had come. Rather than her habitual rather drab hairdo, she had carefully plaited her sumptuous black mane into a stylish knot at the back of her head which enhanced the beauty of her rounded, Asian face. Hardly giving me time to appreciate her coiffure, she disappeared into my study. After a few minutes, she reappeared and positioned herself before the mirror in which she had witnessed the persecution of her own tummy. Raising her arms and clasping her hands behind her neck, she presented me with an unobstructed view of what had been hidden beneath her coat.

Mei-Lien's choice of clothes took me by surprise. All she wore was a tightly fitted pair of shorts, which left bare both her legs and most of her stomach, and a halter top, which was just as revealing as a bra. The shorts and halter were both made out of the sort of soft material which follows every contour on which it lies. Thus, not only were Mei-Lien's mons and pelvic region clearly outlined, but the shape of her breasts and the points of her erect nipples poking against their cover were put on display.

Moving to join her in front of the mirror, I stood behind her and placed a hand on each of her gently sloping shoulders, right next to her clasped hands at the back of her neck. While kneading the tendons in her shoulders, I put my mouth near her right ear and, in a hushed voice, told her, "Your decision makes me very happy, especially now that you have shown me what a fine body I will be training. As you already know, I do not want to make drastic alterations in your figure, whose soft, feminine contours I find very attractive. Instead, what I would like to adopt the role of a sculptor who is putting the finishing touches on a statue with which he is already pleased. Thus, what I will concentrate on those aspects of your body which I think could be improved. The most obvious of these is your posture. Even with your arms drawn back as they are, your shoulders hunch forward and your stomach lacks discipline. Both these defects are the consequence of inadequate muscle tone, and they are exacerbated by a lack of attention on your part. Assuming that you agree to my doing so, I will help you overcome these imperfections."

In response, Mei-Lien said, "Since my last visit, I have done little but think about what you did to me. At first I was sure that I did not want you to do anything like that again. However, as the soreness in my belly began to recede, I realized that I was actually sorry to lose the memory of what you had done to them. I have had lovers, but none of them has made me so aware of my body as you did. I cannot explain it, but while you were manipulating of my body you were also manipulating my emotions. In spite of the physical pain which you caused me, you made me proud of my body in a way that I had never experienced before. I have come back today hoping that you can give me that experience again and knowing the price which I will have to pay for it." 

Surprised as I was by their bluntness, her words assured me that I had her agreement. Thus I guided her by her shoulders into the living room and told her to lie flat on her back in the middle of the rug. When she had, I knelt by her legs and pushed on her feet until her knees were bent. I then moved so that I was straddling her feet and grasped her ankles. "Mei-Lien, I want to begin by having you exercise your stomach. I will hold your feet flat on the floor while you raise your torso toward your knees. Each time that you rise as far as you can, I want you to hold your position while I count to ten. When I say 'ten,' you may lower your body back the floor, although I want you to do so as slowly as possible. I do not know how many times I can expect you to repeat this exercise, but I think that we should aim for twenty repetitions. In any case, it is I, not you, who will determine when you may stop. Now, clasp your hands again at the back of your neck, and begin."

As soon as I finished speaking, Mei-Lien began. Grimacing, she raised herself until her breasts were within a few inches of her bent legs. From my position, I was ideally situated to monitor every detail of her progress. As she lifted her head off the floor, the muscles in her lower abdomen bunched and, as she rose, became increasingly clearly defined beneath the front panel of her shorts. At the same time, her chest was thrust forward so that the mounds of her breasts flattened against her halter, with the result that her areolae became dimly visible and her nipples more prominent. When she was upright, I counted to ten, purposefully prolonging her travail by taking several seconds between numbers. At 'ten,' she slowly lowered herself back to the floor, where I allowed her time to catch her breath before telling her to rise again.

By the time that she had completed her tenth repetition, it was obvious that I had overestimated Mei-Lien's capacity when I had set her goal. Therefore, not wanting to overtax her resolve and wanting her to have sufficient reserve to tolerate the next stage in the program which I had conceived for her, I told her that she had done enough and that she should rest where she was while I went the collect a few things. With an expression of sincere gratitude on her sweat covered face, she released the tension in her upper body and, after I have gotten up, straightened her legs so that she once again lay supine on the floor. 

When I returned, she had her eyes closed and had beatific smile on her face. During my brief absence I had fetched a wash basin and a few toiletries from the bathroom as well as a couple of pillows from the bedroom. Kneeling next to her head, I first placed a pillow beneath her head and then bathed the sweat from her brow and the exposed portions of her torso, and then carefully dried her off with a towel. Next, I moved to her side and sprinkled talcum powder all over the wide band of bare flesh lying between her halter and shorts. Finally, I spent several minutes spreading the powder into a even, smooth film.

Leaning back on my heels, I could not but admire the effect which I had produced. The thin film of powder complemented Mei-Lien's dusky complexion. In addition, it so beautifully highlighted every line, nook, and cranny of her body that I was tempted to continue powdering the rest of her, particularly the succulent region at the tops of her thighs. However, I feared that involving such an explicitly sexual part of her anatomy might break the spell which my attentions had cast over her, and so I resisted my temptation and simply spent several minutes contemplating the aesthetic effect which I had already produced. 

Rousing myself from my reverie and her from her rest, I told Mei-Lien what was the next item on my agenda for her. "You will be pleased to learn that you have completed the most physically demanding part of regimen which I have planned for today. What comes now is a lesson in body discipline. Once again, your abdominal muscles will back at work, only this time in a much more subtle way. Namely, I am going to sit by your side and literally force you to keep your abdominal muscles rock hard. The methods which I am going to use will vary, but they all are intended to prevent you from relaxing your tummy. As long as I am satisfied that your muscles are working hard enough, I will merely run my hands over the surface on stomach to produce a mild ticking sensation to help keep you aware of your responsibility. However, should your attention lapse and your muscles begin to relax, I will not hesitate to employ more rigorous methods, like the one which you experienced the other day." 

When she heard my final sentence, I saw the muscles in her belly flatten as her abdominal muscles tightened. Thus, when I placed my hands on her stomach, I could feel the tension under my fingers as I slid them over the flat, powdered plane which ran from the bottom of her halter, past the oval of her navel, over the inverted bowl of her lower belly, and disappeared into her shorts, where, even covered, its presence was visible. Keeping my word, for about five minutes I restricted myself to a gentle teasing, occasionally applying pressure to places where I sensed her muscles could be harder. However, at the end of those five minutes, Mei-Lien's muscles began to fail, with the result that I had to apply more intense stimulation.

Shifting so that I was straddling her hips, I placed both my hands on her lower belly and began massaging it, probing with my fingers through the soft pads of fat surrounding her navel in order worry the tightly drawn muscles beneath. In response, Mei-Lien twisted her whole torso back and forth in a vain effort to relieve the pressure on her already tired muscles. Realizing that her gyrations were of no help, she soon abandoned them and lay still, staring at me with a pleading look in her eyes and grabbing my wrists, less to interfere with what I was doing than to communicate the anguish I was causing her. 

Hoping that it would console her, I said, "Mei-Lien, I recognize that you have been doing your very best and that you can't continue for much longer. Nonetheless, I want to be certain that your muscles are thoroughly exhausted before I let them rest. I think that I will have achieved my goal in a minute or so." My prediction was correct. Within a minute, I could feel that Mei-Lien's muscles were unable to resist my fingers any longer, and, as soon as this happened, I stopped probing and leaned back. 

Moved by the relief which I saw in Mei-Lien's face, I announced that her figure training was over for the day and that I was very pleased by her obvious dedication. I then attempted to stand up, but was prevented from doing so by her hands, which continued to grasp my wrists and hold my hands against her persecuted belly. Encouraged by this indication of intimacy, I lowered my body over hers and planted a chaste kiss on her brow, a gesture for which I was rewarded with a warm smile which spread over her face and a whispered "thank you" from her lips.

Not wanting to overstay my welcome, I rose after several minutes, helped Mei-Lien to her feet, and suggested that she refresh herself in the bathroom. She stayed in the bathroom for quite a long time, and, when she reappeared, it was evident that she had spent the time well. Freshly washed and coiffed, she glowed with a radiance that I had not seen before. 

Leading her once again to the hall mirror, I asked how she felt and what she thought of my training methods. Speaking softly, but with conviction, she answered, "I have never felt better, although I am sure that I will be sore tomorrow. As for your program, I am not only certain that it is will greatly improve my appearance but also that I want to continue. You have taught me things about my body and its resilience that I never suspected, and I would like to have you teach me more."

Reassured by her answer, I ran my hands over her belly and said, "You are correct to assume that your stomach will be sore tomorrow. Nonetheless, every day, including tomorrow, I want you to exercise your abdominal muscles. I expect you to perform the sort of sit-ups which I had you do today, both in the morning and in the evening. For the time being, you should set ten repetitions as your goal, although I hope that you will soon be able to increase that number as your muscles get stronger. However, strengthening your abdominal muscles is only one aspect of program which I have in mind. Just as important is teaching you to discipline your muscles. As I said earlier, your posture is poor, and simply toning your muscles will do little to improve your appearance unless you learn how to display your body to its best advantage. During your next visit, I will concentrate on that aspect of your education. In the meantime, I want to get you started by having you wear something which should increase your awareness of your body and the way you are presenting it."

Reaching into one of my pants pocket, I withdrew a three foot length of hemp rope, in one end of which I had made a small loop and at the other end I had left a plume of unraveled hemp. After stepping between Mei-Lien and the mirror, I circled her with the rope, being careful to follow the crease where her waist is narrowest. Once I had girdled her, I cinched it in place by pulling the unraveled end through the loop and tying it off with a knot which I positioned so that it would lie in the hallow of her navel and the plume would dangle down over her lower belly. Because the rope had a three quarter inch diameter and because I had not pulled on it very hard, the rope just dented the soft flesh which it circumscribed. On the other hand, because it was made of hemp and therefore rather bristly, I knew its presence would be difficult, if not impossible, for Mei-Lien to ignore, especially after I tucked the unraveled plume under the front panel of her shorts and spread it so that it was in direct contact with a sizable portion of the tender skin covering her lower belly. 

"Mei-Lien, I trust that you understand the purpose of this belt and that you will learn from it to keep your tummy tucked in and firm at all times. I would like you to wear it as much as possible, although you should not wear it at night when you should spread a smoothing ointment on your skin to avoid chafing. In order to monitor your progress, each time you come here I will put a mark to show the length of belt. In time, I hope that the mark will move, but that is not my primary goal. Unless you go on a stringent diet, you will never have an hourglass figure, and anyway, as you know, I am opposed to your attempting such a drastic alteration of your body. My goal instead is to discipline you to present your body so that anyone looking at you will see a woman in full bloom but in danger of going to seed. Such women have a special appeal to sensual men, men who can appreciate the sacrifice which the maintenance of her figure entails and can sense the tension which that sacrifice creates. It bolsters a man's ego to know that a woman is willing to suffer a little in order to please him, and I won't deny that I will get pleasure from thinking about you coping with your hemp girdle." 

Mei-Lien seemed pleased to have her efforts given an explicit purpose and promised to follow my instructions to the letter. Out of gratitude for her compliance, I hugged her and, for a second time, kissed her, this time on the cheek and in a less chaste manner, to seal the tacit compact which we had made. Finally, as I helped her into her coat, I marked the rope girdling her waist with a felt pen and escorted her to the door.



Sculpting Mei-Lien Ch. 03



Three days later Mei-Lien arrived punctually for her next lesson. When she removed her coat, I saw that she was dressed as she had been for her last visit, only now she wore the rope belt which I had given her. Guiding her once more to the hall mirror, I took up my position behind her and placed my hands on her stomach.

Curious to know how she had found the last three days, I asked her whether she had had any problem adhering to her regimen.

Proudly she answered, "Although they have been sore, I have exercised my stomach muscles twice daily and am now able to do twelve sit-ups each time. Mostly, my belt causes me no problem, and I am now accustomed to its presence. My biggest problem comes from the constant tickling of my tummy by the brush which you asked me to insert under my panties. It is very distracting, especially when I have to sit for long periods as I do at work. My lower belly has become very sensitive and pink, even when I get up in the morning. However, by applying ointment as you suggested, I have prevented it from getting irritated and rather like the color it has become. Finally, although it is embarrassing for me to admit, all this attention to my body has kept me in a mild state of excitement which I enjoy but find difficult to bear."

The effect of her training were clearly evident in the image which I saw in the mirror. In addition, by palpating them with my fingers, I discovered that her abdominal muscles had already improved their tone and that she was learning to keep them firmer. After expressing my satisfaction with her progress, I told her that it would be no longer necessary to subject her to the sort of harsh treatment which I had used last time and that I would count on her to continue strengthening her muscles on her own. I had thought that she would be relieved by this news and was therefore surprised by the cloud which past over her face.

In order to reassure her that I would continue her training, I drew her body back against my own and said, "Mei-Lien, my dear, I have no intention of abandoning our program or of leaving my sculpture in an unfinished state. All that I meant is that the techniques which I will employ will be more refined, even though they will still make considerable demands on your body. Before introducing you to them, I need to know if you ever studied yoga. In particular, do you know how to take the lotus position and can you maintain it comfortably for a protracted period?" 

"Yoga was a part of the curriculum in Chinese schools, starting in elementary schools and continuing through high school. Thus, I have spent many hours in a lotus position and am quite comfortable in one."

"Well then, today may represent something of a return to your childhood, since I have been hoping to give you your posture lesson while you are in that position, and I know now that I can. If you are ready to find out what I have in mind, please go into living room and assume a lotus position in the same place on the rug where your training took place last time. I will join you in a couple of minutes."

When I did join her, I found Mei-Lien seated crossed legged in the middle of the living room, the backs of her feet resting on her thighs, their bottoms turned upward, as were her hands. She appeared quite relaxed in this classic yoga pose, and I was struck by her poise and the ethereal beauty of her Asian features which were delineated by shadows in the late afternoon light. However, I was there to instruct and not just admire. As I had anticipated, this position highlighted her defects as well as her assets. Not only was her lower belly bulging out below the rope digging into her midriff, her shoulders and neck slouched forward in a way which partially hid her upper body, Thus, I knelt down by her side and, cupping my hand under her chin, lifted her head until her back was in a straight line above her pelvis and her breasts thrust out between her arms. 

Leaning back to survey the changes I had wrought, I told Mei-Lien, "I want you to remain in that position for about half an hour. During that time, I want you to concentrate on the position of both your back and your stomach. Your spine should be a vertical column between your pelvis and head, which should be held so that your chin is in a line with your collarbone. Although your stomach should be tucked in, it should appear to be relaxed so that its feminine roundness is on display but firmly under your control. The aesthetic ideal for which you should strive is achieved by enhancing the contrast between the flat plane of your back and the rolling contours of the female assets on your front." 

Earnest student that she was, Mei-Lien absorbed my words and did her best to follow my instructions. However, after about ten minutes, I could see that her concentration was beginning to flag and that was in need of some stimulation. Having assumed that this would be the case, during my brief absence, I had armed myself with, among other things, a hair brush. After asking her permission, I moved behind her to release her hair from the bun at the back of her head and let it cascade down her back. Then, taking the brush in one hand and using the fingers of my other hand as a comb, I ran the brush followed by my fingers through her hair in rhythmic strokes, starting at her scalp and ending at her rump on each pass. From the outset, it was clear that Mei-Lien was getting considerable sensual pleasure from what I was doing. With each stroke, her head tipped further backward, so that her hair was soon flowing in an unbroken curtain between me and her back, and, as I continued, she began breathing through her mouth, from which came soft sounds of contentment. 

The brush had done its job, but its effect waned quickly. With fifteen minutes remaining before Mei-Lien's lesson was to end, I resorted to a bolder tactic. Taking her head between my hands and tipping it further back so that she was staring at the ceiling and her face was below mine, I said, "Mei-Lien, I am wondering whether you would allow me to bare your breasts. You have already permitted me to take great liberties with your body, but until now none of them has had explicit sexual connotations. Baring your breasts would give me great pleasure, but only if I knew that I was doing so with your unqualified consent. I won't pretend that my reason for wanting them bare is entirely pedagogic, although I believe that having your upper body completely exposed will add to the effectiveness of your training. In addition, having your breasts bare will make this an entirely different experience for you, one which will open the possibility of your receiving immediate, as opposed to indefinitely deferred, reward for your efforts. Do you agree?"

Looking down into her upturned face, I once again saw the furrows bunching over her brows in the way that they always do when she is deep in thought. It took her a couple of minutes to respond, but, when she did, the profundity of her words took me aback. "If I allow you to bare my breasts, our relationship will be entirely different. Until now you have been my teacher, even though some of the things you have been teaching me have sexual implications and have involved your making intimate contact with various parts of my body. However, a woman's breasts are not just another part of her body. They are one of her greatest and, at the same time, most vulnerable assets. Allowing you to bare them means that you are no longer just my teacher but are also my lover. Is that your understanding as well?"

The ball was now in my court, and I was not sure how to return it. A little over a week ago, I had thought of Mei-Lien as a charming student to whom I was teaching English. I am accustomed to guiding and molding the intellectual development of my students, and, even though I was sexually aroused bywhat I had done with her during her last visit, I thought of it in the same terms: she was still a tabla rasa on which I was writing, the difference being that I was now writing on her body as well as her mind. Only after her response, did I realize how much deeper than my own was my student's understanding of human emotions. She was not just a statue which I was molding, she was a full fledged woman who was not about to compromise her sense of propriety just for a casual fling.

After giving myself time to formulate my answer carefully, I told her, "Mei-Lien, you are a remarkable woman, one whom I am beginning to love. If it were not for the difference in our ages and backgrounds, becoming your lover would be a natural next step in our relationship. However, I am at least fifteen years older than you, and we grew up in entirely different, in a sense, diametrically opposite worlds. Under the circumstances, it would be dishonest of me to encourage you to think that ours is likely to evolve into a long term, lasting relationship which might end in marriage. Thus, if that is the sort of commitment you seeking, then I have to decline your offer to become your lover. On the other hand, if that is not what you were saying and instead you meant is that the change in our relationship to that of lovers would entail an emotional commitment very different from the usual one between a student and teacher, then I agree and welcome the concomitant responsible which that change would imply. Thus, I must ask you which of these interpretations is the one you want me to make, and in order to not rush you, I will leave you here for a few minutes so that you reach your decision in peace."

I left Mei-Lien, seated in her lotus position for five minutes, during which I tried to keep myself occupied with trivial tasks. I knew what I hoped her decision would be, but I was reconciled to accepting whatever it might be. Upon my return to the living, my answer was literally staring me in the face. Framed between her arms were Mei-Lien's naked breasts. Like those on the Cambodian statues which I had always admired in museums, Mei-Lien's breasts are perfect cones which ride high on her chest in a way which defies gravity. They are not large but are pleasingly ample and are capped with generous reddish brown areolae from which her nipples emerge as two cylindrical pegs that, when they are erect as they were, can be as much as half an inch long. 

Overcome by a combination of admiration and gratitude, I stood transfixed before her. At last I pulled myself together sufficiently to say, "Mei-Lien, you are more lovely than I had imagined. Seated there as you are, bolt upright, with your hair flowing down your back, your front a symphony of gentle contours, and a serene, nearly beatific expression on your face, you take my breath away. It's a shame that your half hour is already up and that I will not be able to savor this image longer."

With obviously feigned annoyance in her voice, Mei-Lien protested, "I did not bare my breasts just to have you dismiss the class. I intend to remain as I am as long as it takes for you and my breasts to get thoroughly acquainted. You said that you wanted me to think of you as a sculptor who is putting the final touches on his statue. Well, there is more to your statue than just a tummy, and your statue thinks it is time for its sculptor to give a little attention to something other than its posture."

Her teasing tone did much to leaven the atmosphere, and I responded in kind. saying, "Your sculptor agrees so long as his statue understands that having her breasts molded does not relieve her of responsibility for her belly."

Seating myself directly in front of her, with my legs wrapped around her buttock and my heels resting against her rump, I reached forward and cradled her enticingly available breasts in my hands, cupping their undersides. I recalled from my teenage years the wondrous texture of my teenage girlfriends' breasts, but it had been many years since I had held in my hands breasts with the marvelous resilience of the ones resting in them now. Fascinated by their consistency, I could not resist the temptation to watch their response to displacement in various directions. With hardly a wobble, they returned to their original position, whether raised and dropped or pushed to the side. 

Looking into Mei-Lien's eyes, I told her, "There is very little even Praxeteles could have done to improve these mammaries of yours. Their shape and texture are essentially perfect. Since you insist that I work them, I will try the only experiment which I can imagine might make them more appealing. Namely, I will see whether I can make your nipples grow. Your nipples are already erect, but it would be interesting to know if they can be made fuller. Would you like me to try?"

Mei-Lien agreed to participate in my experiment on the condition that I tell her who Praxeteles was. Pleased to learn that I was comparing hers to some of the most famous female busts in the classical world, she smiled and told me, "You are welcome to try, but my nipples are as hard as they have ever been, and I doubt if they can be made any larger."

Happy to oblige, I shifted my hands to the sides of her breasts and placed a thumb on the tip of each of her nipples. Like the pictures of many Asian women I had found while surfing the web, Mei-Lien's areolae and nipples were surprising large for a woman with breasts of modest size. In addition, the tips of her nipples were bisected by distinct creases, whose function, I assumed, was to facilitate the flow of milk during nursing. I had always wondered whether these anatomical features would make Asian women more susceptible to having their nipples teased, and I was glad to have been given the opportunity to find out. Exerting only enough pressure to keep the pads of my thumbs in contact with her nipples, I slowly rotated their distended stalks. 

After several rotations, I could see that I was having a profound impact on Mei-Lien's equanimity if not the size of her nipples. Her initial response was to shut her eyes and emit a muted sigh. This was soon followed by her throwing back her head and rocking her torso from side to side. It was clear to me that the purpose of her rocking was not to remove her nipples from their torment but to find a release for the tension which that their torment was causing. Nonetheless, I reminded her that she was my statue and that, as such, her first obligation was to her sculptor and his craft, which her rocking was in danger of disrupting. Chastened by my warning, she resumed to her original pose and turned her attention to the progress of her nipples.

It took more than five minutes before any substantive progress was visible. As she had said, her nipples were fully erect before I began. Thus, the only apparent change initially was a gradual darkening of first the nipples themselves and then the surrounding areolae. However, much to our mutual satisfaction, when five minutes had elapsed, her nipples started to show a definite thickening and the narrow slits at their tips began to spread. 

Intrigued, I asked her, "Do you like what is happening to your nipples?" When she made it clear that she did, I teasingly added, "I do too, but I am afraid that if I continue much longer your nipples will grow out of proportion with your breasts and ruin the aesthetics of my statue. On the other hand, their obvious athletic ability has given me ideas about their potential use in your training. However, I think that they have been exercised sufficiently for now and that it is time for me to give them and you a well deserved rest."

Rising to my feet, I reached down to grab her arms and helped her extract herself from the demanding position in which she had spent close to an hour. When she was standing upright in front of me in nothing but her shorts, her naked breasts pointing directly at me, and her nipples rampant, she made a delectable sight. Overcome with gratitude for the mutual pleasure we had received, we spontaneously closed the gap separating our bodies hugged one another in a tight embrace. 

Feeling her yielding body locked against my own, I knew that we would soon have to confront the question of whether the time had come to consummate our rapidly evolving affair. I was myself conflicted. On the one hand, I was highly aroused by the little games we had been playing. On the other hand, I did not want to rush Mei-Lien and was not averse to the idea of prolonging this tantalizing period of our relationship decision together for quite a while. Thus, when we finally stepped back from one another, I once again assumed the role of a stern instructor.

Holding her by the upper arms so that she was stranding directly in front of me, I said, "Mei-Lien, your lesson for today is over. The only question is whether you go home like a good girl, now that class is dismissed, or whether you stay at school for extra-curricular activities, in which case, we have to decide what those activities will be. Because they are not part of the standard curriculum, the student should make these decisions, and so I will leave them up to you and put myself at yourself disposal."

Standing before me, wearing nothing but her shorts and with her pert breasts pointing straight at me, she cut an image which was simultaneously seductive and vulnerable, and I could feel a slight trembling in her body as I delivered my little lecture. Nonetheless, her inherent curiosity and courage were manifest in her response. 

"Thanks to her teacher's skill, this student has learned today a lot about her body which she had not known, and for this she is most grateful. However, she is not ready tot ake her final exam, the one which she assumes will be eventually administered in her teachers bedroom. On the other hand, she can't very will leave for home in the excited state her lessons left her. Thus, if her teacher agrees, she would like to stay after school for some extra-curricular activities which will relieve some of the tension she feels and help to restore her equilibrium. For instance, as yet her teacher has not graded, or even thoroughly examined, her homework, and perhaps that is where we should begin."

Without waiting for my reply, Mei-Lien stepped back, lowered her shorts, and let them drop to the floor. After kicking them aside, she assumed a pose in which her lower belly was purposefully made the center of attention. Shoving aside the strands of hemp which had been continuously rubbing against her stomach, she drew my attention to the livid color of her skin, saying, "I thought that you should see for yourself what a toll on my poor tummy has my homework has exacted. As you can see, its surface is no longer the color of my ancestors and has become a deep pink. What you can't see is the incessant tickling which those strands of hemp have imposed upon it, not to mention the relentless girdle circling my waist and making me conscious of every breath I take. Only while you sculpting my nipples was I sufficiently distracted to ignore my tummy. If you think that I have earned a good grade, maybe you could reward me."

Impressed by her decisiveness and enchanted by her playfulness, I joined in her game and sank to my knees to grade her homework with the care she deserved. Running my hands over the bowl of her lower belly, I could feel warmth radiating from its pink surface and could imagine the discipline required of her to not relieve herself of the constant irritation which the hemp must have provoked. Looking up, I saw that she had reduced the length of the belt around her waist by more than an inch and that it was embedded at least a quarter inch into her flesh. Moved by her obvious dedication, I undid the knot holding her harness in place, gently peeled it away from the shallow groove it had dug into her waist, and let it join her shorts on the floor. 

To indicate my approval, I grasped her buttock in my hands, pulled her forward until my nose was buried in her navel, and planted a kiss on the bulge just below. After rising to my feet, I led the now completely naked Mei-Lien back into the living room and asked her to arrange herself comfortably on the couch to receive her reward. Lying on her back and luxuriating among the pillows which she arranged to prop herself up, she resembled, in somewhat diminished dimensions, one of those seductive portraits by Ingres. What she lacked in dimensions she more than made up in vitality. With her long, absolutely straight, black hair draped over her shoulders and her intelligent bright eyes glowing with contentment, she was, without doubt, the most delightful adornment that my living room had ever had. 




Sculpting Mei-Lien Ch. 03



Sitting myself in the hallow between her hips and the upper portion of her recumbent form, I could not resist the temptation to revisit her breasts. As distinguished from my earlier visit to them, her breasts were now two firm mounds on her chest, their former conic shape having been transformed into rounded hills on the top of which had been stationed alert looking red sentinels. Having already become intimately acquainted with the sentinels, I concentrated on the hills, cupping them in my hands and squeezing them gently to test their resilience, a test which they seemed to enjoy as much as I enjoyed administering it. After a few minutes, I abandoned her breast and slid my hands down her ribcage to the reddish groove left by her girdle. Running my fingers along her waist, I heard her sigh as I examined the vestiges of the indentations made by the rope. Letting my hands roam further down her body, I came to the pink hemisphere of her lower belly. There I spent a little time, fascinated by the way it undulated and twitched as I palpated its firmness. 

While I was working on her tummy, Mei-Lien, either consciously or unconsciously, shifted her pelvis in a way which made her crotch more accessible and intimated that she might welcome my attention to that region as well.  However, keeping in mind that this dalliance was not destined to end up in bed, I hesitated and sought her permission before moving my investigation there. When she nodded her consent, I changed my position on the couch so that I could rest her legs on my thighs and spread them enough to open a passage along her inner legs to her vulva. This portion of Mei-Lien's anatomy was quite different from that of other women whom I had known. Specifically, her entire pelvic region was more compact than theirs, and her buttock was flatter and less well padded. On the other hand, I was pleased to note that her upper thighs and mons possessed the same satiny texture which I consider to be one of the marvels of the female anatomy.  

Sliding my hands along her inner thighs, I slowly made my way to the summit at their junction, taking time to savor the terrain over which I was traveling. When I reached the summit, Mei-Lien reflexively captured my hand in the silken glove of her groin, where I was content to leave it for as long as she wanted. As she relaxed her grip, I carefully folded back her outer labia while monitoring her reaction to my intrusion. Seeing no sign of objection to what I was doing, I asked her, "Would you like me to try to relieve some of the tension which you told me has been building since we began your training? I believe that I could give you great pleasure, and I know that I would enjoy helping your body achieve the goal toward which it has been striving. On the other hand, I will certainly understand if you would be embarrassed to have me witness your having a solo orgasm, especially one which does not involve intercourse."

In spite of the highly charged and undignified situation in which she found herself, Mei-Lien managed to smile at my final sentence and retorted, "At this point, it would be a little ridiculous for me to starting being concerned about your watching my body perform. For the past week I have allowed you essentially complete control over my body, and today I put it on open display for you. Furthermore, we Chinese do not share your western hang-ups about sex. In particular, sexual gratification without intersection is not taboo, although it is traditional that it is the woman who gratifies the man and not the other way round. Nonetheless, after a week of frustration, I am ready to break with tradition and find out whether your skills live up to their billing."

Challenged by her reply, I told her to fold her arms in back of her head and adjust her position so that one of her legs was lying in my lap and the other hung over the side of the couch, thereby giving myself unobstructed access to my target. I next used my fingers to comb aside the pubic hair shielding her vulva to fully expose the intricate structure beneath. From the glistening coat of her own secretions, it was obvious that Mei-Lien's body was well primed for the treatment that I intended to give it. Thus, without further preliminaries, I lubricated my finger with the secretions at the entrance to her vagina and, encountering essentially no resistance, sank two of them into her waiting sheaf. In response to this invasion, Mei-Lien threw back her head and emitted a few words which, being in Mandarin, were unintelligible to me but unambiguous in their meaning. As my fingers explored the walls of her vagina, I could feel the ring through which they had entered tighten and the muscles surrounding them perform subtle contractions which seemed designed to draw them deeper. Turning my hand so that my thumb could reach her clitoris, I used it to strum the sides of its protective hood, trying to synchronize my strumming with the rhythm of her contractions. Working in unison, we were like a pair of musicians, the playing of one encouraging the other to greater virtuosity. The difference was that we both playing the same instrument and that instrument was the beautifully tuned body of a young woman approaching orgasm. 

Sensing that our duet was fast approaching its crescendo, I moved my free hand up Mei-Lien's front and used it to transmit the rhythm from her lower body to other portions of her body. She soon rewarded my efforts by performing a sensuous, supine dance in which her entire body undulated like a snake slithering along the ground. However, this dance was of short duration and came to an abrupt end when her orgasm took command of her body, making her inner thighs clamp around the hand invading her vagina and convulsing her upper body into a fetal position, curled around the hand which had been roaming her front. 

Pleased to have been able to deliver, I was happy to leave Mei-Lien on my lap while she enjoyed the aftermath of her hard earned orgasm. When she at last leaned back and resumed the relaxed pose in which she had begun, a look of contentment spread across her face as she expressed to her gratitude. "I have never had such an experience before! We Chinese are brought up to know that true success comes only after hard work. However, I had not realized before that that dictum applies to sex as well. In fact, I had not appreciated that sex can be art form, and not just an accident which happens in the throes of passion. You have taught me the pleasure that comes from ones sex life being orchestrated and not just left to chance. I hope that you have found me a worthy pupil and that you will want to continue educating me."

"Mei-Lien, you should have no doubts about either your precocity as a student or about the joy which you give your teacher. You are the most sensual woman whom I have ever met, and I consider it a privilege to help you develop your sensuality for your own benefit as well as that of the men who are lucky enough to be your lovers. However, I think that we both have had enough for the day, and so I am going to send you home after you shower and tidy yourself up a little."

As she had at the end of her previous visit, Mei-Lien took her time in the bathroom, enough time to not only shower and restore her coiffure but also to recover from and consider what had transpired during the last hour. As a consequence, by the time she emerged, she was no longer a woman who was abandoning herself to her sexual drives, and her normal sense of modesty and decorum had returned. Thus, she was not longer naked but was wrapped in a a bath-towel when she rejoined me. In addition, her demeanor was that of the thoughtful, somewhat reserved person whom I had known prior to the change in her curriculum and the concomitant radical change in our relationship. Ignoring my presence, she gathered up her clothes, returned to the bathroom, and returned again, dressed as she had been when she arrived.

It was clear from her behavior that she was avoiding the need to confront me, and so I simply stood aside as she put on her coat and prepared to depart. Then, already at the door, she turned and said, "Please excuse my impoliteness. This afternoon has been a formative but troubling experience for me. When I arrived, I had spent a week unable to think of little else besides my body and what, under your guidance, I was learning about both its potential and its cravings; and I came here wanting both its potential to be realized and its cravings satisfied. However, now that you have helped me to achieve both those goals, I find myself staggered at my own licentiousness. You must remember that the China in which I grew up was one of the most sexually repressed societies which the world has ever known. Communists discourage individual gratification of any sort, particularly sexual gratification. Indeed, during the Cultural Revolution, the sexual distinctions between men and women were denied and suppressed. Men and women dressed alike and were prohibited from overt expressions of their sexuality. I am fortunate to have been young enough during that period to have not suffered from it directly. Nonetheless, I was brought up in a society in which its residual effects still determined social norms. I am telling you all this because I want you to understand that my present state of confusion was not caused by anything which you have done, but, instead, that its origin has nothing to do with you and is only a symptom of the cultural differences to which you alluded earlier. Thus, I am hoping that you will give me time to figure out my own feelings about these issues. It may be sometime before I am ready to return, but I assure you that, in the meantime, I will continue to exercise my stomach and work on my posture."



Sculpting Mei-Lien Ch. 04



After Mei-Lien left, I was once again in doubt about her ever returning.  Although she expressed no anger and even seemed to sincerely appreciate the sexual gratification which I had helped her achieve, I was well aware that we had trampled on some of her deeply ingrained notions of propriety and that she would have to determine on her own whether it was those notions or our relationship which she would abandon.  Therefore, I was not surprised that it was a couple of weeks before she decided to get in touch with me and that, when she did, she chose to telephone me rather than come over. 

After exchanging a few somewhat strained pleasantries, Mei-Lien broached the subject which was foremost in both our minds, "As you can well imagine, I have spent a lot of time trying to untangle my feelings about what we did during my last visit to you.  In fact, I have spent little time thinking about anything else. I am still conflicted, but I am beginning think that the ideas with which I was instilled as a child in China do not apply to the world in which I am now living.  In particular, I am starting to realize that there is noting inherently wrong with two adults indulging each others sexual appetites even though they are not man and wife. On the other hand, perhaps because I am a woman, I cannot think of sex as just another bodily function which is devoid of emotional content.  Thus, before I again allow you the sort of freedom with my body which I gave on my last visit, at the very least I need to know that I am more to you than just a toy with which you enjoy playing." 

When Mei-Lien had finished, there was a long silence while I tried to formulate my reply. On the one hand, I was impressed by what she had said, especially by her need to know that I did not think of her as a mere sexual plaything.  On the other hand, I was a little peeved that she seemed to have forgotten who it was that had not only introduced sex into our relationship but had also been an enthusiastic collaborator.  Trying to convey both these feelings, I said, "Mei-Lien, there is no reason for you to doubt that my interest in you extends beyond the sexual pleasure which I have derive from working with your body.  In fact, until you insisted on involving me in your program to improve your figure, our relationship was entirely Platonic, and so it would have remained if you had not chosen to alter it.   Surely you must have known that when you invited me to participate in a program to enhance your sexual appeal, you were inviting me to become interested in you sexually.  That does not mean that your only interest to me now is as a sex object.  Indeed, if I had not already been intrigued by you for non-sexual reasons, I would not have accepted your invitation. Finally, you should know that I very much hope that you will want to resume your visits, which I have always enjoyed.  However, it would be foolish for us to pretend that our relationship can return to the Platonic one which it was before.  Thus, you should decide to come back only if you want to continue at the point where we left off."

Having spelled out my position in such an uncompromising manner, I was not surprised at the long silence which followed.  But when she at last broke the silence, Mei-Lien replied with the decisiveness which I had learned to expect and come to love.  All she said is "I will be there tomorrow."  She then hung up.  It had been more than two weeks since her last visit, and I was not at all sure what to expect when I ushered her into my apartment the following afternoon. Mei-Lien, on the other hand, seemed to have no doubts about the meaning and purpose of her return.  She quickly divested herself of her coat and, after placing her hands on her hips, turned to face me.  Wearing the same halter and shorts as she had on her last two visits and with her hair once again gathered in a tight knot at the back of her head, it was clear that she was presenting herself for inspection.  A little stunned by her abruptness, I remained silent but made no attempt to disguise my appreciation of the visible changes which she had wrought in her figure.  It was obvious that she had kept her promise to continue her training program.  Not only was the rope girdling her waist at least an inch shorter, the contours of her entire stomach were more distinct, having become delineated by a faint hint of well toned abdominal muscles.  Stepping forward, I confirmed with my hands the observations which I had made with my eyes.  

Marveling at the texture and firmness of her flesh, I said, "Michelangelo would have been proud to sculpt such a torso.  I cannot take credit for the work of art which you have become, but I feel some pride in the small role I have played in its creation.  The question now is what further role you would like me to play." Taking my hands in her own, and raising them to her breasts, Mei-Lien answered, "I am here to have my sculptor put the finishing touches on his sculpture and for his sculpture to bask in the pleasure of his approval." Pressing my hands against her breasts, she continued,  "The last time that I was here, you had an idea about involving my nipples in my training program. I have been wondering what you had in mind and if it would turn out to be as exciting as I have been imagining it might be.  Perhaps you would let me found out." 

After removing my hands from her breasts, she reached under halter, drew it over her head, dropped it on the floor between us, and, clasping her hands behind her neck, defiantly trusting her naked breasts forward.  Then, bending her head to look down at them, she said, "You can see for yourself that my nipples are already erect and fully at attention.  They can still remember the calisthenics through which you put them last time and are anxious to learn what is in store for them this time." 

When I had recovered from my initial shock of being so blatantly confronted by Mei-Lien's bare breasts, I drew her towards me and tilted her head up so that I could stare down into her smiling countenance.  "Mei-Lien, you are quite a girl, and I only hope that I what I had planned for your nipples will live up to their expectations. Wait here a moment, and we will find out."  

Leaving her standing in the hall, still with her hands clasped behind her neck and her erect nipples protruding from the generous, dark areolae of her conical breasts, I went to my kitchen to fetch a short piece of cotton string and one of those large pins which are used to tie up the limbs of a turkey in the oven.  Returning to the hall, I found Mei-Lien in the same pose, only she had moved so that she could see herself in the mirror.  Coming up behind her and resting my chin on her right shoulder, I reached around her so that everything I did would be reflected for her to see in the mirror.  After threading the string through the loop at the top of the pin, I made a little lasso at each end.  Finally, I draped the string over one of my wrists and raised my hands to Mei-Lien's right breast.  Cupping the underside in my left hand, I gently trapped her nipple between the index finger and thumb of my right and began rolling it back and forth.  

Watching her face to monitor her reaction, I explained, "Last time we discovered that your nipples can be made to grow in response to this sort of stimulation.  This time, when I have made them achieve their maximum size, I am going to capture them in the lassos which I put at the ends of the string.  You need not fear that I will injure them.  I will tighten the string around their base just enough to prevent your nipples from relaxing and to make sure that the string is securely anchored.  Once it is, I will slip the pin to the center of the string, where it will dangle with its point at the level of your belly button.  The pin is not very heavy, but it weighs enough to exert a slight pull on your nipples.  Its role in your figure training will become clearer once I have finished.  In the meantime, I want you to concentrate on what I am doing to your nipples." 

As soon as her right nipple had grown to what seemed to be its maximum size, I slipped the lasso over it and, while stretching it with the fingers of my left hand, I used my right hand to secure string around its base.  After tugging on the string enough to make sure that it was firmly attached and would not drop off, I repeated the same process on her left nipple, which, on its own, seemed to have grown in sympathy to what her right one had experienced.  When both her nipples were lassoed, I carefully centered the pin at the lowest point of the arc in which the string hung like a necklace between her pert breasts.  As I had hoped, the point came to rest about an inch from the bulge of her lower belly, just below her tightly girdled waist.   Making eye contact with her in the mirror, I asked, "What do you think of your new adornment?  I think that it looks quite lovely and enjoy imagining the sensations which it is causing."

In a rather husky voice, Mei-Lien answered, "My breasts have never felt so thoroughly displayed and have never been so impossible for me to ignore.  With each breath I take, I can feel the weight of the pin tug against my nipples, producing a sensation which is tantalizing, something like an itch which is more pleasurable than annoying. However, although I suppose that it may teach my nipples to stay erect, I cannot guess is how it is supposed to improve my figure."

Pleased by her response and amused by the way she phrased her question, I decided to take the next step, which was to remove the rope nipping her waist. No longer constrained, Mei-Lien's tummy relaxed, swelling forward so that the dangling pin no longer hung free but instead rested on the rounded bowl of her lower belly.  When this happened, I said, with mock dismay, "Just look how your tummy has spoiled the composition.  I simply will not permit your stomach to detract from the aesthetic effect which I am trying to create."  Then, in a more severe tone, I said, "Now I think that you can guess the role which your nipples and their decoration will play in your figure training.  You are to pull in your stomach and keep it flat so that the pin hangs free."

Mei-Lien immediately tightened her abdominal muscles and drew back her belly so that the pin once again hung free.  When she had, I unclasped her hands from behind her neck and lowered them to her sides.  Pressing my front to her body, I could feel the tension which was caused by her having to control her stomach, a tension which was also visible in look of intense concentration on her face.  Wanting to have a direct view of her front, I turned her around so that she was facing me.  Standing there, she presented an image of enticing of feminine beauty.  Her breasts were two firm cones with theirs erect nipples anchoring the string and its pendent, which bobbed attractively with each carefully drawn breath that she took. In addition, the usually muted contours of her torso were accentuated by her flattened stomach, which trembled slightly as her abdominal muscles valiantly strove to prevent her belly from protruding too far forward.  

Wanting to be sure that she knew how much I appreciated what I was seeing, I said, "Mei-Lien, you now have a figure of which you should be proud.  I can see what a strain its maintenance is imposing on you, but, if anything, the fact that you are willing to bear that imposition only enhances the overall effect."

In response to my words of appreciation, her face brightened, and she said, "I am glad to be able to please you because you have not only enabled me to transform my body but have also helped me to transform my attitude toward it.  Unfortunately, this method of training my figure restricts my movements, and so I have the sense that I have actually become your statue and only lack a pedestal to complete my immobilization."

I replied, "Beautiful as you look just standing there, I want to watch you walk. Because I fear that you may hunch your shoulders in order to keep the pin from hitting your tummy when you move, I am going to make you keep a book balanced on your head while walking.  After ten minutes, I will let you stop, and at that point we can decide on the appropriate reward that you should receive.  In fact, during your walk, you might want to think about what sort of reward you would like to have."

After taking her into the living room and pushing aside enough furniture to provide her with an unobstructed , circular path, I placed a medium size book on Mei-Lien's head and told her to start walking.  Uncertain about the stability of the book on her head and concerned about the pin hanging from her nipples, at first her movements were rather awkward.  However, after negotiating the circuit without mishap a couple of times, she gained confidence and was able to move more gracefully.  Choosing a chair which availed me the best view, I watched with fascination as Mei-Lien learned how to manage the assignment which I had given her.  About half way through the prescribed ten minute walk, I asked Mei-Lien to approach my chair.  When she stopped in front of me, I put my hands on her hips, hooked my fingers in the band at the top of her shorts, and looked inquiringly up into her face.  With a broad smile, she whispered "yes, I would like that" and spread her legs a little as I lowered her shorts. When she had stepped out of them, I gave her a tap on her bare bottom to indicate that she should resume her walk.  During the remaining time, I was struck by the stark contrast between the strict discipline with which she was controlling her front and the delicious, feminine softness of the flesh on her rear and at the tops of her thighs, and, by the time that I told her that she could stop, I was more than ready to turn my attention to her nether regions.  

When the time came, I beckoned her to my chair, grasped the mounds of her rear in hands, and drew her forward between my legs until her knees rested against the cushion on which I was seated.  In spite of the rigid imposed by the book still perched on her head and her belly's struggle to avoid the pin, she had look of contentment on her face and an aura of receptiveness enveloped her body.  Totally captivated, I asked, "Mei-Lien, have you decided what your reward should be? Perhaps, it should begin by having the book taken off your head and the string removed from its moorings on your nipples."

Without hesitating for an instant, she replied, "No, leave them where they are for a little longer.  My reward should come only after I have passed my exam.  Thus, I want you to begin by making me lose control and have the book drop off my head.  You have tried to teach me discipline, and you should test how well I have leaned that lesson.  Assuming, as I sincerely hope you will, that you succeed, you can administer the rest of my exam in your bedroom."  After moving so that my legs were between her own, she lowered herself onto my thighs until she was seated with her crotch suspended and readily available in the space between my knees.  Then, with a twinkle in her eye, she said, "There is no time restriction on this exam, and so you should work carefully and take as much time as you need."



Sculpting Mei-Lien Ch. 05



This is a sequel to my story about Mei-Lien. The reader is assumed to be familiar with the earlier parts of the story.



Without question, Mei-Lien passed her examination with flying colors. By the time that my teasing had caused her to loose control and allow the book on her head to fall, both of us were at a feverish pitch and more than ready to adjourn to the bedroom, where we consummated the passion which had been building over the past several weeks.

Thoroughly sated, we lay with our bodies entwined. I had expected that, once her carnal desires had been satisfied, Mei-Lien would have second thoughts about what had transpired. However, I soon discovered that the opposite was the case. With her body wrapped around my own and her head resting on my chest, Mei-Lien expressed her gratitude for the joy which our relationship had brought her and her pride in the knowledge that her efforts to enhance the beauty of her body was at least partially responsible for her success in wooing me. I tried to assure her that much as I appreciated her dedication to her exercises and the improvements in her body which they had wrought, it was not only her new figure which attracted me to her. Nonetheless, even as I spoke these words, I realized that they were less than entirely honest. On the one hand, the changes in her body were pleasing but not determining. On the other hand, her willingness to allow me to mold her body and her readiness to accept the discomfort which that process entailed were a major component in the transformation which had led from her role as my student to her role as my lover. As if she sensed what I was thinking, Mei-Lien launched into a monologue for which I was not prepared.

"I want to have you continue working on my body. Now that there is no longer any ambiguity about the implications of what we are doing, we can concentrate on those aspects which give us the greatest mutual pleasure. Over the past few weeks I have discovered that I enjoy the sort of control which you have asserted over my body. I suppose that it is a some sort of masochistic craving, although I have no desire to experience intense pain but only want to feel that my body is being molded to achieve an ideal which, even if it is unattainable, is worth pursuing. I have noticed that you too have enjoyed the game we have been playing. You have derived mildly sadistic pleasure from the knowledge that I have been willing to subject my body to the regimen which you have prescribed for it, and, if the ardor with which you just conducted my final exam is any indication, you are pleased by the results. I know that you are not a true sadist and that you would never ask me to do anything with my body which would cause it harm. Indeed, if I were not absolutely sure that, like my strain of masochism, your strain of sadism is really just a way of expressing your sensuality, I would not have put my body at your disposal and certainly would not be making this admission to you now."

After delivering her little speech, Mei-Lien disentangled her body from mine and rose from the bed. Standing by my head, she placed her hands behind her back, drew in her tummy so that it accentuated her newly narrowed waist, and bent forward so that she could caress my upturned face with the still rigid nipples of her conical breasts. Seeing the sheet rise as my penis responded to her teasing, she said,

"I am glad that I am not the only one who is interested in continuing. However, before we resume, I am going into the bathroom to wash up a little and give you time to think about my proposal. By the time that I return, I hope that you will have thought of an appropriate manner in which to give me your response."

During Mei-Lien's absence, I tried to collect my thoughts. No woman had made such a proposition to me before. Admittedly, there had been times when I had mused about a relationship in which a woman would explicitly submit her body to my control, but I had never had the courage to discuss my musings with a woman and never imagined that the woman would be the one to initiate the discussion. Once again, this exotic creature into which my demur student had evolved staggered me. She had correctly intuited that our erotic fantasies were complementary and that I would be fulfilling my own while helping her to fulfill hers. Thus, by the time Mei-Lien reappeared, I knew how I wanted to proceed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I drew her naked body forward until she was standing between my legs with her hands resting on my shoulders and her head tilted forward so that we were staring into each others eyes. Framed by her straight black hair, her face had a look of serenity which I had never seen before. It was clear that she was relieved to have divulged her secret longings and was confident that she had not done so in vain.

"Mei-Lien, I am deeply moved and honored by and grateful for the trust which you have placed in me, and I will do everything that I can to prove that your trust has not been misplaced. I can think of nothing which would give me greater pleasure than the opportunity to continue molding your body for our mutual enjoyment. However, there is an important detail to deal with first. Namely, we have to decide whether you will come to live with me or whether we will continue to live apart. At least for the present, the latter is my preference. If I have understood it correctly, the relationship which you have proposed is a special one. It is not based on the conventional notion of domesticity and, in my opinion, could be not survive in a conventional domestic setting. Do you agree?"

When I broached the topic of our living arrangements, the look of serenity on Mei-Lien's face was replaced by one of intense concentration, accompanied by the appearance of the symmetrically placed dimples in her brow. I could tell that I had brought up a problem which she had considered but not yet solved, and so I gave her as much time as she needed to give her response. At last the expression on her face indicated that she had reached her decision, and shortly thereafter she smiled and, in a hushed voice, said that she thought that I was right. Returning her smile, I placed my hands on her hips and continued where I had left off.

"Now that we have dispensed with that practical question, we can turn our attention to more intriguing matters. Because it is important to have goals, I think that we should have some goals in mind. I know that you are still unhappy about your figure and would like it to be more curvaceous. I will not deny that I like curves, but, as I told you before, I dislike emaciation. Thus, I have no intention of sacrificing your charming succulence in order to give you a wasp waist. Instead, I propose that we concentrate on toning your muscles so that the curves which you already have are enhanced. At the same time, I want to enhance your already admirable poise. Whatever goal we set for you, its achievement will make demands on you. In fact, like the rope which I had you wear around your waist, those demands will require you to suffer a certain amount of physical discomfort. What I am asking is that whatever discomfort you experience be not reflected on your face, even on those occasions when you are complaining to me about it. You may find this requirement strange, but it is important to me because a significant part of my pleasure will derive from your complicity in what is being done to you and your acceptance of the consequences of that complicity."

Although Mei-Lien raised no objections to what I said, it was obvious that she wanted further explanation, which I decided would be best provided by an example. Thus I stood up, turned her around, and had her lie back on the bed with her legs dangling off the edge. I then leaned over and, with a hand on each of her ankles, raised her legs until they were perpendicular to her torso. Once her legs were vertical and straight, I slid my hands along their along their deliciously smooth inner sides, pressing outward so that her legs spread but remained straight. As they opened, the tendons on the inner sides of her thighs became visible through her soft flesh, and she emitted a muted sound in response to the stress which I was imposing on her groin. When it was clear that she could spread no further, I stopped but maintained enough pressure to prevent them from closing.

"I want your legs to remain spread and for you to make no attempt to relieve the strain which I have imposed on your groin. From the way that your thighs are beginning to tremble, I know that this is already difficult for you and am sure that it will become more difficult as time passes. Nonetheless, I want your face to remain composed and, in so far as possible, you are respond to what I do next as if you were perfectly comfortable."

There are few sights more pleasing to the male than the attractively displayed nether regions of the female, and, with her legs splayed, Mei-Lien was treating me to as fine an view of that region as I had ever seen. Her inner thighs were given definition by the sinews visible just beneath the satiny layer of her femininely soft flesh, widening as they approached the junction with her pelvis, which was tipped up and forward so that, when I lowered my gaze, I was staring directly into her gaping vulva. Bracing my knees against the side of the bed, I leaned forward and guided my penis into Mei-Lien's welcoming vagina. Distorted by her contorted position, her vaginal passage was unnaturally tight and, in spite of her efforts to comply with my instructions, an anguished shadow darkened her face as my penetration forced her body open. Ignoring her momentary lapse and proceeding with care, I slowly delved deeper until my penis was completely enveloped in her warm sheath and I was lying atop the firm little pillow formed by her rounded lower belly. As soon as she had me fully inside her, Mei-Lien's body learned how to accommodate and enjoy my presence. In addition, she soon realized that her contorted position increased her ability to clamp her vaginal muscles around my penis, effectively locking our genitals together in a way which produced for us both intense pleasure tinged with mild, erotically charged pain. The self-satisfied smile on her face eliminated any doubt that she was fully aware of what she was doing and the mixture of pleasure and pain which it causing us.

Spreading my arms along her inner thighs, I espaliered my upper body to her lower body, letting my chest rest against her tummy and grasping her ankles with my hands before announcing my intentions.

"Mei-Lien, as we approach orgasm, I am going to test your resolve by manipulating your legs. By the time that we reach our climax, I would like to have spread your legs so wide that your feet are within inches of the mattress. In the process, your pelvis will tilt up and your grip on my penis will draw it even further into your body, a process which will exacerbate the tension which we are already experiencing. Nonetheless, I do not want that tension to be reflected in your face, which is to remain composed throughout."

Having warned her what to expect, I began applying pressure to her legs, forcing them wider apart. As I had hoped, the stretching which they had been enduring had made her tendons more pliant. Even so, I knew that she felt as if she were being torn her asunder and that it required enormous fortitude and discipline for her to not allow her features to register her suffering. Prolonged by the stress which I was imposing on our bodies, it was at least five minutes before our excitement reached its crescendo, five minutes during which Mei-Lien's face remained enigmatically beautiful and placid while her thighs and groin were being spread well beyond their accustomed limits.

So complete was our exhaustion that I did not think to release my hold on Mei-Lien's legs and she did not ask me to do so. Thus, for several minutes, I remained slumped between the wings of her thighs while we recovered from our arduous coupling. However, after our senses began returning to normal, Mei-Lien said, with fained annoyance, that I had made my point and that it was time that she be permitted to find out if she would ever again be able to bring her legs together. Ackowleging my negligence, I quickly extricated myself from her crotch and gentling helped her lower and close her legs. Her relief at having her legs back under her command was immediate and profound.

While she basked in the comfort which she now felt, Mei-Lien inquired whether the stretching which I had made her endure was an isolated whim or something that she should anticipate being repeated. Since the manner in which she posed the question did nothing to indicate what she was hoping my answer would be, I was uncertain what my response should be. For this reason, my reply was purposefully ambiguous.

"My primary reason for subjecting you to this ordeal was to demonstrate the type of control which I wish to exercise over your body and your emotions. A secondary, albeit important, reason is that among the improvements which I would like to make, making you more limber is high on the list. I have always been fascinated by the plasticity of the female body. I assume that nature designed the female body to be malleable so that it can accommodate the bearing of children, but I believe that child-bearing is not the only purpose to which this marvelous attribute should be put. Thus, if you choose to continue with the arrangement which we discussed, you should be prepared to accept a good deal of stretching, not only of your legs but also of other portions of your anatomy."

Again Mei-Lien considered my words carefully before giving her response.

"I will not pretend that I had no second thoughts when you began forcing my legs apart. Indeed, at first the pain was so much greater than the pleasure that I was tempted to insist that you stop. However, once my muscles loosened, the initial pain subsided and was replaced by a strange euphoria whose origins were partially physical but mostly psychological. For one thing, I was proud that my body could tolerate the manipulation to which you were subjecting it. Perhaps more important, I was excited about being forced to display the most intimate parts of my body in such an immodest manner. It is probably impossible for a man to appreciate how difficult it is for a woman to reveal those parts of her anatomy which, since childhood, she has been taught to hide. Equally difficult for a man to understand is the pleasure a woman can get when the man she loves forces her to abandon her modesty and surrender to her animal instincts. In other words, I am not only glad to have experienced what you called 'this ordeal,' I am prepared to have you subject me to more such ordeals. If, as a dividend, my body becomes more limber, so much the better. I have always wanted to be more flexible, and it seems that I will now have your help."

As always, I was impressed and charmed by the clarity of Mei-Lien's thinking and her knack for mixing of honesty with humor. After she finished speaking, she snuggled her body against mine and the two of us dosed off. Two hours passed before we stirred ourselves. Mei-Lien was the first to rise. When she did, she emitted a groan and nearly collapsed in response to the painful message of complaint lodged by her legs and groin. Nonetheless, she bravely persevered and hobbled bowed legged in the direction of the bathroom, where she immersed herself in a warm bath. Half an hour later, she emerged from the bathroom greatly refreshed. She had donned one of my bathrobes and used a towel as a makeshift turban to hold her hair on top of her head, creating an enchanting image which would have pleased Degas. Rather than retuning to the bed, she stood at its foot and addressed me from there.

"I suppose that it is time for me to leave. However, before I go, I would like to know the agenda which you have planned. In particular, how long is it before I am to return and, between now and then, what is my homework assignment?"

Amused by her earnestness, I replied,

"I agree that you should go home now lest we overdo this initial experiment. If I watch you drying your hair much longer, I am likely to drag you back into bed for another bout of lovemaking. As for the date of your return, I think that you should come back in a week. During that week, your education will continue off campus. I want you to buy a speaker phone and every evening to call me after you have had supper and finished your chores. While we are talking, I will ask you to perform various exercises in various states of undress. The speaker phone will to move around during our conversation. I will enjoy imagining your body at work and will want you to bolster my imagination by describing to me what your body is experiencing. In this way, we will be improving your conversational English at the same time as we are improving your figure. When, after a week, you return, I will devise ways to celebrate your progress in an appropriate manner."

Mei-Lien seemed satisfied with my answer, and, without further ado, came over to kiss my forehead before disappearing into the hall, where she retrieved her clothes and prepared her departure.



Sculpting Mei-Lien Ch. 06



It was nine o'clock when Mei-Lien called the following evening. Through her newly acquired a speaker phone, she sounded rather distant and there was a slight echo when she spoke.

After we had exchanged a few banalities, she became impatient to find out what lay in store for her.

"I have spent the day recovering from the workout through which you put me yesterday, and I have not fully recovered yet. My legs and groin were so sore that I was reluctant to move at all, and did so only gingerly. Anticipating the demands which you would be making on me during this conversation, I soaked in a hot bath for an hour before calling you. The bath helped, but I very much hope that my homework tonight will not subject my lower body to strenuous exercise."

Appreciating her concern and the way that she expressed it, I wanted to assure her that I would be careful not to overtax her. At the same time, I considered it essential that we initiate our program of involving her body during our nightly calls.

"Mei-Lien, I understand your reservations and am grateful that, in spite of them, you have not only called but also prepared yourself for the consequences of doing so. I assume that you, fresh from your bath, are wearing very little and are warm enough to be wearing even less. If so, you are to stand in front of your mirror and bare yourself to the waist, making sure to expose your lower belly."

I soon heard rustling noises which I interpreted as confirmation that Mei-Lien was following my instructions. When these diminished, she announced that she had complied and was awaiting further instructions.

"First, I want to describe for me the image which you see in the mirror. Tell me what you like and don't like about it, and describe ways in which you would like to have it improved and methods by which you think those improvements could be made."

After a brief pause, Mei-Lien gave her report.

"The image before me is that of a healthy young woman with a distinctly Asian complexion and figure. Like most Chinese women, she has a layer of soft flesh which extends from the base of her neck all the way down her torso. This layer of flesh was greatly admired in classical China, where I assume it was seen as both a desirable feminine attribute and as evidence that the woman had a pampered existence. Even though the aesthetics behind that admiration are not my own, I can appreciate that my padding contributes a certain succulence to my image and that it masks some of the imperfections in my figure. In particular, it provides an attractive setting for my breasts, whose lack of bulk is partially compensated by the opulence of the flesh from which they emerge. On the other hand, I see this same padding as a liability further down my torso. It smooths the region between my ribcage and pelvis, a region which should be distinctly narrower than those which lie above and below it."

Knowing Mei-Lien's body as well as I did, I could picture everything which she was describing: her pert breasts as well as her gently rounded tummy.

"In time, I hope that, with my help, you will be able to maximize the attributes with which nature has endowed you. Unfortunately, our options tonight are limited by the residual soreness that your body has from the stretching it received yesterday. Nonetheless, I think that we can devise an exercise which you can perform this evening. As we learned during one of your visits to me, your nipples are very responsive to stimulation and capable of significant transformation. Thus, I want you to bare yourself to the waist, cup your hands around the outer sides of your breasts, and place your thumbs and index fingers on your aereolae at the base of your nipples. Being careful to not block your view of what you are doing, you are to squeeze your fingers gently but firmly together and roll them back and forth while you tell me how your breasts look and how you and they feel about their being treated in this way."

I waited in silence while Mei-Lien prepared herself. The silence ended in an audible intake of breath which indicated that she had done my bidding and now had a firm grip on the base of her own nipples. After several seconds, she began her account of what was transpiring at her end of the line.

"The image in the mirror is now one of a young women engaged a strangely beautiful act of self-immolation. Her fingers are squeezing the base of her nipples, as if she were attempting to pluck them off their moorings. The nipples themselves are turgidly erect, and their tips bob at the end of their stalks as her fingers mold and worry their base. From the sensual smile on her face, it is clear that she is excited by what she is doing to her breasts and is taking narcissistic pleasure in the changes which it has wrought in the image reflected by her mirror. Her aereolae have blossomed into dark red flowers out of which her rampant nipples poke like stamen. Of its own accord, her tummy has flattened, and the tension in its muscles is visible in a shallow crease which runs in a line from her navel down toward her crotch. All in all, she seems to be pleased by the effect, although I sense that she would prefer to have had it produced by hands other than her own."

I liked imagining the scene which she described and attempted to enhance our mutual pleasure in it by focusing her attention on her body and its response to her manipulation of her breasts.

"I am happy to learn that you are pleased by the distraction which I have given you from your sore groin and legs. The female body is a marvel, and it a shame not to fully develop its potential. Were you a nursing mother, the sort of stimulation which you are giving your breasts would be a prelude to your feeding your child. Even though they are not about to produce milk, your breasts and body are responding as if you were. You should begin experiencing a mild tingling sensation, one which emanates from your breasts but courses throughout your torso and seems to travel along nerves connecting your nipples to your uterus. In the hope that it will heighten your excitement about these sensations, I will now give you the rest of today's homework assignment. Tomorrow, you are to buy a pair of nipple shields. The sort which I have in mind are circular disks, made of a flexible plastic material, with a hole at their centers. After teasing your nipples so that they are fully erect, you push your nipples through these holes. The sides of the holes are designed so that the nipple slips through easily but is trapped when it has. Once your nipples are trapped, they will hold the shields in place and the flange around the holes will flatten against your aereolae so that it will be invisible under your clothes. You should be able to find this sort of nipple shield at most large pharmacies, and you should choose a pharmacy which has a bathroom where you can install them before going to work. Except for the shields on your nipples, I want you to spend the day with your breasts bare under a blouse or sweater. I realize that this will compromise your modesty and cause you some embarrassment. However, I think that you will find that the pleasure it gives you is ample reward, and I know that I will enjoy imagining the delicate patterns which your nipples are tracing as you move."

Five minutes past before another word was exchanged. With some concern, I broke the silence by asking Mei-Lien whether she had had enough and wanted to release her nipples. Her response took me by surprise.

"I will continue squeezing my nipples until we hang up. As you predicted, my whole body is involved in this experience, and the signals which it is transmitting are delicious. You might accuse me of masturbating while on the phone, and I suppose that, in a sense, I am. However, aside from the immediate sexual gratification which it is bringing me, there is another reason for my continuing. If I am going to have the courage to carry out the assignment which you have given me, then I will need to remember why I am subjecting myself to your will. Thus, I am training my breasts and nipples to accept whatever is done to them and learn to appreciate why it is being done."

It was approaching ten o'clock when I decided that to Mei-Lien's breasts had learned the lesson we were teaching them and that it was time to hang up. With mild annoyance, she complained that it was cruel of me to leave her in a state of unrelieved frustration. Then, with a note of resignation in her voice, just before hanging up, she said

"I guess that frustration is an inevitable consequence of the deal which we have struck. Tomorrow my nipples will spend the day erect, collared, and on display."

I had hardly finished supper when Mei-Lien called the following evening. Without a preliminary salutation, she launched into an account of her day.

"I don't know how familiar you are with the diabolical shields which you prescribed for my nipples today, but I doubt that you have ever worn them yourself. For your information, they are designed to prevent a nursing mother's nipples from retracting, and I can attest that they are good at their job. At first my concern was that they would fall off when my nipples lost their rigidity, but I soon realized that my concern was unnecessary: my nipples have been rigidly erect for the last ten hours. Each time that they attempted to retract, they were punished by the cleverly placed little shards of stiff material lining the inner edge of their collars. Naked to the waist, I am seated on my bed facing my mirror, and it is reflection of my distended nipples which dominates the image before me."

I found Mei-Lien's description of her day and her present condition both amusing and erotically exciting. So that she would know what images her words had evoked, I decided to tell her what was passing through my mind.

"Did you know that there are tribes in Africa and South America which so admire the fully erect female nipple that they subject their adolescent girls to rigorous breast training regimes, ones which entails methods far less comfortable than the one I have imposed on you today and result in permanent elongation and thickening of the nipple. Trying as you have found it, I am confident that a day in nipple shields will not have been sufficient to produce such dramatic alterations in your lovely nipples. Instead, my hope is that your day will have enhanced their natural beauty and made you more aware of it. In any case, it is time for you to release your nipples from their captivity and to report to me what, if any, changes they have undergone."

It took Mei-Lien a couple of minutes to comply. As she explained, the shields were reluctant to release her nipples and she was reluctant to have her engorged teats endure further punishment. When she told me that she had succeeded and that her nipples were finally unencumbered, I told her what I wanted her to do next.

"The two of us, you in person and I at a distance, are going to monitor the progress of your nipples as they return their normal state. At the same time, I will take the opportunity to have you exercise your stomach. You told me yesterday that you had begun to develop an indentation in the muscles of your lower belly, and I would like to help you to develop it further. With this in mind, move to the center of your bed and sit with your legs straight in front of you and your hands clasped to the back of your neck. You are to resist the temptation to lean forward and are to keep your back straight, your arms pulled back, and your waist sucked in. This position will not only bring your breasts into prominence, it will also make you keenly aware of your abdominal muscles, which are to stay hard and maintain the region below your waist in a firm contour, one which is attractively rounded but not protruding."

After a short period of resulting, Mei-Lien announced

"I have assumed the position which you prescribed and am now staring at my reflection in the mirror. My nipples are still erect and seem to be returning my stare. I must admit that I am beginning to understand those Africans' interest in training their women's nipples. There is something very erotic about the incongruity of such a vulnerable part of ones body looking as assertive as my nipples do at the moment. I wonder how it would feel to be standing in the company of strangers with my breasts bare and my nipples rampant. What would it be like to know that at any moment somebody might brush against those inviting little sentinels which crown the tips of my breasts? At the moment, I am tempted to find out, but I doubt if I would have the courage to satisfy my curiosity. As for the part of the mirror not occupied by my breasts and their adornments, it reflects a female figure struggling to overcome its deficiencies. The waist is drawn in and the lower belly forms an inverted bowl whose upper edge provides a shelf whose purpose is to provide a place for the navel to sit. I know that you would admire the resulting juxtaposition of tranquility and tension, and, even though I would prefer a more slender body, I take pleasure in the knowledge that my body is to your taste. There is little else to report other than to say that, as you said they would, my abdominal muscles are hard at work."

Mei-Lien's ability to stimulate my sexual imagination was a crucial component of our relationship. At times, her own imagination seemed to anticipate the direction in which mine was headed. The idea of having her expose her body in a public setting had occurred to me, but, out of deference to her sensibilities, I had never raised the possibility. But now I knew that such ideas were also in her mind, and I took the opportunity to explore them further.

"Perhaps one day we should try to satisfy your curiosity about exposing yourself in public. I am not suggesting that we have you parade along the street with nothing on. There are more subtle ways for you to experience the sort of excitement that purposeful exposure of your vulnerability can provide you. For example, we might go shopping together to buy you lingerie at some upscale store which gives its clients personal attention. In the process of being fitted, you would be expected to give the salesperson, male or female, considerable liberty with your body. If we were selecting a bra, your breast would be bared so that the salesperson could familiarize him- or herself with their shape and texture before selecting bras for you to try on. Even more intimate would be the attention payed to your body if we chose to have some sort of corset made for you. In that case I assume that you would be quite naked while your every dimension was measured and recorded. I would insist that the corsetiere be scrupulous in his measurements because I wouldn't let you wear a corset which might hide that lovely belly whose contours we have been sculpting. In any case, there are many venues in which it would excite me to watch you expose your body before other people, and I am wondering whether you too enjoy imagining yourself in one of them."

I knew that my question would force Mei-Lien to reexamine her fantasies in light of the possibility that they might become reality, and I was therefore not surprised that her answer was slow in coming.

"It is embarrassing for me to admit the extent to which I am excited by the scene which you have depicted. With your help, I have learned a lot about my body and have broadened my perspective about the ways it can give pleasure to both me and others. On the other hand, I have not completely overcome my inhibitions and doubt that I ever will. In fact, I am not at all sure that I want to. If I had no inhibitions, the games which we have been playing would lose a good deal of their excitement. As I told you when you were spreading my legs, it was exciting for me to recognize that I was blatantly revealing to you portions of my anatomy which had hitherto been private. Similarly, when I saw the covert attention which my nipples received today at the office, I was torn between pleasure at their power to attract that attention and my embarrassment about my inability to avoid it. Under your tutelage, I have achieved sufficient confidence to share the secrets of my body with you, but that does not mean that I am ready to share them with others. I am not rejecting your proposal and believe that the time will come when I will want to accept it. However, for present let's return to the image which confronts me in the mirror. I have been sitting like this for quite a while, and the toll which is taking on my abdominal muscles is becoming hard to bear. As a result, I am sorry to report that the tummy in the mirror is no longer as firm as it ought to be and has begun to bulge."

Sensing that prolonging her discomfort would be counterproductive, I told Mei-Lien that she should lie back and massage her tired muscles, instructions that she was glad to follow. While she was rubbing her stomach, I prepared to sign off for the evening. 

"It is my hope that by tomorrow evening your legs and groin will be ready to resume their role in my program to make you more limber. Assuming that they are, tomorrow I will put you through a sequence of ballet exercises. For that purpose, I want you to have available some piece of furniture which can be used as a barre. This may require some improvisation on your part, but I know that you are more than clever enough to figure something out. Finally, I do not want your nipples to lose ground. I will not require them to be collared during the day, but I want you to give them a thorough workout tomorrow morning and before you call in the evening. By this I mean that you are to bring them to and maintain them at rigid attention for at least five minutes each workout. They will probably be a little tender from the treatment which they received today, but, like those of the African girls, they are not to be pampered. As the French say: `Il faut souffrir pour être belle,' a phrase whose meaning I think you will guess and for whose truth you are increasingly able to vouch."

When Mei-Lien called the following evening she had already made the requisite preparations. As a makeshift barre, she had shoved her old fashioned brass bed into a position where she could use its tubular headboard as a barre. She had then put her nipples through their second exercise routine of the day, making them erect by rolling them at their base in the way they I had taught her. Not satisfied that they were performing at their best, she punished their delinquency by applying the bristles of her hairbrush to their sensitive tips. As a consequence, by the time that she dialed my number, she was more than ready to have another part of her anatomy be the focus of her attention.

"Mei-Lien, I very much appreciate your dedication and trust that in due time your nipples will be a even greater source of pride and pleasure than they already are. However, I feel obliged to remind you that mutual pleasure is the ultimate goal of the peculiar relationship between us. Only to the extent that it heightens that pleasure do I want to make you suffer. I am not an African father who fears that his daughter will be unmaraigeable unless her nipples are sufficiently elongated. Thus, I forbid you from abusing them. They can tolerate and profit from a gentle brushing which reminds them to stay erect, but you should not employ harsher methods. Aside from my aversion to gratuitous cruelty, I want them and your breasts to retain their natural sensitivity, without which we will lose the fascination that we both have in them."

Certain that she understood my little sermon, I moved on to the main topic of the evening.

"Although I know that you practiced yoga as I child, I doubt that you ever took classes in ballet. In addition, my own knowledge of ballet is only that of an observer. In that role, I have always marveled at the variety and difficulty of the poses which female dancers are able to assume, and I have often wondered what it would be like to enter a woman while she was holding such a pose. Even though I have no illusions about transforming you into a prima ballerina, I would like to see if we can make your body sufficiently limber for us to find out whether I am right that the experience would be pleasurable for both parties. The other day, I made an attempt in this direction, and, even though the attempt was rather crude, I think that you will agree that it was a success. Encouraged by this success, I want to have you work on limbering your body so that it is available to be entered even when it is in a contorted position. For instance, I would like to enter you while you were standing with your back resting against the wall and one of your legs raised and held between our bodies. If that idea appeals to you, we can make its fruition the purpose of the homework which I want to assign you tonight."




Sculpting Mei-Lien Ch. 06



In her response, Mei-Lien agreed that my idea was worth trying but expressed her doubts about its ever being more than an idea. In her beguilingly practical way, she pointed out that not only didn't she have the build of a ballerina but also that her legs were so short that she would have to be on her toes if I was to have a chance of entering her while we were standing. Undeterred, I countered that she could stand on a pile of phone books if necessary and that the impracticality of my idea was not an excuse for her not doing her homework.

"Before you begin, I suggest that you remove any clothes which you are wearing. Doing so will afford you maximum freedom as well as the best view of those regions which are meant to benefit from this exercise. Once your leg is raised, you are to lean forward and grasp its foot with both hands, bringing your back into a graceful arc. Once your hamstrings have stretched, you should rest your chin on your raised leg, and when it is there, you are to tell me what you see in the mirror."

After a short pause, Mei-Lien said,

"What I see now is a rather stocky girl awkwardly draped over her raised right leg. Without much success, she is pretending to be a ballerina. Nonetheless, there is an erotic beauty to what she is doing. With their muscles drawn taut by her pose, her legs have an appealing shapeliness. At the same time, her breasts graze against the knee of her raised leg in a way which highlights the contrast between their softness and the tension in her lower body. Finally, her straight black hair frames her oval face, on which there is a brave smile that belies the strain she is under."

I had Mei-Lien continue stretching her legs for half an hour, switching the leg being stretched at five minute intervals. To keep her entertained, I once again brought up the shopping trip which I had proposed. She said that it had been very much on her mind ever since we first discussed it but that she wasn't yet ready to accept my invitation. Thinking that the suggestion of an alternative scene might bolster her courage, I asked her to consider the possibility of our going together to a health club.

"At a health club everyone is scantily clad. Most of the women wear a leotard, and many of them have little or nothing underneath. I think that you would look very beautiful with your naked body concealed only by a well chosen leotard, especially now that your nipples have been trained to stay hard. I am sure that I would not be the only one to notice them and appreciate their presence. The health club would offer a venue in which you could become accustomed to having your body ogled without it having to be fully revealed. In addition, of course, it would provide variety to the ways in which I can have you exercise."

Although Mei-Lien conceded that a trip to a health club was easier for her to contemplate than one to a lingerie store, she did not commit herself to go. Nonetheless, the remainder of our conversation consisted in my answering her questions about what she should expect if she did go. Her greatest curiosity was about the attention which her breasts would attract. It was obvious that she both craved and feared the consequences of having her breasts and nipples available for inspection. Sensing that, in large part, her fear was that her relatively modest size breasts would not meet with approval, I protested that their shape more than compensated for their lack of size. Furthermore, I predicted that every other woman would be jealous when they saw her how nipples continued to poke through her leotard, would wonder what sort of training they had undergone, and would be excited when they imagined having their own nipples receive such training. To drive my point home, I reminded her that in the morning she was not only to put her nipples through there paces but she was to also reinstall the shields on them and to leave her breasts otherwise unencumbered under her blouse.

When she called the following evening, Mei-Lien announced that she was having her period and that she would prefer not to engage in strenuous exercise. Relieved to learn that she not become pregnant as a result of our lovemaking, I assured her that, for the duration of her period, I would adjust her homework accordingly and asked her what kind of exercises she felt she could do.

"When I am having my period, my skin becomes a little flushed and highly sensitive. In addition, my body retains more water than usual, with the result to my breasts swell and my nipples become puffy. Thus, there were times during the day when my nipples, forced as they were by their collars to rub against the material of my blouse, were impossible to ignore. Strangely, I found myself enjoying the torment which they caused me and even exacerbated that torment by purposefully moving so that my breasts would rub against my clothes. By the time that I got home, I couldn't resist the temptation to free my nipples. In the hope that it will persuade you to not be too disappointed by my lack of discipline, I can tell you that my released nipples have remained erect and that they resemble two, tiny straw hats perched on the tips of my breasts. Thus, I am wondering whether my homework assignment this evening couldn't be a combination of the first two which you gave me. My tummy is up to the demands which sitting bolt upright on my bed imposes, and I like the idea of having to pay for my lack of discipline by persecuting my nipples, which are the portion of my anatomy which was responsible for my delinquency. After all, it important that the punishment fit the crime."

I was happy to accede to Mei-Lien's suggestion. In fact, for the next two evenings I had her repeat the same assignment. Before hanging up on Friday evening, she reported that her period was over and that she had planned a surprise for me when she visited on the morrow. I warned her that she too had a surprise in store for her.  



Sculpting Mei-Lien Ch. 07



At ten o'clock Saturday morning, my door bell rang, and I found a freshly scrubbed, ebullient Mei-Lien waiting to be let in. As soon as she was inside, she stepped in front of the hall mirror and, with an exultant smile on her face, unbuttoned her coat to reveal that, aside from the socks and sneakers on her feet, the only garment she wore was a leotard. Furthermore, the leotard itself did little to hide the figure inside. Made out of a thin Lycra material, it showcased every detail of Mei-Lien's increasingly curvaceous body. Had her breasts been naked, her nipples, including the dark hallows of their aereolae, could hardly have been more visible. Because it was cut to leave most of the region between her bust and lower belly bare, it drew attention to the shape of her firm tummy and the little shelf, which she had described to me on the phone, where her navel sits. Letting my gaze follow the curve of her belly down to her crotch, I could discern a hint of the pubic hair on her mons. Nearly as intriguing as the way it displayed her front was the view it provided of her from the rear. Other than the thick bolt of black hair, which dangled from the back of her head and ran in a straight line along her spine, and the network of thin straps which secured the leotard to her body, Mei-Lien's back was bare from her shoulders to her buttock. Exposure of so much flesh by a pinko-grey northern European is often a mistake, but on a woman with Mei-Lien's tawny complexion that expanse of flawless, smooth flesh is an asset which deserves exposure. In summary, I was awestruck to recognize what an enticing little package my student had become.

Making no effort to conceal her pride in my admiration of her body, Mei-Lien grinned like the Cheshire cat and coquettishly divulged her plans.

''If you think that I am dressed this way for your eyes only, you are sorely mistaken. You said that you want me to experience having my body available for others to view, and, with that in mind, I have located a health club in this neighborhood to which we can easily walk. This is the surprise that I promised, but we had better go soon, before I lose my nerve.''

Pleased as I was by Mei-Lien's plans, I felt the need to assert some control over the situation. Approaching her from the rear, I planted a warm kiss on the back of her neck before untying the bow which held the straps of her leotard together. Once the bow was undone, it became an easy matter to lower the top of her leotard to her waist. I then inserted my hands through the warm crevice between her arms and her ribcage, bringing them to rest on the sides of her breasts.

''I am delighted by my surprise and fully intend to make your plan a mutually gratifying experience. However, before we put your body on display, I think that we had better check that all its parts are functioning up to par. In particular, having subjected them to such arduous training, it would be a shame not to have your nipples displayed to their best advantage. Since it will be impossible to do so discreetly once we get to the health club, I have decided to put them through their warm-up exercises before we leave. Thus, I hope that you will not object to my I spending several minutes bringing them to the state of rigidity at which I hope they will remain throughout our visit to the club.''

I sensed that Mei-Lien would have preferred not to be reminded how prominently her nipples were about to be displayed. Even when they wore their collars, their presence under her normal clothes had been apparent but vague. Under her leotard, every detail of their shape and recently acquired robustness would be available for inspection, and that fact would inevitably encourage inspection of the rest of her scantily covered body. Thus, as, under to my supervision, her nipples grew in length and bulk, I could feel a frisson of excitement tinged by anxiety course through her half clad frame.

When her nipples had attained their maximum size and stood out more than half an inch beyond her aereolae, I pulled Mei-Lien's leotard back up over her chest and refastened its straps in a bow between her shoulder. At the sight of her own distended nipples in the mirror, she exclaimed,

''I am beginning to resemble one of those dolls which primitive people believe will promote fertility. My nipples have become veritable teats waiting to be milked. It is exciting to know that ones body will awaken primordial instincts in others, but it is scary to contemplate the consequences.''

In an attempt to quell her fears but not her excitement, I replied,

''I agree that the sight of your body is likely to raise a few eyebrows, not to mention other parts, of its viewers, but I assure you that, until we return home, you have nothing to fear from the consequences. I adore the incongruous blend of innocence and potent fecundity which your diminutive but powerful body exudes. You are right that you have become a fertility symbol, but your major concern should be that you remain a symbol and not a victim of fertility.''

My admiration and light tone seemed to allay some of Mei-Lien's fears. With a smile on her face, she retrieved her coat, and, obviously wishing to preserve her modesty for as long as she could, buttoned it from top to bottom. Not a word was exchanged between us during our walk to the health club. Mei-Lien was struggling with her own conflicting emotions, and I was content to let deal with them on her own.

I was relieved to find that her mood had brightened by the time that we reached our destination. Once inside, it was clear that she was familiar with the routine. Without hesitation, Mei-Lien approached the front desk and signed us in. Handing me a towel, she escorted me to the door of the men's locker room and headed for the women's. Because she only had to remove her coat to be ready, Mei-Lien was waiting for me when I emerged. She was already the object of admiring stares, and she was anxious to have me as a buffer between her and her admirers.

''How should we proceed from here? Knowing that it is the point of this experiment, I have been standing here with my arms at my sides so that there will be nothing between me and the eyes which have been glued to my front. I will not deny that I am sexually excited by the attention which I have attracted, but it has taken all my will power to not retreat back into the locker room. In the hope that I will be less self-conscious when I am a moving target, I suggest that we begin by following the standard circuit, progressing from one machine to the next.''

Mei-Lien's suggestion struck me as reasonable. Although she was correct that in motion her body would be harder to scrutinize, she was wrong that she would feel less embarrassed. Indeed, several of the machines seemed specifically designed to put her on display. Of these, she found the ones which exercised her pectoral and upper leg muscles the most challenging. Each repetition on the pectoral machine required her to literally thrust her chest forward in a way that stretched the thin material of her leotard so that the shape of her breasts and their turgid nipples were brought into stark relief. Maybe even more embarrassing to her was the exhibition she was giving while working the muscles in her groin. Spread to the sides, her legs framed but did nothing to hide her crotch and the absence of anything between the material of tightly drawn her leotard and the most intimate part of her female anatomy, a fact which became increasingly apparent as her own sweat welded her leotard to her skin.

By the time that we completed the circuit, we were both bathed in sweat. As Mei-Lien was well aware, her damp leotard had become little more than a second skin which did nothing but heighten the appeal of what lay beneath. Feeling that she might have had enough and not wanting to push her too far beyond her accustomed limits, I asked her whether she wanted to leave.

''No, not quite yet. Before going, I want these people know to how it is that the body which they have been ogling was produced. For this purpose, you can have me do a homework assignment on the mats in the corner. I leave the choice of assignment up to you, but you should not spare me just because we will undoubtedly have an attentive audience.''

Without waiting for me to reply, Mei-Lien headed for the mats and lay down on her back. Kneeling at her side, I had her raise her shoulders and legs so that she could bring her body into a tight ball by locking her arms behind her knees. Although this position meant that her breasts would be out of sight, it focused attention on her tightly stretched muscles on the back of her thighs and the folds produced in her leotard where it adhered to her vulva.

''Mei-Lien, you are to release your legs, spread them and your arms as far as possible, and keep them spread until I tell you can resume the position in which you are now. I will have you repeat this exercise ten times, varying the length of time you are to stay spread so that you will not be able to anticipate when you will be allowed to relax.''

Before beginning, through gritted teeth Mei-Lien told me,

''I should have known that you would not spare either my body or my modesty. Nonetheless, your wish is my command, and so I will do your bidding.''

So saying, Mei-Lien spread her arms and legs, knowing that she was thereby presenting every facet of her body to anyone who bothered to look. As I had promised, I made her repeat this act of self-immolation ten times, sometimes making her hold her splayed pose for as much as half a minute but usually relenting much sooner. Although she was showing nothing that she had not revealed earlier, she was now doing so while static, a fact which not only enhanced the image for her viewers but also deprived her of any alternative but to think about the salacious image to which she was treating those viewers.

Even before we left the health club, I could tell that Mei-Lien was extremely agitated. Had she not been hugging my arm to her body as we walked along, I would have been worried that she was angry at me for having forced her too far outside of her comfort zone. If Mei-Lien had been angry at me, I recognized that she would have had just cause. She may have been the one who actually arranged our visit to the health club, but I had been the one who put the idea in her mind and the one who made sure that during the visit there would be a total suspension of her modesty. Thus I was relieved and pleased that anger at me did not appear to be the explanation for her agitated state.

Not until we had returned and Mei-Lien was lying naked on my bed, after both of us had taken much needed showers, did I learn what was on her mind. Raising herself to her knees so that she could see her reflection in my bedroom mirror, she cupped her hands under her breasts and gently applied her thumbs to the tips of her nipples. Obviously proud of the fact that her nipples had remained just as hard as they had been when I prepared them for their debut at the gym, a smile of satisfaction spread across Mei-Lien's face.

''Today you helped me to remove the last vestige of doubt which I had about my body. For the first time in my life, I know that I am an attractive woman whose body is an asset to be enjoyed by herself and those with whom she chooses to share it. At the same time as I recognize that I am not and never will be an Hollywood idol, I realize that my body has the capacity to attract the attention that I desire. In fact, I have learned that it can attract more attention than I want, but that that is a price which I, like every other seductive woman, should be willing to pay.''

Amused by Mei-Lien's outburst, I decided it was the right moment to tell her about and introduce her to the surprise which I had for her.

''I am glad that you have learned to appreciate your body and the pleasure that displaying it can give you. In anticipation of this turn of events, I bought you a pedestal. If you look in the corner next to my bureau, you will see a package. Go and take a look at what it contains.''

Like an excited child, Mei-Lien hopped off the bed to fetch the package. After unwrapping and examining it, she turned to me with a quizzical expression on her face. I could not tell whether she really unable to figure out how she might use what was obviously a replica of a penis mounted on a sturdy base or whether she was just too embarrassed to admit that she understood its purpose all to well. In either case, I thought it best to tell her why had given it to her.

''Because our relationship requires that you spend most of your evenings alone, I thought that you might appreciate having some of the advantages of male companionship available to you at your apartment. There is a large variety of devises, known as dildos, made for that purpose. In fact, there is evidence that the dildo is a Chinese invention, and certainly some of the more ingeniously designed ones come from either China or Japan. The one which I have given you is somewhat different from most. Most dildos are intended to be used while lying in bed, but, as you can see, that is not the way this one is to be used. Instead, it is to be placed on the floor and inserted by the woman squatting over it until it is fully embedded in her vagina. Once it is, she has several options. If she wants to have it move in and out, she should continue to squat so that she can control its depth. If, on the other hand, she wants a more subtle experience, she can arrange her legs so that she can enjoy having its presence while she is engaged in other activities. My own thought was that your yoga training should allow you to accommodate it in a number of positions while on the phone with me. I am confident that we can incorporate it into your homework assignments, and I hope that doing so will create a new source of pleasure for you while doing your assignments. Would you like to take what might be called a 'maiden voyage' on it?''

Having learned its function, Mei-Lien was ready to try out her present. After dragging it to the rug next to my bed, she squatted so that she was straddling the prong, making sure that its tip rested against the entrance to her vagina before slowly lowering herself onto the shaft. As she absorbed the shaft into her body, she raised her head so that I could watch on her face her response to her impalement. Although the prong was no larger than a normal human penis and was encased in a layer of soft, rubbery material, it was less malleable than a living penis. As a consequence, Mei-Lien had to give her vagina time to adjust as she proceeded, and several minutes elapsed before it had disappeared into her depths. When it had, the look on Mei-Lien's face was one of satisfaction. However, it was obvious that she was waiting for advise about what to do next.

''Because I hope that a dildo is not the only visitor which your body will have today, and because I want to know what I am missing and should be picturing while you are perched on your dildo while talking to me on the phone, I think that you should assume one of the positions which I will ask you to take while doing your homework. Namely, without dislodging the dildo, maneuver yourself so that you can sit on your haunches with your legs folded on either side. I had you sit like this on a previous visit, and so I know that you can do so in reasonable comfort. After you are on your haunches, I want you to straighten your back and place your hands on the back of your neck. That position will not only afford me an unobstructed view, it will also shift your entire weight onto the object on which you are impaled. I think that you will enjoy the mild stretching this imposes on your internal organs, and I believe you will discover that your new toy has virtues which you have not yet noticed.''

The contortions required to maneuver herself into the prescribed position gave me the opportunity to admire once again what a fine body Mei-Lien possessed. When she was at last seated on her haunches and before she clasped her hands behind her neck, she used her fingers to part her hair into two thick strands, draping one strand over each shoulder and arranging them into black veils through which her pert breasts peeked. No oriental potentate had ever been treated to a more seductive sight of the woman he was about to bed. Seated as she was, Mei-Lien's succulent buttock bunched beneath her and brought a pleasing plumpness to her hips. At the same time, her inner thighs pressed together in a way which both hid and drew attention to the mysterious region which lay at their junction. Clearly pleased by the image which she had created, a coy smile spread across her face.

''I believe that I have discovered one of virtues which you said my toy has. Burying itself into my vulva is a strategically placed bump which not only holds me open but also applies pressure to my clitoris. I do not know if it is capable of bringing me to orgasm, but it is more than sufficient to be a serious distraction when I supposed to be doing my homework assignments.''

Much as I was enjoying the sight of Mei-Lien deriving pleasure from her toy, I became concerned when her facial expression indicated that she was well on her way to finding out whether her new toy could induce an orgasm, at which point I decided that, before she did find out, it was in my own best interest to have her maiden voyage come to an end.

''My dear Mei-Lien, I hate to disturb your reverie, but I think that I had better interrupt you before you learn to prefer your dildo to the real thing. Thus, I would like you to stop what you are doing long enough to have me replace your toy as the object to which you are making love.''

After extracting herself from her perch, Mei-Lien straddled my supine body, where, after inserting my penis into her recently vacated vagina, she assumed the same position which she had held on her dildo.

''Your jealousy is gratifying but unnecessary. I prefer the real thing to the fake, especially when the real thing is attached to you.''

In view of the sexually charged day which we had spent, it is not surprising that our climax arrived quickly and that it left both of us drained. For what remained of the day, we lay in bed, satisfied to bask in the proximity of our bodies without more explicitly sexual contact. Sometime after midnight, Mei-Lien prepared for her departure while I found a container in which she could convey her toy without having it being evident what she was carrying. In the end, my solution was to put it into a nondescript box and call a taxi so that she would not have to hassle with it on public transport.

The introduction of her new toy resulted in some changes in our evening phone conversations. Wanting Mei-Lien to think of her time on the dildo as a reward for her efforts, I would put her through a calisthenics beforehand. Only after she had completed a strenuous workout was she allowed to take her ride on the dildo, and even after she had mounted the dildo I found ways to continue her exercises. For example, while seated on it as she had been in my bedroom, I would sometimes have her improve her posture by balancing a book on her head. Alternatively, I would make her exercise her shoulders and arms by having her raise her arms to the side and rotating them while holding some weights in her hands. At the same time, I took the opportunity to tone her internal musculature. Specifically, while mounted on the dildo I made her alternate between clamping her vaginal muscles around it and allowing the dildo to penetrate her to the maximum depth when her vagina relaxed.

Wanting to provide some variety, I also encouraged Mei-Lien to explore the versatility of her toy. After she had become accustomed to having it vertically inside her, I taught her how to take advantage of its flexibility. Although the shaft itself was rigid, its attachment to the base was elastic, affording considerable latitude in the angle at which it could be lodged inside its client. Knowing this possibility, I had Mei-Lien begin by taking the dildo inside her while she was kneeling astride it. Once it was fully embedded, I told her to, without dislodging the dildo, lean back until her body formed an arch anchored at one end by the dildo and supported at the other by her head. My intention was to make her experience the intense sexual excitement which the pressure on the front of front wall of her vagina would produce and at the same time the equally intense strain which her position would impose on her abdominal muscles, and, from her sound of her labored breathing over the phone, I knew that I had succeeded.




Sculpting Mei-Lien Ch. 07



I could easily imagine how beautiful she must have looked as these conflicting sensations coursed through her body, but I wanted to make sure that she too would appreciate the appeal of a female body being sexually aroused and simultaneously made to maintain a pose in which that arousal has to compete with acute physical strain.

''Mei-Lien, because I know that you cannot see yourself in the mirror, I want you to examine your body with your hands and tell me what they learn about its state. I assume that your breasts have been flattened into pancakes, but I would like to know whether the training which we have given your nipples enables them to remain erect nonetheless. If they are not, I want you to admonish them by pulling on them until are. Once you have made sure that your nipples are performing as they should, let your hands drift down to your bowed tummy and palpate the tightly stretched muscles beneath. I assume that the valley around your navel has almost disappeared, but I am hoping that your present position will have made the crease in the muscles of your lower belly more pronounced than it was even during your performance at the health club.''

After a couple of minute pause, Mei-Lien reported what she had learned.

''My nipples are in full bloom, sticking more than half an inch out from my flattened breasts. Nonetheless, just to make certain that they would continue to stay erect, I tugged on them hard enough to make them both rigidly erect and a little tender. Lower down, my abdominal muscles are stretched into two smooth sheets which run from my pelvis to my ribcage with a deter in the vicinity of my belly button, which, for the first time I can remember, has emerged from its customary residence and is protruding slightly from my belly. I am pleased to say that, as they pass over my lower belly, these sheets are separated by a distinct indentation which starts at the apex of my pelvic bone and extends all the way to my navel. Thus, I believe that you would find that my pose appeals to your sense of aesthetics. In addition, I am sure that you would enjoy witnessing struggle I am having to maintain this pose while the dildo is buried inside me in a way which, under other circumstances, could easily precipitate an orgasm. I believe that the region where it is pressing is sometimes called the 'G-spot,' and I can now attest to the insidious efficacy of pressure applied to that the region. Just how long do you plan to make me endure this state of suspended fulfillment in this diabolical position?''

''You are to continue for another five minutes. After the training which we have given it, your fine body is capable of great endurance and can only benefit from the sort of strain that it is under. In addition, I want to broaden your sexual horizons by teaching you about the bittersweet joy of frustration that comes from purposefully denying your body the gratification that it craves. It should excite you to consider the irony of the situation in which you are to spend the next five minutes. On the one hand, you have mounted yourself on an instrument whose sole purpose is to make your body want to achieve orgasm. On the other hand, you have assumed a position in which orgasm is unlikely, if not impossible. I think that the time will pass more quickly if you allow yourself to become immersed in the contemplation of your own self-immolation.''

My response was greeted by a hushed, plaintive groan over the phone. However, Mei-Lien did stay bowed backward over the dildo for the full five minutes. Before hanging up, she expressed her gratitude for been made to experience this perverse form of pleasure and demurely hinted that, before going to sleep, she might have to take steps to relieve her residual excitement and frustration. I told her that she was welcome to both the experience she had had as well as the pleasure she would derive from relieving its consequences.

When Mei-Lien and I made love the following Saturday, she insisted on demonstrating both the ease with which could arch her body back and the control which she was developing over her vaginal muscles. Straddling my hips with my penis deep inside, a slightly cruel smile spread over her face when she told me what she planned to do.

''You have taught me to appreciate how pleasure can be enhanced when it is spiced with a little suffering, and I feel obliged to reciprocate by giving you that experience as well. As you can tell, my vaginal muscles are much stronger as a result of the calisthenics which you have been making them perform, and, as you are about to find out, my torso is much more limber. To demonstrate both the strength of my vaginal muscles and the flexibility of my torso, I want you to spread your legs and put your hands behind the back of your head. I will then assume the position which you have made me take while clasping the dildo inside me, only this time it will be your penis which which plays the role of the dildo. If nothing else, we will learn whether the prong attached to you is as pliable as the one attached to the toy which you gave me.''

As soon as I spread my legs, Mei-Lien leaned back and slowly lowered herself into the valley between them. As she did so, I could feel the grip which she had on my penis tighten, holding it captive inside her vagina and forcing it to bend until it was horizontal by the time that her head touched the bed. In the process, her face and most of Mei-Lien's body disappeared, and so I found myself confronted by the arc of her bowed belly which appeared to emerge out of the tangle of our pubic hair. Intriguing as I found this sight, my attention soon turned to the painfully distorted position in which my distended penis found itself. My entire genital region, including my testicles, was under enormous strain, and Mei-Lien was intent on its remaining so. From the direction of her invisible head, I heard the sentence which I had imposed on her read back to me.

''I am going to keep your penis bent as it is for five minutes. I suspect that your distress will increase with time, but you should try to console yourself by immersing yourself 'in the contemplation of your own self-immolation.' That is the advise which you gave me. It was good advise, and it is the advise which I am now giving you.''

Each time that a pulse of excitement caused my penis to pulse inside its cage, Mei-Lien responded by bearing down harder, increasing my excitement and causing a sharp twinge of pain to radiate through my groin. Resigned to my fate, I attempted to remain absolutely still and seek solace in the way that Mei-Lien had suggested. Nonetheless, I did not succeed in making the time pass quickly, and I was humbled by the relief I felt when she finally rose and allowed my persecuted organ to return to a vertical position.

With a look of feigned concern on her face, Mei-Lien asked if she had caused serious damage, but when I trust deep inside her, she concluded that maybe it was the possibility of damage to her own body about which she ought to worry.

As we cuddled together recovering from our excesses, I once again brought up the idea of our going shopping for lingerie. I knew that Mei-Lien's confidence and pride in her looks had done nothing but increase since the last time that I mentioned this possibility, and we both knew how much she was excited by exhibiting her body in circumstances when she was not in control. Thus, I thought it would not hurt to replant the idea in her mind and have her think about it during the upcoming week. Although she did not respond directly to my suggestion, the frisson of excitement which I felt course through her recumbent frame indicated that the seed had found fertile ground in which was likely to germinate.



Sculpting Mei-Lien Ch. 08



From the frequency with which Mei-Lien brought it up during our telephone conversations the next week, it was clear that the shopping trip which I had proposed was very much on her mind. After she had completed the more physically demanding portion of her exercises and had assumed the pose which I specified she adopt on her dildo, she would ask for more details about what she should expect if she were to agree to join me on such an excursion. Admitting that I was not entirely sure myself what to expect, I hedged my responses by telling her what I hoped would happen. For the most part, I emphasized the psychological aspects of the experience which I wanted her to have. Specifically, I talked about her accepting the role of an inanimate object which is being appraised and molded by strangers who would have little or no interest in her as a person and whose only goal would be to enhance the aesthetic and sexual appeal of the object on which they were working.

I knew that my answers would make Mei-Lien grapple with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, the idea of having her body the focus of attention appealed to her narcissism. On the other hand, the idea of so thoroughly abrogating control over what was done to her body gave her pause. Having not been indoctrinated by western feminist propaganda, she was not adverse to allowing her body to be a source of sexual and aesthetic pleasure for others, but she was reluctant to expose herself to humiliation and wanted assurance that, should she feel the need, she would be able to protect herself from having her dignity comprised. I tried to allay her fears by explaining that I would never purposefully put her in the hands of anyone who would not respect her sense of propriety and that I would not hesitate to intervene in the event that she was being subjected to inappropriate behavior. At the same time, I pointed out that some humiliation was an integral part of the experience which I intended for her to have and that it would be an essential ingredient in the excitement which I hoped she would derive from that experience. Knowing Mei-Lien as well as I did, I knew that this warning would both pique her interest and increase her reluctance, and I savored the picture I imagined of her mobile features reflecting the mixed emotions she would have as she sat on her dildo while she considered my words.

In spite her growing fascination with the idea, Mei-Lien postponed her decision until the last moment. Then, as our conversation on Friday evening was about to end, she agreed to my proposition and told me that she would go shopping for lingerie with me the following afternoon and that I should spend the morning locating the sort of store which we had been discussing. Fortunately, I had already done some preliminary research and had found the addresses of several potentially suitable establishments. Thus, I spent a rather embarrassing Saturday morning going from one lingerie store to another. At each I had to explain my mission, an explanation which was usually greeted with skepticism combined with the suspicion that I was simply trying to sneak a peak at their sometimes less than fully clad clientele. Finally I found what I was looking for. Its windows tastefully displayed a variety of female undergarments and negligees, and on the door there was a sign advertising that custom made items could be ordered. When I entered, I was greeted by an elegantly dressed woman who, after hearing what I was seeking, told me that I had arrived at my destination. Ushering me to the back of the store, she opened the door to a large dressing room which was fully carpeted and sumptuously furnished. Its walls were covered by full length mirrors, and at its center there was a square dais situated under an array of spotlights. Facing the dais was a comfortable looking armchair in which she invited me to sit while she explained to me the services which would be available. By the time that she was finished, I was convinced that she and her establishment were devoted to the appreciation of the female anatomy and well acquainted with techniques that can be employed to enhance its natural beauty. More than satisfied, I told her that I would return at 2PM, accompanied by someone whose body I hoped she and her staff would find worthy of their attention.

I called Mei-Lien to tell her to get to my apartment by 1:30 so that we would not be late for our appointment. Punctual as always, she arrived in time to show me, before we left, how she had groomed and dressed herself for the occasion. Under her coat she wore a traditional Chinese gown, the kind which wraps around and enfolds its occupant from head to toe in silk. The material had an attractive, slightly off white color which complemented the tawny color of Mei-Lien complexion. A cloth hairband of the same color was positioned at the back of her head so that her thick, straight hair would flow over her right shoulder and cascade down her front in an alluring swath of black which was in dramatic contrast to the color of material on which it rested. Looking at her, I began to doubt whether such perfection could be improved upon, but I knew that, having made up her mind, Mei-Lien was not to be dissuaded from seeing our plan through to the end. Thus, after expressing my admiration for her choice of decor and planting a warm kiss on her beaming face, I bundled her back into her coat, took her by the hand, and headed out the door with my exquisitely attired, exotic companion in tow.

As soon as we entered the store I had chosen, the proprietress greeted me and asked our names while ushering us into the dressing room which she had shown me earlier. With a natural authority which was not offensive but brooked no opposition, she took command. After taking our coats and indicating that I was to sit in the armchair, she led Mei-Lien to the dais and had her stand at its center. She then stepped back to survey her subject with a well trained, critical eye. Mei-Lien was understandably nervous, but her anxiety was somewhat alleviated by the smile of approval on the countenance of the elegant woman who was appraising her. Once she had completed her initial inspection, she introduced herself and gave her opinion.

''My name is Madame Deville, but you can call me Camille. As you can tell from my accent, I was raised in France, where I received my education and was trained as a corsetiere. I have practiced the art of corsetry for many years, but it is rare for me to have the opportunity to practice it on a customer whose body has the range of possibilities that Mei-Lien's has. I would like to begin by concentrating on the appearance of Mei-Lien's bust. In order to conform with traditional Chinese ideas about a woman's breasts, Mei-Lien's breasts should be bound so that they lie flat against her chest and do not interrupt the smooth line of her clothes. Even though I do not entirely agree with this aesthetic principle, I would like to experiment with Mei-Lien's breasts by binding them and seeing how she looks when they are less prominent.''

Although Mei-Lien was standing directly in front of Mei-Lien, Camille addressed these remarks to me, as if Mei-Lien's opinions were irrelevant. Proceeding on the assumption I concurred with, or at least did not object to, her plan, Camille joined Mei-Lien on the dais and began by loosening the folds of material around Mei-Lien's neck and shoulders so that she could lower them. Because of her years of experience with various forms of female garb, Camille had no difficulty first unwrapping Mei-Lien's upper torso and then removing her bra, leaving Mei-Lien naked from the waist up. Throughout, the expression on Mei-Lien's face remained passive and gave no hint of her emotions, but her bared nipples gave irrefutable evidence of her growing excitement. The training which they had been receiving for the past few weeks had turned Mei-Lien's nipples into highly accurate indicators of her sexual arousal, and the signal which they were broadcasting was unambiguous. Standing only inches from these little beacons, Camille watched as they blossomed into solid pegs of, considering the modest size of the breasts from which they sprung, surprising length and bulk. Enchanted, Camille first gently captured the turgid stems of Mei-Lien's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and then leaned forward to take a closer look at both them and the puckered disks of reddish flesh at their bases.

''Now that I see what potentially valuable assets Mei-Lien's nipples could become if properly displayed, I have second thoughts about hiding them. On the other hand, it would be a shame not to take advantage of the way she is dressed and not bind them while she is still wearing this outfit, and so I will not alter my plan. My experience with the female anatomy makes me confident that, once they are unbound, her breasts will, if anything, be more beautiful and her nipples will quickly resume their present state.''

I knew that Mei-Lien would be disturbed by the possibly prurient interpretation of such intimate examination and discussion of her breasts by another woman. However, because Camille's interest was primarily professional and only secondarily sexual, I made no move to intervene. Indeed, Camille was introducing Mei-Lien to exactly the sort of ambiguity which I had intended her to have: the experience she was having was sexually charged for her but not for the person responsible for providing it, and, in spite of her excitement, she was expected to remain the passive recipient of whatever that person chose to do. Furthermore, even when Camille left us alone for a few minutes, Mei-Lien voiced no objections and seemed ready to play her part in Camille's experiment.

Upon her return, Camille was accompanied by a pretty young woman who was one of her assistants. Both women stepped onto the dais, the assistant standing in back of Mei-Lien and Camille in front. Draped over Camille's left arm was a bolt of soft cotton cloth, which was about a foot wide and rolled into a cylinder like a large surgical bandage. After asking Mei-Lien to gather her hair and clasp it in her hands on top her head, Camille handed her assistant one edge of the cloth and had her hold it firmly against Mei-Lien's back, between her shoulder blades. Turning the cylinder so that it would unroll as she went, Camille circled Mei-Lien's standing form, drawing the cloth tight across Mei-Lien's breasts when she reached the place where her aid held the end. Before continuing along her circular route, Camille transferred the cylinder to her assistant while she ran her hands under Mei-Lien's raised arms to make sure that the flesh beneath the cloth was not being pinched. Of particular concern to her was the position of Mei-Lien's breasts, which she spent a good deal of time maneuvering so that they would be pressed upward as their binding proceeded. After making sure that all was well, Camille retrieved the cylinder and made several circuits around Mei-Lien, tugging the cloth tight on each turn and taking great care to flatten it wherever it threatened to bunch. Finally, she told Mei-Lien to lower her arms while she anchored the binding in place by wrapping two much narrower bands of cloth around Mei-Lien's mummified chest, one band running just above and the other just below the place where Mei-Lien's breasts had been prior to their incarceration.

When Camille and her assistant moved aside and I had an unobstructed view, I was surprised how erotic I found the sight of Mei-Lien's bound torso. I had never before understood the attraction of androgynous images, but I began to then. Everything about Mei-Lien was distinctly feminine, and yet there she stood with a torso which could have belonged to a pre-pubescent boy. Other than a slight swelling on her chest, there was no hint that she possessed the breasts which I had come to love, and yet the roundness of her limbs and hips, not to mention the resigned expression on her face and the thick mane of black hair slanting across her front, left no doubt that the figure on the dais was that of a beautiful, mature woman. This fact became even more pronounced after Camille lifted the top portion of Mei-Lien's dress back onto her shoulders and knelt down to open the bottom portion so that one of Mei-Lien's legs was seductively exposed from ankle to just below her crotch.

Coming over to my chair, Camille stood behind me and studied her creation.

''I must admit that I like what I see better than I had thought I would. With her breasts bound, Mei-Lien resembles a statuette of a Han era courtesan. Both her face and figure conform to that era's aesthetic ideals. Of course, to complete the picture, her hair should be quaffed and held by ivory pins on top of her head, but getting it perfect would take quite a lot of time, time which I think can be better spent in other ways. Thus, if you agree, I propose that, before moving on, we simply enjoy Mei-Lien as she is. I will ask my assistant to bring us some light refreshments to eat while we appreciate our charming statuette.''

Several minutes later, Camille's assistant returned with a rolling table on which there were two cups of coffee together with cream and sugar and a plate of cookies. Obviously well acquainted and completely comfortable with the role of a hostess, Camille served me my coffee and offered me cookies before serving herself. For ten minutes we viewed the object of our admiration, our reverie interrupt only when, after several minutes, Camille approached Mei-Lien to adjust her pose so that her head was bowed a little and her skirts so that her inner side of her exposed thigh was more visible.

When the ten minutes had elapsed, Camille became restive and asked me whether I was ready for her to try another experiment. Much as I enjoyed watching Mei-Lien play her role as a courtesan, I felt that it was important to continue before she tired of her role and told Camille that she should proceed. Without further delay, Camille stepped back onto the dais and began removing Mei-Lien's gown, this time not stopping until it was completely off and lay in a circular heap around Mei-Lien's feet. Thus, for a brief period I was again confronted by the image of Mei-Lien's body presented as a confusing amalgam of male and female characteristics. If I looked at her from the waist down, what I saw was an invitingly softness which was unmistakeably female. If I raised my gaze to look at her upper body, I saw the delicate, undeveloped frame of a teenage boy, albeit one with flowing long hair and the facial features of a girl. However, as soon as Camille unwrapped the cloth binding them, Mei-Lien's breasts sprang back into their usual conical shape and dispelled any ambiguity about the sex of the body which I was beholding.

Anticipating Camille's needs, her assistant produced a tape measure from her pocket and handed it to her boss. Armed with the tape, Camille measured every aspect of Mei-Lien's breasts. Her measurements not only included the usual determination of Mei-Lien's total circumference but also measurements which, once again, caused Mei-Lien some embarrassment. For example, she measured and had her assistant record in a little ledger the circumference of each cone at its base as well as the diameter of Mei-Lien's aereolae and the length of her nipples. Although Camille was all business, these measurements required her to take considerable liberties with Mei-Lien's breasts. In response, a progressively deeper blush spread across Mei-Lien's face as she watched and felt her breasts being manipulated by a woman whom she did not know and for whom only her body was of any interest.

As she had been earlier, Camille was fascinated by Mei-Lien's nipples, which, if anything, appeared longer and more erect than they had been before her breasts had been bound. With her hands cupped around their base, she tested the mobility of Mei-Lien's breasts by wobbling them up and down and to the side.

''Her breasts have hardly any need of support, and nothing should be done that would mask their natural shape. For this reason, I suggest a bra that will mold itself to their shape rather than one which molds them to its shape. In addition, I think that she should have at least one bra which leaves her nipples uncovered. That way her nipples will be visible under a sweater or a summer dress, not to mention available should you want to improve their appearance with a little stimulation. After you choose a bra which you like, we can design openings which will not only allow her nipples to stick through the cups but will also help them to stay erect by applying subtle pressure on the periphery of her aereolae.''

Camille's opinions about Mei-Lien's breasts were very much my own, and so I was happy to let her follow instincts. While we were waiting for her assistant to bring in a selection of bras, I told Camille about the training which was at least partially responsible for the prominence of Mei-Lien's nipples. As I described their training, Camille could not resist the urge to examine them with her fingers. Holding her hands so that her palms grazed against the points of Mei-Lien's nipples, she pressed her fingertips into the soft flesh of the aereolae and drew them along Mei-Lien's rigid teats in very much the same way as one would milk a cow. Each time her fingers reached the tips of Mei-Lien's nipples, Mei-Lien rose to her toes as Camille closed her fingers around the distended stalks and gave them a little tug before beginning again. Thus, by the time that Camille's assistant returned, Mei-Lien was in a state of considerable excitement and her nipples protruded almost an inch from her breasts.

Knowing the style and dimensions required, Camille's assistant had been able to make an intelligent choice of bras for us to select from. All of them were of light construction with cups made out of material which was so thin that it was nearly translucent. Some of them had shoulder straps, others were strapless; some had a clasp in back, others in front. One by one, Camille explained the virtues of each model after putting it on Mei-Lien's breasts. During her explanations, she would often make adjustments which included intimate probing of the breasts under the cups to make sure that Mei-Lien's nipples were displayed to their best advantage. When she was satisfied that a bra was holding Mei-Lien's breasts in the way it was designed to, Camille would ask me for my opinion, but she never asked Mei-Lien for hers. Because I always admired the contours of Mei-Lien's shoulders and liked to see her dressed in a way which left them bare, I chose two models of strapless bras, one of which clasped in the front and the other in back. The cups of the one with the clasp in front was composed of strands which were oriented to run from the band at the base of the breast and converge as they approached the nipple, leaving gaps through which one got glimpses of the flesh beneath. The other one was less revealing but better suited for the sort of surgery which Camille had in mind.

After I had made my selection, Camille asked her assistant to bring the person who would create the openings for Mei-Lien's nipples. A couple of minutes later, a somewhat disheveled, middle aged man turned up. Like Mei-Lien, he was obviously of Chinese origin, but unlike her he seemed to have resisted the influence of his adopted country. Specifically, although he made no audible comment, the expression on his face clearly indicated his disapproval of a Chinese girl standing nearly naked to have her bra tailored so that her nipples would be exposed. Noting his expression, a cloud of anxiety passed over Mei-Lien's own face, but she quickly regained her composure and even seemed to counter his disapproval by thrusting her breasts forward and assuming a defiant stance with her legs spread and her head held high. Even after stepping onto the dais, the tailor was so short that his face and Mei-Lien's breasts were at the same height. As a result, the two of them made a sight which, depending on ones predisposition, was either hilariously comic, wonderfully obscene, or both.




Sculpting Mei-Lien Ch. 08



Whatever ones response to this odd juxtaposition of the frailty of age with the bounty of youth, one could not but admire the skill which the tailor brought to his task. Using a marker, he traced circles on the cups, following the outer edge of Mei-Lien's aereolae which were covered by but nonetheless tantalizingly visible through gauzy material. I had assumed that he would remove the bra once he had made his trace, but I was wrong. Instead, he put the marker back into his pocket and withdrew one of those blades that are used by sculptors to make precise incisions in clay. Holding the blade in his fingers, he placed its point on one of circles he had just drawn and carefully drew it along the curve, applying just enough pressure to cut the material without cutting the flesh beneath. I could see Mei-Lien's understandable fear written on her face while she watched the man whom she had offended wield the blade, but she made no attempt to move her breast out of harms way and stood stock still while she watched the tailor perform his delicate operation. His work was so precise that it was not until Camille brushed aside the cloth disks which he had cut that Mei-Lien's nipples appeared through the circular windows that he had created. The tailor looked quite startled by the dark pink stalks that he had released and were now staring him straight the face, but he did not step down from the dais until Camille took the bra off Mei-Lien and handed it to him, at which point he tucked it under his arm and left the room without having spoken a word during his entire visit.

Wearing nothing but her panties, Mei-Lien was once again left standing on the dais under the spotlights. The heat from the spotlights combined with her growing excitement had produced a thin layer of moisture which glowed on the surface of her skin. Having no way to relieve her pent-up sexual desires and anticipating that further frustration lay ahead, she was having great difficulty maintaining the poise which she knew was expected of her. Thus, she was grateful to have Camille distract her by initiating the next stage in her program to improve her appearance. Armed with a tape, Camille began by measuring Mei-Lien's midriff. Her first measurement was taken just below her breasts and was followed by measurements which descended down her torso in two inch steps all the way to the place where her upper thighs bulged out at the tops of her legs. When she reached Mei-Lien's hips, Camille dropped to her knees and pressed one end of the tape directly Mei-Lien's mons and used it as a pivot while she made three symmetrically placed measurements the distance be Mei-Lien's crotch and waist. These measurements were followed by detailed measurements from the rear of Mei-Liens buttock and finally one measurement with the tape running along the the channel connecting Mei-Lien's coccyx in back to the apex of her pelvis in the front. As before, the data was recorded by her assistant who stood patiently by the side of the dais with her pen and ledger, and, as before, the intimacy of Camille's activity caused Mei-Lien to blush.

Stepping down from the dais, Camille examined the ledger with knitted brow before issuing her verdict.

''It will come as no news to you that she does not have an hourglass figure. Further, although her abdominal muscles are well toned, I doubt if there is any corset which would give her one: her frame is too compact and her hips are too narrow for her to have anything approaching a wasp waist. On the other hand, she has a deliciously rounded belly which could be molded in various ways by a corset. Depending on your tastes, you could choose to either minimize or exaggerate her tummy. Minimization could be accomplished by a corset which has a hard panel that would press against her belly and force her to keep it flat. To exaggerate it, I would start by cinching her midriff with a corset which extended from just below her breasts to her waist, leaving her tummy bare. With her waist nipped in, her belly would swell out below, creating a pleasing concave contour under anything she was wearing. Whatever you choose to do with her belly, I strongly recommend that you do something with her buttock. Asian women have a compact buttock. Aside from artificial padding, which I assume you do not want to employ, one can enhance the shape and prominence of a woman's buttock with a strategically placed strap. The most effective method is to attach a strap, secured by D-rings sewn into the lower edge of the corset, which runs between her legs and bisects the cheeks of her buttock, spreading them apart. Properly designed, such a strap can be a source of pleasure for its wearer since, when correctly fitted, it spreads not only the buttock but also the labia. In fact, the stimulation of these erogenous zones can be increased by installing beads or other protuberances along the strap so that they press against the clitoris and, if desired, the anus or other sensitive spots as well.''

All the time she was explaining the options available for altering Mei-Lien's figure, Camille's hands roved over the figure under consideration. While praising the contour of Mei-Lien's belly, she ran her hands along its pantie clad surface. When she described the panel with which that rounded belly could be flattened, she braced Mei-Lien with one hand on her lower back and pressed her other hand hard against the tummy whose contours would be tamed. Finally, while describing the strap that would spread the cheeks of Mei-Lien's buttock apart, Camille traced the path it would follow, running a finger along its route all the way from start to finish. I could see Mei-Lien shudder as she felt Camille's finger probe first the crevice in her buttock and then the one between her labia.

Like a waitress who has just described the dishes available in a restaurant, Camille waited for me to choose what I wanted. Because I had always considered the roundness of Mei-Lien's tummy to one of her greatest physical assets, I had no trouble reaching my decision and expressed my strong preference for enhancing rather than diminishing that roundness, a preference which Camille seemed to share and approve. As for the crotch strap, I admitted that I no experience with such a device but was interested in learning if it was effective in either of the ways she had advertised. As soon as I had made my wishes known, Camille dispatched her trusty assistant to bring the items requested and asked whether I wanted another round of refreshments. I might have accepted had I not been distracted by the reappearance of the tailor carrying the specially modified bra on which he had been working. Instead of disappearing after handing it to Camille, he remained standing in front of Mei-Lien. He might still disapprove of her exposed breasts, but his professional pride made him intent on seeing how her nipples would look under the bra he had crafted. Taking the bra, Camille positioned it over Mei-Lien's waiting breasts and reached under her arms to fasten it behind. She then took a step back to get a better view.

During its absence, the bra had acquired an additional accessories. Around the rim of each hole there was now a pocket through which a circular ring of hard material had been threaded. Besides guaranteeing that the material next to the holes would not tear, these rings were cleverly designed so that they would exert a steady pressure on the boundary between the flesh contained under what remained of the cups and the flesh which extruded through the holes which had been cut. Not entirely satisfied with their initial position, Camille grabbed Mei-Lien's nipples and manipulated them until they were symmetrically placed within the holes and the periphery of her aereolae lay under the unyielding material lining the edge of the holes. When Camille moved aside, I could appreciate how cleverly designed the bra was: without altering the natural shape of Mei-Lien's breasts, it focused attention on her nipples which it prevented from retreating and gave no alternative but to accept their mandatory celebrity.

Having learned that his creation was performing as intended, the tailor left the room at the same moment as Camille's assistant returned with the waist cinching corset and crotch strap. Both items were more complicated than I had anticipated. At first I thought that corset was entirely suede, but when Camille held it up I realized that it consisted of two layers, the outer one made of suede and the inner one of a satiny liner. According to Camille, suede is the ideal material out of which to construct a corset: it is strong enough to assert the required control and at the same pliant enough to mold rather than crush the flesh under its control. However, it has the disadvantage that it loses its pliancy when exposed to moisture and therefore must be kept away from the sweat which a tightly cinched torso will inevitably produces. For this reason, it is necessary to line the inside of the corset with a material which will protect the suede from direct contact with the body it is encasing. In addition, the existence of two layers makes it possible to discreetly embed the corset stays so that their presence is apparent only to the person whose figure they are shaping.

Before putting the corset on Mei-Lien, Camille signalled her assistant to flick a switch that was on the wall next to the door. The switch activated a panel which opened in the ceiling directly above the dais, and from this panel appeared a two foot bar which was held horizontal by thin cables attached to its ends. When the bar was a foot or so above Mei-Lien's head, her assistant halted its descent, at which point Camille instructed the bewildered Mei-Lien to grasp the bar with both her hands. In order to comply, she had to lift her heels off the floor, and when Camille's assistant flicked the switch again to make the bar rise a few inches, Mei-Lien was forced to stand on the tips of her toes.

''As you see, making her hang onto the bar elongates her torso and draws in her waist. After I have cinched her inside the corset and allow her to release the bar, the corset will prevent her rib cage and waist from re-expanding. As a result, her stomach will be forced into the region below her waist where, even if she attempts to hold it flat, it will protrude in a pleasingly voluptuous shape, not unlike the tummy of a woman in the early stages of pregnancy. I think that you will appreciate and enjoy the contrast between the soft contours of her breasts and lower belly and the rigorously disciplined band separating those two unconstrained portions of her anatomy.''

While she was explaining the virtues of having Mei-Lien suspended from the bar, Camille began wrapping the corset around Mei-Lien and drawing on the sturdy laces which would determine its circumference. The elongation of Mei-Lien's torso and the concomitant diminution of her diameter meant that, without too much tugging on the laces, Camille could quickly affect the desired reduction of her waist. In fact, Mei-Lien had been grasping the bar for only a couple minutes when Camille allowed her to let it go. It was not until she released the bar and once again was standing on her feet that Mei-Lien realized how much compression the corset would impose on her body. Initially, because the corset compressed her ribcage, she had trouble breathing until she learned to take frequent, short breaths and to provide room for the air she drew in by allowing her diaphragm to press against her stomach. When she knew that she was no longer in danger of suffocation, Mei-Lien lowered her head so that she could study the alterations of her figure wrought by the corset, and what she saw was a dramatic landscape of rolling hills and valleys formed out of succulent female flesh. With her ribcage bound, her breasts appeared to be fuller and seemed to be defying anyone who looked at them not to appreciate the turgid nipples with which they were crowned. Looking past her breasts and her tightly girdled waist, she encountered her burgeoning lower belly and watched in wonder as it swelled and contracted with each breath that she took.

Camille gave Mei-Lien barely enough time to acquaint herself with her transformed figure before introducing her to the intriguing accessory which would cause her the greatest embarrassment and, potentially, the greatest carnal pleasure. Standing behind Mei-Lien and positioning her so that I would have a full frontal view, Camille hooked her thumbs into the elastic band at the top of Mei-Lien's panties, which she then lowered and had Mei-Lien step out of. Heretofore, she had successfully overcome her urge to protest her denuding, but, when Camille revealed her pubis, Mei-Lien's her sense of propriety was sufficiently offended that she instinctively cupped her hands over her crotch in a belated attempt to preserve her modesty. Amused by what, under the circumstances, was a rather ridiculous act of prudery, Camille gently grasped Mei-Lien's wrists and pulled her hands to the side. Camille then borrowed her own hands through the tunnel beneath Mei-Lien's vulva and used them to prise open Mei-Lien's tightly clenched thighs, leaving her standing with her feet spread about a yard apart and her nether regions without protection.

Coming in front of Mei-Lien, Camille had her assistant hand her the crotch strap and held it up for me and Mei-Lien to examine. This was no ordinary strap. Indeed, it was not really a strap at all but instead consisted of laminated layers of leather which had been molded into a rigid curve which, when suspended as it was from one end, resembled a meat hook whose shaft had been cut so that its inner side was rounded and its outer side was flat. After showing us the device whose function she had described earlier, Camille went to Mei-Lien's rear, had her assistant approach the dais from the front, and told Mei-Lien to squat between them. Lowering herself to her knees, Camille first attached one end of the device to a sturdy D-ring at the bottom edge of the waist cincher and then guided it into the valley, made readily accessible by her squatting position, between the cheeks of Mei-Lien's buttock. After making sure that it pressed against at the valley floor, Camille passed the other end to her assistant through the channel between Mei-Lien's legs. Apparently familiar with the routine, her assistant leaned forward and gently opened the purse of Mei-Lien's vulva so that the shaft would lie directly against Mei-Lien's clitoris and her labia would be kept spread by the intruder separating them. Maintaining steady tension while she did so, Camille's assistant leaned back and secured the device in place by attaching it, via a flat elastic belt, to a D-ring set in the front of the waist cincher.

Once Mei-Lien's crotch strap was installed, Camille asked her to stand up and came around to her front to inspect its placement. Like a craftsman putting the final touches on a creation, Camille adjusted the position of the elastic belt so that it would run along the crease in Mei-Lien's rounded tummy made by her well toned abdominal muscles, starting at the apex of her pelvis and ending in the deep hollow of her navel. At last satisfied, Camille stepped aside to exhibit her composition. Placing her hand on Mei-Lien's shoulder caps, she slowly turned Mei-Lien standing form so that I could see how the recently added accessory enhanced the contours which Camille had deemed inadequate. As she had promised, Mei-Lien's normally compact buttock now had a sumptuous shape which could rival that of any well-endowed woman from Europe. Of course, exposed as it was, the artifice responsible for its new shape detracted from the aesthetic effect. On the other hand, there was something undeniably erotic about the sight of a woman whose buttock was being artificially spread for the sole purpose of achieving an ideal for which nature had not designed hers, especially when knew the conflicting emotions which her simultaneous embarrassment and excitement were causing that woman.

All this happened so quickly and was done with such expertise that Mei-Lien hardly had time to comprehend, much less object, to what was being done to her. She was acutely aware that her modesty had been severely compromised and that the most intimate portions of her anatomy had been, and continued to be, invaded. However, because Camille and her assistant appeared to attach no erotic significance to their violation of her privacy, she could not accuse them of taking unfair advantage of her for their own sexual pleasure: if neither she or I had been present, the entire exercise would have been as devoid of prurient overtones as the preparations in the dressing room at a fashion show. Thus, she had no choice but to recognize that the only people at whom she could be justifiably angry were me and herself. But, considering that she had agreed to participate of her own free will and that no harm had come to her as a consequence, she realized that it was foolish to dwell on feelings of anger and that she should concentrate on the very real pleasure she was deriving. In fact, as she told me later, her only regret was that the presence of Camille and her assistant inhibited her from giving more explicit expression of the sexual excitement which the girdle around her waist combined with the strap embedded in her crotch were causing her.

Having completed her job, Camille asked whether I was satisfied with the items which she had shown me and whether I would be interested in seeing any other lingerie. Feeling that Mei-Lien had already gained the insights which I had hoped this experience would provide and fearing that I already owed Camille a large sum for her services, I said that I was pleased and that I felt that the items which we had tried would be sufficient. Nodding that she understood, Camille told her assistant to prepare the bill and asked me how I wanted Mei-Lien dressed on the way home.

''On the one hand, the beautiful gown in which she arrived will mask the effect which we have been working to produce. On the other hand, it might be best for her to get accustomed to having her waist bound and to learn how to accommodate the strap which is keeping her spread. It takes a while for a woman to learn how to move gracefully while her body is being constrained, but in time she does and many women come to actually enjoy the having restrictions imposed on their bodies. Thus, I would suggest that she remain bound and that, when you get home, you choose a garment under which her body will be better displayed when bound. For example, I think that she will look lovely under a light summer dress through which her nipples and augmented curves are visible.''

After getting a nod of agreement from Mei-Lien, I settled our substantial bill and hailed a taxi to take us back to my apartment. Needless to say, when we were back inside, I was torn between my desire to feast my eyes on Mei-Lien's transformed shape and our mutual desire to relieve the sexual tension for which its transformation was responsible. In the end, I did both.



Sculpting Mei-Lien Ch. 09



Not only had our shopping trip turned out to better than I had expected, the lingerie which we had bought continued to be a source of mutual pleasure and became an integral part of Mei-Lien and my games.

The next time that Mei-Lien turned up at my apartment she was wearing her corset and strap. She wore no other undergarments and had chosen a dress through which her augmented curves were displayed to their best advantage. Unquestionably, besides her desire to provide me a view of her enhanced contours, Mei-Lien derived considerable narcissistic pleasure from parading around in such an erratically beguiling fashion. Particularly interesting to me was her changed attitude toward her body. It was her dissatisfaction with her figure which had been the reason for her enlisting my help in altering her shape, and it was her succulent roundness which had distressed most her. However, she had come to realize that, properly controlled and garbed, that succulence could be transformed from a liability into an asset. She now flaunted rather than concealed her protruding tummy and behind which were forced into prominence by the corset binding her waist and the strap clenched between the cheeks of her buttock.

The sight of Mei-Lien's body presented for my delectation excited me. But, even more exciting to me was my recognition of the mental and physical toll she was paying to make her body attractive to me. The corset nipped several inches off her waist and forced her to monitor every breath that she drew. At the same time, the strap bisecting her buttock applied constant pressure not only to her anus but also to the sensitive channel it exposed as it passed between and spread her labia. What particularly interested me was the realization that Mei-Lien did more than accept the uncomfortable consequences of wearing her new undergarments, she actually embraced them. She had fastened the corset as tightly as she could draw it, and the way that her lower body twitched made me suspect that she had attached to the strap one or more of the several devises designed to produce a confusing combination of sexual stimulation and discomfort.

As if to purposefully increase the humiliation which she was experiencing, shortly after her arrival Mei-Lien removed her dress and assumed a pose which focused attention on the alterations in her shape wrought by the corset and strap. Kneeling on the living room carpet, she leaned back until she could grasp her ankles. In this position, her belly was thrust forward so that it was forced to bulge around the strap which ran down the shallow groove that her abdominal exercises had made increasingly well-defined. As her body relaxed, she spread her legs further apart,thereby revealing her vulva and the folds of her labia, which were spread and prevented from closing by the flared portion of the strap running between them. When her crotch came into view, it was clear that, hidden beneath the strap at the apex of her vulva, was buried one of the toys meant to keep her sexually aroused. Even though it was hidden, I could tell it was designed to apply pressure to the pouch in which her clitoris resides and to coax her clitoris out of its nest so that its tip would rub against the rough leather surface of the strap. I could well imagine that the resulting stimulation was akin to that which I experience when the tip of my erect penis encounters a prickly object, and so I could fully appreciate the mixture of pleasure and anguish which she must have been enduring.

Sitting by her side, I traced my fingers over the hills and valleys drawn into relief by Mei-Lien's pose. With one hand I molded her breasts, which were the only portion of her front not under the discipline of either the corset or strap. With my other hand, I caressed and probed the firm, rounded contours of her belly, savouring the texture of her skin stretched over her swelling abdomen and enjoying the contrast between the softness of its surface and the tautness of the muscles beneath. When I had thoroughly explored this terrain, I let my hand drift down to her crotch, where I explored the channel held open by the strap. The irony of her plight was lost on neither one of us. On the one hand, the strap forced her most intimate sexual apparatus into stark, almost lurid, prominence. On the other hand, it acted as a chastity belt, preventing access to the very region to which it was drawing attention. I could run my fingers along the inner surface of her spread labia, but I could not delve into the depths which normally their spreading would have laid bare. Even so, I soon learned that I could monitor what was transpiring beneath the strap. By placing the pads of my fingers on the spot under which her clitoris lay, I was able to feel her clitoris respond to the tweaking it was receiving and was fascinated by the similarity of that response to what I knew would have been that of my penis under similar circumstances. Each time its tip rasped the suede roof holding it captive, I could see Mei-Lien's groin clench the same way that a man's does when he instinctively thrusts his penis deeper into the source of its stimulation. In Mei-Lien's case, the result was an instant of excruciatingly intense sensation followed by a protracted period of frustration during which she futilely attempted to shield her clitoris from further abuse. By pressing my fingers against the strap, I was able to modulate the intensity and frequency of her clitoris's encounters with its tormentor.

After a while, my sadistic nature got the better of me. I purposely persecuted her by preventing her from withdrawing her clitoris into its protective hood. Reflected in her eyes I saw a look of pride along with incipient tears. Moved, I commiserated with the suffering which she was enduring and thanked her for her willingness to accept that suffering in order to enhance the pleasure which her body was giving both of us.

``My dear Mei-Lien. Not being female, I can only guess what emotions a woman feels knowing that she has relinquished control over her body and put it on display so that a man can not only enjoy watching it perform but also dictate its performance. Conversely, I doubt that you, not being male, can comprehend the pleasure which such an act of female resignation can provide a man. To a man, the female body, even one with which he is very familiar, is a mystery. Particularly mysterious to him is the subtlety of its response to sexual stimulation. The only inhibitions which a man has about sex are those which society has instilled in him, but nature has programmed the female psyche to have innate inhibitions about giving her sexual appetite free reign. Thus, besides the frustration which your present situation would cause either a man or a woman, I suspect that the decision to submit oneself to such a situation is more difficult for a woman to make than it would be for a man. I am telling you this because I want you to know how truly grateful I am to you for your willingness to overcome your inhibitions and make the requisite sacrifice.''

Smiling through her tears, Mei-Lien responded.

``Yes, you are correct that the male cannot comprehend the female psyche. It is true that I had a hard time preparing myself for this ordeal. In particular, I did not enjoy having to thoroughly cleanse my bowels before installing my strap. However, what you do not understand is that, along with the inhibitions which it implants in the female psyche, nature puts the desire to utilize and share the capacities with which it has endowed her body. If you need further evidence of this desire and its perverse consequences, see what awaits you when you examine what is tucked beneath the strap in the rear. There is more than one entrance into my body between my legs, and both of them are under duress.''

Curious to find out what she was talking about, I grasped Mei-Lien by her shoulders and bent her forward so that her far-head rested on the carpet and her splayed buttock rose in the air. Shifting my position, with one hand I maintained contact with her now pendulous breasts while I ran my other hand along the strap spreading her behind. The strap back there was laminated and folded to increase its bulk between her nether cheeks, but even so I could feel a distinct bulge at precisely the point where it passed over her anus. Each time that I pressed on the bulge, Mei-Lien gasped and her gluteal muscles contracted. It seemed that whatever was producing the bulge was poised at the opening to her rectum and that even slight pressure from me was sufficient to make it breach her back door. After I had confirmed this observation several times, Mei-Lien gave me more details.

``As you will have probably guessed, the bulge in my strap in caused by the presence of a ball which the strap is holding so that it puts constant pressure on my anus. Last week, I returned to the lingerie store to find out more about the devices which can be installed on the strap. Madame Deville introduced me to several, one of which is preventing my clitoris from retracting and another of which is the ball keeping my anus open. Madame DeVille is particularly enthusiastic about the erotic as well as the beneficial effects that the use of this ball can produce. Its diameter measures a little more than an inch and it is attached to the strap by a clamp which prevents it from shifting. The idea is to have the ball penetrate deep enough to stretch the ring of my anus. Because, before installing it, one lubricates it with a liberal coating of Vaseline, the only way that I can keep it from stretching me to its full diameter is by tightening the muscles around my anal ring. According to Madame DeVille, having to keep those muscles tight is a wonderful exercise which will strengthen and enhance my buttock. Having worn it ever since I left home, I can attest to the rigor of this exercise, although we will have to wait before we can assess the beneficial effects on my figure. In the meantime, I can assure you having to accommodate the ball in my rectum while my clitoris is subjected to constant stimulation is a highly erotic experience. The two sources of stimulation act in concert so that the one enhances the other. This is particularly true when the ball penetrates deeper, as it did while I was sitting in the taxi on the way over here and when you were pressing on it just now. When that happens, I feel like a bomb which is about to explode. Would you like to try detonating me?''

By the time Mei-Lien had finished, I was more than ready to find out what sort of explosion would result from my continued experimentation with the devices embedded in her crotch strap. However, before proceeding, I wanted to make sure that I would have an unobstructed view of the explosion when it occurred. Not only did I want to be able to watch her body writhe in the throes of orgasm, I wanted to see the expression on her face as her climax built and as it began to subside. With this in mind, I asked her to accompany to me to my bedroom. When we were there, I had her lie on back and went to fetch a couple of hand towels from the bathroom closet. Upon my return, I told her to curl her legs up and place her hands next to her bent knees, and, when she had, I used the towels to secure her wrists to her legs. Although I left enough slack for her shift her position, I made certain that her buttock would remain raised off the bed so that her entire crotch would be kept readily available. Finally, I placed a pillow behind her head so that she be able to watch her own reaction to what I would be doing to her body.

Moving toward the bottom of the bed, I knelt so that my view of Mei-Lien extended from the upturned junction between her raised legs to her face. With her legs bent as they were and her crotch strap doing its job, her bottom swelled out before me in beautifully rounded contours. Those contours would have extended unbroken up to her corset if it had not been for the strap running down the center-line of her tummy and forcing her abdominal muscles to accommodate its presence. As a result, the hemisphere which her rounded belly would have otherwise formed was bisected into two lobes, symmetrically bulging on each side of the strap. In contrast to the roundness of her hips and lower belly, her waist was compelled by the discipline imposed by her corset to retain its wasp-like dimensions, a fact which emphasized the swell of her tummy below and of her breasts above. On her face was an expression of excited anticipation tinged by a shadow of fear. Mei-Lien knew and did not regret that she had ceded control of her sexual apparatus to me, and she had no illusions about my readiness to take advantage of her decision. What she feared was her inability to control her response to my machinations and the consequent obscene performance in which her body was destined to play the lead role.

``Mei-Lien, I am going to begin by training your anus. Madame Deville told you to exercise by contracting your anal sphincter to prevent penetration. I am confident that she is correct about the beneficial effects of that exercise and trust that, under other circumstances, you will perform it while wearing your strap. However, at the moment, it is your self-control, not your gluteal muscles, which I intend to strengthen. Instinctively,your anal sphincter contracts in response to pressure from either side. Nonetheless, as you know from you moving your bowels, you can override that instinct, at least when the pressure originates from inside. I am now asking you to exert the same control when the pressure originates from outside. Thus, when I press against the ball, you are to let it slide inside. Anchored to the strap, it will not penetrate very far, and therefore you will be unable to draw it fully inside in order to lessen the strain it is imposing. Instead, you will have to wait for me to adjust its depth by diminishing or increasing the pressure I am applying. Because it is thoroughly lubricated, there is no danger of irritating the delicate membranes through which it will be passing, and so there will be no need for me to desist until I am satisfied that you have learned how to keep this orifice available and to appreciate the strangely delicious sensations it can provide.''

Try as she might, my brave Mei-Lien was at first unable to follow my instructions. Each time that I pressed the ball into her anus, her sphincter would clench in a vain attempt to block its entry. However, as she became more accustomed to my assault, her initial resistance began to subside and was replaced first by resigned acquiescence to her fate and then by signs that she was learning to enjoy this new form of penetration. Instead of grimacing when I drove the ball home, the expression on her face would be one of wonder, and, as if they were mimicking what was happening below, her eyes and mouth would open wide. At the same time, by tightening her abdominal muscles, she would tilt her pelvis so that the channel between her legs would be more accessible.

Seeing that Mei-Lien had learned the lesson I was teaching her, I began rewarding her diligence by accompanying the penetration of her rear portal with increasing attention to the bulge against which her clitoris was pressing. When she tilted her pelvis up, I would intensify her sensual torment by stroking the mound in ways which would force the stalk of her clitoris to bend and its tip to rub against the ceiling of its cage. In response to my efforts, she soon abandoned all attempts to preserve her modesty and allowed her body complete freedom manifest its excitement in any way that it chose. Thus, for several minutes, she treated me to a lewd but beautiful demonstration of the way in which the female body is programmed to respond when it is subjected to protracted sexual stimulation. The relatively peaceful calm of her expression was transformed into a look of unabashed hedonism, and what had been a subtle tipping of her pelvis became a primitive dance composed of sensual undulations. I had never thought Mei-Lien capable of such abandon, but, as her excitement built to a crescendo, propriety was the least of her concerns. Her body had been being systematically stimulated ever since she donned her corset and strap, and it was now expressing its craving for the relief which only an orgasm would bring.

Strangely, when that relief arrived, her body froze and a look of intense concentration displaced the anguished expression which had been on her face. In spite of its frantic prelude, her orgasm itself was sublimely peaceful. It lasted far longer than usual, and the whole time Mei-Lien appeared to be savoring the waves of sensation enveloping her body. Like a connoisseur tasting a well conserved wine, she sipped rather than gulped, determined that she not miss any of the pleasure which her experience had to offer. I too was enthralled and took care not to distract her from her reverie. Thus, I was content watch her enjoy the reward which she had coming to her. Only when her body relaxed did I disturb her long enough to untie her hands and remove the corset and strap from her recumbent body. Unencumbered, she soon drifted off into a state of blissful oblivion, which is the state in which I left her for the rest of her visit. 



Sculpting Mei-Lien Ch. 10



Mei-Lien's new lingerie continued to be a source of mutual enjoyment for several weeks. As time passed, she learned to tolerate the constriction her corset imposed on her torso, and she often wore it when we went out to shop or dine. She also became more accustomed to her crotch strap, although it presented more of a challenge. Having her buttock forced to remain spread was one thing, but she never overcame her vulnerability to the insidious stimulation which its various attachments applied to her both her nether orifices.

Exciting as she found them, the novelty of these toys inevitably began to diminish, and her appetite for new experiences led her to investigate other possibilities. While surfing the web, she came upon a video which made a deep impression on her. The video showed a voluptuous woman restrained so that her curvaceous body was on display while it was receiving electrical stimulation from strategically placed electrodes. Her restraints were designed to prevent her from escaping but to leave her body ample freedom to communicate its response to the stimulation it was receiving. Controlling the strength and target of the stimulation was a female technician who was concerned that her victim experience the maximal effect of the devices attached to her body but oblivious to the torment which she was inflicting. According to Mei-Lien, it was possible to monitor what portion of the subject was being stimulated by looking for the muscle groups which were visibly contracting under her increasingly sweaty skin. Further, in spite of the anguished expression on her face and the obvious discomfort she was experiencing, it was clear to Mei-Lien that the subject was a willing victim who had submitted herself to the ordeal and that the restraints were only necessary to make sure that she not spoil her own experience for lack of resolve.

Mei-Lien was obviously fascinated by the scene she had witnessed, and I suspected that she had related it to me because she was wondering if it was a scene in which she herself might want to play the principal role. However, as I had learned, Mei-Lien was disinclined to act in haste and preferred to wait until she had thoroughly considered all the ramifications of any decision. Thus, I was not surprised that she returned to subject several times before she admitted that she had been contemplating a possibility of subjecting herself to a similar ordeal. Nor was I surprised that, when she finally did admit to her fantasy, she had already worked out how she was going to realize it and made arrangements to do so.

``As you know, I am very curious about the experience which is depicted in the video which I have been telling you about, and, as you have probably guessed, I have been wondering whether I want to have that experience. Last week, I decided that I did, and I have now found a place which can provide it. The place is an electrolysis studio which specializes in the removal of body hair and muscle toning via electronic stimulation. The owners and most of their clientele are Asian, and their attitude toward the use of mechanical and electronic devices to produce and enhance sexual excitement is not tainted by Western scruples about such matters. In particular, the proprietors were neither shocked by nor averse to my proposal that they use their equipment and skills to reproduce the conditions recorded in the video. In fact, I had the sense that mine was not the first request of this sort they had had and that they were confident about their ability to give me satisfaction. However, they warned me that it might take as much as an hour before they had brought me to the physical and mental state which I am seeking, and that once I had agreed to placing my body in their hands there would be no turning back. For this reason, they suggested that I consider carefully before committing myself to what could be a harrowing experience, albeit one which had the potential to introduce me to a new world in which I would have an entirely new relationship to my own body. Thinking that their advice was well founded, I thanked them and told them that I would let them know when I had made my decision. That was a couple of days ago, and I have thought about little else since. I have returned to the website several times in order to watch the video again. Each time I have been filled with a conflicting emotions as I watched the woman's body writhe in her bonds. The sight is strangely beautiful, and I am sure that part of her excitement derives from knowing that her lascivious contortions are being witnessed by the technician and recorded for posterity. As you have often said, I am something of an exhibitionist, but it was terrifying for me to imagine myself in her place. Even so, after each viewing of the video, I am sexually aroused and realize that I crave the state of total abandon which she has achieved. Since, on the one hand, exhibitionism is an integral part of the experience, and, on the other hand, I have no intention of allowing my performance to be put on video, I have come to the conclusion that my decision depends on your willingness to be my audience. I cannot guarantee you the aesthetic quality which I know you admire, but I can assure you a magnificent display of hedonistic carnality. If you agree to join me, I will make an appointment for next Saturday morning.''

I had anticipated that Mei-Lien would eventually want to satisfy her curiosity, but I had not thought that I would play so pivotal role in her final decision. Not having seen the video which inspired her, I could not tell whether I would share her enthusiasm about reproducing the scene it depicted. In the past, it had been I who suggested the ideas which became a part of our repertoire. Now I she was asking me to not only sign onto one of her ideas but to also take responsibility for the decision to try it. Thus, I refused to accept her proposal until I clarified my position.

``Mei-Lien, it is obvious to me that you have given a lot of thought to this matter, and I am not going to stand in your way. Nonetheless, I want to be sure that you fully understand my reservations. In our previous experiments, I have taken full responsibility. When we went to the fitness center and lingerie store, I played the role of your guardian. Admittedly, there have been times when I allowed others to violate your modesty and take considerable liberties with your body. However, I never relinquished the right to intervene. What you are asking now is that I be an accomplice in a situation which requires both of us to abrogate our right to interfere. Indeed, from your description, it is clear that relinquishment of control is an essential component of the experience and that neither you nor I should have the authority to determine either the severity of or call a halt to the torment to which you are being subjected. I am confident that you will receive no permanent physical harm, but the possible psychological consequences of your experience are a different matter, one for which only you should take responsibility. Thus, although I readily admit that I would enjoy being your audience, I refuse to be more than a passive participant in your decision to accept your role in this experiment.''

Intelligent and honest girl that she is, Mei-Lien had no trouble comprehending and accepting my position. Smiling, she teased me about my reservations and said that she, not I, should determine what she did with her body. Before leaving my apartment, she told me that I should be ready to accompany her to an appointment which she would make for 10:00AM on Saturday.

Punctual as always, Mei-Lien turned up at 10AM the following Saturday. From the moment that she arrived, it was obvious that she was doing her best to mask her fear. Without removing her coat, she grabbed my arm and escorted me to the waiting taxi in which she had come. Having been told earlier where we were headed, the driver left the curb as soon as we closed the door. Throughout the trip, Mei-Lien clung to my arm like a scared child, but she did not say a word. I suspected that she maintained her silence because her voice would reveal her ambivalence about what lay ahead for her when we reached our destination, and I remained silent out of respect for the courage she was showing in spite of that ambivalence.

By the time that the taxi stopped and I had payed the fare, Mei-Lien appeared to have regained some of her bravado and, without further ado, escorted me to the entrance of the studio in which her education would take on a new dimension. Once inside, we were immediately greeted by a petite young Japanese woman wearing a white smock. Wasting no time, she detached Mei-Lien from my arm and showed us into the room where Mei-Lien would spend the next hour having at the mercy of electrodes attached to her naked body. At first sight, the room resembled a doctor's office. At its center, under a pair of bright spot lights, was a steel table. Had it not been for a sturdy rectangular contraption rising on either side to a height of about three feet above its surface, one might have mistaken it for a conventional examination table. Next to the table, there was a trolley on which sat several pieces of sophisticated looking electronic equipment. Even though we both knew to what purpose the table and equipment were to be put, there was nothing particularly ominous about the room or its contents.

After giving us time to accustom ourselves to our surroundings, the technician indicated a chair in which she wanted me to sit and unceremoniously began removing Mei-Lien's clothes. In contrast to the intimacy of the act she was performing, there was nothing intimate about the way that she performed it. Everything she did was done with a studied, clinical detachment. She carefully folded and placed on a chair each article of clothes which we removed. Once Mei-Lien stood naked before her, she spent several minutes studying the body which would be under her control. After viewing Mei-Lien from the front and rear, she used her hands to palpate various portions Mei-Lien's anatomy. Although she never said a word, I could see that she was pleased by much of what she found. In particular, she spent quite a lot of time assessing Mei-Lien's breasts and even smiled when she saw how responsive their nipples are. Lower down, she pressed her hand against Mei-Lien's abdomen and seemed to appreciate its rounded yet firm contours. When she had finished her initial appraisal, she took Mei-Lien by the hand and led her to a door behind which was a bathroom, complete with tub, sink, and toilet. As I learned from Mei-Lien later, after she closed the door behind them she prepared Mei-Lien's body, preparations which included a thorough enema and the removal of some body hair in the vicinity of her crotch.

When Mei-Lien emerged from the bathroom, the technician had her climb onto the central placed table and kneel on the well cushioned pad which covered its surface. Once Mei-Lien had found her bearings and had assumed a stable position, the technician fastened padded wrist cuffs to Mei-Lien's arms and then secured Mei-Liens wrists to the steel rectangle so that her arms were bent and her hands were held at the same height as her head. Watching Mei-Lien's reaction, I could see that her body was trembling and that she was having to exercise enormous self-restraint to not protest. However, the technician appeared to be completely inured to the distress she was causing her subject, and no sooner had she secured Mei-Lien's arms than she turned her attention to Mei-Lien's legs. Using two bands on each leg, one on the thigh just above the knee and the other on the ankle, she pulled Mei-Lien lower legs toward the sides of the table and attached the bands to trestles, thereby preventing Mei-Lien from bringing her legs together and making sure that both her vulva and rear would remain available.

To my surprise, once she was satisfied with Mei-Lien's bonds, the technician stepped away from the table and bowed to both her captive and me before departing. However, after a minute or two, she reappeared accompanied by a handsome young man who introduced himself as Dr. Tanaka and explained that, as both the technician's supervisor and the resident medical expert, it was he who would orchestrate Mei-Lien's session.

``To begin with, I must examine the Mei-Lien to make sure that she will suffer no physical harm. The treatment for which she has asked will make considerable demands on her stamina, and I want to be sure that she is sufficiently fit to undergo without danger the stress which this regimen will impose on her body.''

There was something surreal about Dr. Tanaka's examination of his captive patient. Stethoscope in hand, he began by listening to her heart and lungs, taking her pulse, and checking her blood pressure. Those preliminaries complete, he turned next to the condition of her muscles: running his hands along her biceps and inner thighs, probing her abdominal muscles, and finally squeezing the cheeks of her buttock. From my perspective, there was hardly any difference between his examination of Mei-Lien and that of a veterinarian checking out the condition of a horse prior to a race.

``I am pleased to report that Mei-Lien is in excellent condition and that stress poses no danger to her health. Her pulse and blood pressure are elevated, but that is understandable under the circumstances. As for her muscles, they are strong and well toned so that they can endure long periods of intense contraction. Thus, I see no reason for us not to proceed. Because this is her first experience with electrical stimulation, I think it would be best to introduce her to it in stages. For this reason, I will begin by avoiding her erogenous zones and will concentrate on her abdominal region.''

Turning to the trolley, Dr. Tanaka unwrapped what looked at first like a square adhesive bandage. However, on closer inspection, it became clear that this was no ordinary bandage. Instead of gauze, at the center of the adhesive side was a thin piece of metal, and on the outer side was a small electronic connector. Leaning forward, he carefully positioned the bandage about three inches below Mei-Lien's left breast before pressing the adhesive into her flesh. After testing to make sure that the first one would adhere, he installed seven more, until he had a total of eight symmetrically placed bandages running down Mei-Lien's torso, four on each side, starting just below her ribcage and running along converging paths over her lower belly to the fringe of her pubic hair. Returning to the trolley, he fetched a bundle of electric cables which were attached at one end to a control panel. At the other end of each cable was a plug which he inserted into the waiting connectors attached to Mei-Lien.

With everything in place, Dr. Tanaka took up a position at the control panel. Resembling a sound engineer recording a symphony, he switched on the device whose cables he had connected to Mei-Lien. Mei-Lien's response was instantaneous. Every the muscle on the right side of her abdomen contracted and remained tight as a drum until Tanaka turned a dial which transferred the current to the electrodes on her left side and the muscles there went into spasm. At first the enormity of her abdominal contractions seemed to preclude any other muscular activity, and so, aside from the rhythmic contractions of her tummy, Mei-Lien remained frozen in place. Only after Tanaka had put her through her paces a couple of times did other parts of her body begin to move. Throwing back her head, she screamed and fought her bonds as her abdomen was forced into another round of contractions. Her exertions combined with the heat from the spot lights above soon produced a layer of sweat which began as a thin film but quickly accumulated into large drops that rained from her face, armpits, and breasts.

Apparently satisfied that he had produced the desired effect, Tanaka announced that he would put the machine on automatic pilot while he attended to other matters. During his absence, his assistant stood impassively next to Mei-Lien's writhing body. Although her main concern seemed to be that there be no break in Mei-Lien's torment, she did show some interest in the contortions wracking the body before her. From time to time she would place a hand on the rock hard plane of Mei-Lien's belly, but the only time that she evinced any sympathy was when she wiped the sweat off Mei-Lien's brow and brushed aside the hair which clung to Mei-Lien's face. Otherwise, she simply stood with her arms folded awaiting the return of her supervisor.

By the time that Dr. Tanaka came back, Mei-Lien was so exhausted that she was no longer fighting her captivity and had become resigned to the incessant contractions which her stomach muscles being were forced to make. In fact, even those contractions had become less contorted, and what had been spastic convulsions had become nearly rhythmic waves which passed from one side of her belly to the other as different groups of muscles were called on. Noting these changes, Tanaka decided that it was time to move on.

``I am very pleased how quickly you have learned to accommodate electrical stimulation. It may be inappropriate for me to say, but it is a privilege to have a client whose body responds as well as yours. Were you here to tone your stomach muscles, I would leave you as you are until your abdominal muscles had reached a state of such exhaustion they no longer responded to the current. However, that is not the purpose of your visit, and I want make sure that you are able to fully appreciate some of the more explicitly sexual applications of electricity. Because it is less physically, if not mentally, less taxing, I am now going to introduce your breasts to electricity.''

As soon as Dr. Tanaka switched off the current, Mei-Lien slumped forward over her bent legs, dangling from her wrist cuffs. Understanding her need to recover her strength, Tanaka allowed her to rest in that position while he attached a new set of connectors to the sides of her breasts and in the hallows of her armpits. His work was hampered by the thick layer of sweat which he encountered, but, undeterred, he wiped her skin dry before applying each bandage, thereby making certain that they would stay where he put them. When he had two connectors on the side of each breast and one in each armpit and had inserted plugs into them, he gently lifted Mei-Lien's head so that he could have access to her nipples. Warning her to stay absolutely still, he produced a pad in which was embedded a small needle. After locating the tiny hole in the tip of Mei-Lien's right nipple, he gently but firmly pressed on the needle until its point penetrated nearly a quarter into the stalk. Excruciating as I imagined this impalement must be for her, I was amazed that Mei-Lien gave no sign that it had caused her particular pain. Before repeating the same operation on her left nipple, Tanaka secured the first needle with several strips of adhesive which were attached to the pad holding it. Initially I had wondered how he intended to connect the needles to the control panel, but I soon realized that Mei-Lien's nipples were about to become the beneficiary of an ingenious and novel application of WiFi technology.

Back at the control panel, Tanaka twirled several dials before switching on the current to Mei-Lien's breasts. By comparison to her reaction when her stomach was the target, Mei-Lien's response was muted. Arching her back so that her breasts were thrust into prominence and tipping back her head so that her hair fell in a straight line down her back toward her buttock, she emitted a moan which could be only interpreted as an expression of pleasure.

``I have set the current to her breasts and armpits at a level which will cause a pleasant tingling sensation. As yet I have not sent a signal to the needles in her nipples. Before doing so, I want her achieve a state of sensual comfort, but one which is accompanied by frustration about its inadequacy. When she has reached that state, I will activate the needles. The needles will cause her an erotically charged mixture of pleasure and mild pain, but even that will be insufficient to provide her the sexual release which she craves. On the other hand, it will prepare her to accept the method by which she will ultimately satisfy her craving.''




Sculpting Mei-Lien Ch. 10



Tanaka waited five minutes before sending the signal to the needles. When he did, Mei-Lien immediately straightened her back and brought her head forward. Staring down at her breasts, her face wore an expression of disbelief. The calm look of ecstasy on her face was replaced by one of dismay as she felt her nipples respond to the current that was being injected into their very core. At the same time, she seemed unable to stay still and began rocking back and forth so that her breasts bobbed up and down and from side to side. As Tanaka had predicted, her distress had less to do with the pain than with her frustration she felt. As intended, the stimulation which her breasts were receiving was sufficient to prepare her for orgasm but insufficient to enable her to achieve it.

Tanaka kept Mei-Lien in this state of suspended sexual gratification for nearly ten minutes. As had been true after she had become reconciled to the involuntary contraction of her abdominal muscles, Mei-Lien had learned to accept that the tantalizing stimulation of her breasts would not end until Dr. Tanaka decided that she was ready for her next lesson. Nonetheless, relief was written all over her face when the current to her breasts was turned off and the needles had been removed from her nipples. Even though she did not know what torment would replace these, she had heard Tanaka say that what came next would be the final one and that it would provide her the sexual relief for which she was in increasingly desperate need. However, Mei-Lien optimism waned when she heard the plans Tanaka had made for last act of her performance.

``Thus far I have restricted my attention to the portion of Mei-Lien's body above her waist, but I am now going to involve the portion below. Few women who have not given birth know the full potential of the reproductive organs with which nature has endowed them. To conclude Mei-Lien's journey of self-discovery, she is going to have an anatomy lesson taught by her own body.''

Moving in concert with one another, Tanaka and his assistant first wrapped wide bands around the top of Mei-Liens thighs. After connecting these via cables to the control panel, he had his assistant climb onto the table and raise Mei-Lien's buttock while he inserted a probe through her anus into her rectum. After he had seated this probe, his assistant released Mei-Lien's buttock and, reaching under Mei-Lien's arms and grasping her breasts, raised Mei-Lien into a position in which Mei-Lien's vulva was tipped forward and up. Brushing aside Mei-Lien's damp pubic hair, Tanaka inserted a second probe into her well lubricated vagina. This probe was thicker than the one in her rectum and had an oval shaped bulb at the end inside Mei-Lien. He gently maneuvered the probe after it was fully embedded, eliciting a moan from Mei-Lien when she felt the bulb pressed against her cervix. Seeing that Tanaka was satisfied with its position, his assistant handed him what, under other circumstances, would have looked like the bottom half of a bikini but, in the present setting, was obviously a thong intended to anchor the probes in place. It consisted of two sturdy strips of cloth, one of which went around Mei-Lien's waist, and the other between her legs. The one between her legs was attached in front and back to the one around her waist so that, after the slack had been taken up, it eliminated any possibility of the probes emerging from the warm nests which Mei-Lien was providing them.

``The front probe inside Mei-Lien is specially designed to stimulate both her vaginal walls and her uterus. In particular, the bulb at its end is nestled against her cervix. When it is activated, a small electric charge will be transmitted to her uterus, which will respond by contracting in much the same way that it would were she in labor. Although, in the absence of a fetus, these contractions will not cause the pain which they would during labor, the sheer physical toll that they will exact will be comparable to that imposed on women during childbirth. The role of the probe in her rectum and bands on her thighs is secondary. The one in her rectum has a flat surface which lies against the thin membrane separating her rectum from her vagina, and embedded in the bands on her thighs are electrodes which will the stimulate lymph nodes in her groin the same way as the ones in her armpits did. Their purpose is to enhance her experience by intensifying and prolonging her contractions. To avoid doing her any harm, I must proceed with care. Nonetheless, I will not spare her if there is no question that her body is capable of tolerating the stimulation which I can give it.''

Upon hearing Tanaka's words, Mei-Lien was visibly disturbed. In so far as her bonds permitted her to do so, she cowered in an understandable desire to shield her body from the experience that Dr. Tanaka had prescribed for it. Her only comfort came from the continuing presence of the technician behind her on the table. In an attempt to bolster Mei-Lien's courage, the technician cradled Mei-Lien's head against her shoulder and cupped her hands over Mei-Lien's breasts. Tanaka himself concentrated on his equipment. When he had everything ready, he approached the end of the table from which he would have an unobstructed view of Mei-Lien's face and trembling body. In his right hand he held a black box with several dials and a pair of antennae. Looking Mei-Lien straight in the eye, he slowly turned one of the dials. For several seconds, nothing seemed to be happening. A look of fear was frozen on Mei-Lien's features, but there was no evidence that Tanaka's device was having any effect on her body. However, this peaceful prelude was of short duration. Suddenly, Mei-Lien emitted a gasp as she drew her shoulders back and thrust her hips forward. Staring at her rigid torso, I could see a tremor in her lower belly. At first this tremor was barely visible, but it grew steadily more obvious as the seconds ticked by. The source of the tremor was deep inside, but, as its strength grew, more and more of her anatomy was involved. First her abdominal muscles clenched into a tight knot, and they were quickly joined by the muscles in her upper thighs and buttock.

Her reaction to the stimulation she was now receiving was very different from what it had been when the electrodes had been on the surface of her stomach. This time there was no frenzied bucking or attempt to escape. Instead, other than the rippling striations caused by the contraction of her abdominal and gluteal muscles, her body was rigidly still. However, this stillness could not be mistaken for tranquility. Beads of perspiration accumulated on her face and torso, and the pad on which she knelt was soon glistening with her sweat. In addition, the expression on her face was anything but placid. Her eyes were tightly shut, and she was releasing a continuous mewing sound between grit teeth.

``Mei-Lien is in the throes of intense uterine contraction. The tendons supporting her uterus are exerting enormous force on their moorings, both those attached to her uterus and those hitched to her abdominal cavity. In the process, her vagina has lengthened so that its grip on the probe is very firm. As a result, the stimulation of her so-called `G-spot' is greatly augmented. Nonetheless, she is under far too much strain to achieve orgasm, and so she is suspended in a state of unrelieved frustration. I will force her to remain in this state for another couple of minutes before giving her brief respite, but as soon as she has had a chance to regain her strength, I will put her back in contraction. Because she is young and fit, I should be able to make her repeat this cycle several times before she collapses.''

True to his word, Tanaka played Mei-Lien's body like a maestro. He turned off the stimulation just long enough to let her strength regenerate before reapplying it. Finally, after fifteen harrowing minutes, Mei-Lien's body could no longer respond. Seeing that she was totally depleted, Tanaka had his assistant release her wrists so that she could lie comfortably on her back. Although she no longer had any strength in her muscles, her need for sexual relief remained as strong as ever. Thus, even as she lay in a blissful state of semi-consciousness, he reactivated the probes, this time at a level intended to give unalloyed pleasure without the concomitant stress which he had imposed on her previously. Due to her exhaustion, her body was slow to respond, but with consummate skill Tanaka reignited the flame which had been consuming her. Soon her pelvis was rising and falling in preparation for orgasm, and shortly thereafter she achieved her goal. In contrast to the tumult which had preceded it, her orgasm was miraculously relaxed, but its peacefulness did nothing to detract from the satisfaction it gave her.