Amanda Learns about Shibari
by anon1940
Amanda has a body of which any woman would be
proud. Her compact, five and
a half foot frame is an intriguing study in contrast: simultaneously
athletically powerful and succulently feminine. Her body has the
sculpted
definition of someone who has exercised regularly, but, though visible,
her
musculature lies under a layer of padding whose texture only a woman's
hormones can produce. Her breasts are firm and set high on her chest,
but
they possess the generous contours which come with maturity and make
them
far more aesthetically pleasing than the relatively shapeless mounds of
a
adolescent. Indeed, every portion of her anatomy displays a delectable
mix
of strength and softness in a combination which most women seek but few
achieve.
Like many women whose bodies are the
object of admiration, Amanda enjoys
the attention which hers attracts. In fact, she the gratification which
she derives from the admiration of her body is often as great or
greater
than that she which finds in conventional sexual activity. The form of
admiration from which she gets the most pleasure is that which comes,
however begrudgingly, from other women. I suspect that the reason for
this
is that the admiration of other women is tinged with envy and that
their
envy appeals to some sadistic streak in Amanda's personality. For
whatever
the reason, I have often seen Amanda purposefully flaunt her attributes
in
the presence of her less fortunate members of her sex. She is
particularly
prone to take of advantage of occasions when her body is scantily clad,
and
her fitness club affords an ideal venue for this sort of
self-indulgence.
When I have accompanied Amanda to the club, I have noticed that she has
been far more aware of the covert stares of the other women than she is
of
the blatant ones which the men direct at her, and, among the women,
there
is one whose gaze she goes out of her way to attract. She is a young
woman
of Asian extraction. Although she is herself an exquisite example of
Oriental beauty, it is clear that she cannot help comparing her
slightly
boyish figure to Amanda's more luxurious curves, a comparison which she
feels favors Amanda.
Having been present several times when she was
making this comparison, I
became curious and sought an opportunity to satisfy my curiosity. That
opportunity came one day when she and I found ourselves waiting for the
same piece of exercise equipment. At the time, Amanda was lying some
distance away doing sit-ups, and both of us were watching in awe as
she,
seemingly without effort, raised and lowered her torso. Keeping my eyes
directed toward Amanda, I commented that the club was more crowded than
usual and expressed some annoyance at having to wait between machines.
Somewhat embarrassed to be talking to a male stranger while wearing
only a
leotard, initially she only nodded her agreement. However, after a
minute
of silence, she mustered sufficient courage to say that she did not
mind
waiting since it gave her the chance to watch what others were doing.
Although her English was fluent, her accent and demeanor left no doubt
about her origins: her mother tongue and her up-bring were unmistakably
Japanese. In the hope that it would afford me the opportunity to
continue
our conversation, when our apparatus became available, I urged her to
go
ahead of me. Seeing that she was having no trouble performing the
required
exercise, I tried again to draw her out by asking what and whom she
most
enjoyed watching. To my surprise, this time her response was immediate
and
graphic.
``I like best to watch that woman over there
who is doing sit-ups. I come
from Japan, and when I still lived there I used to take lessons in the
Japanese art of shibari. In case you do not already know, shibari is
the
art of tying the female body in various ways for the purpose of
displaying
it in an aesthetically pleasing manner. At the same time, when done
correctly, the bindings are strategically placed so that the knots
press
against erogenous zones, giving the bound woman pleasure not only from
the
knowledge that her body is being beautifully presented but also from
the
incessant stimulation of some of the more sexually arousing portions of
her
anatomy. The reason why I am telling you all this is that I enjoy
thinking
about binding that woman. Her body is ideally suited for shibari, and I
can tell that she likes putting her body on display. Thus, I believe
that
I could give her and myself enormous pleasure by introducing her to the
joys of displaying it while bound.''
Taken aback by her frankness, I
struggled to not allow my surprise prevent
me from acting on the implications implicit in her revelation. She
wanted
access to Amanda's body, and, having heard what she intended to do if
she
obtained it, I was most interested in having her succeed. After
explaining
that I was an intimate friend of the woman in question, I suggested
that
she accompany me over to the mat where Amanda was resting after
completing
her sit-ups. Acknowledging but confused by our presence, Amanda turned
to
me for an explanation. Confounded myself by the awkward situation which
I
had created, I was relieved that my companion did not share my
inability to cope and rescued me from my embarrassment.
``My name is Yoko, and, as I told
your friend, I have been admiring your
body for a long time. You are undoubtedly aware of your physical
attributes, but I have been wondering whether you would be interested
in
having those attributes highlighted by techniques with which you are
unfamiliar. To be precise, I have been trained in the art of shibari,
and
I would like to practice that art on your body. I have given your
friend a brief account of what shibari is, and you can learn more
details
by searching the internet. Before agreeing to my proposal, I want you
to
know enough to make an informed decision. Shibari is not for everyone,
but
for those who accept its demands, it can be a wonderful and profound
experience. I will leave my telephone number for you at the front desk,
and you should call me if you decide that you would like to try the
experience which I can offer you.''
Having said her piece, Yoko
departed, leaving Amanda and me in a
dumbfounded state of shock. Both of us are open minded and accustomed
to
frank talk about our bodies and sex. However, neither of us was
prepared to
ever receive such an unveiled invitation to indulge our sexual
fantasies,
especially not from someone whose face and figure could be mistaken for
those of a child. I was not at all sure how Amanda would react to
Yoko's
proposal. My own reaction was one of enthusiasm. I had often thought
that
I would enjoy watching while Amanda's body was being controlled by
another
woman. The scene which I liked to imagine would be one in which Amanda
would be suspended in a state of pure sexual excitement from which she
could expect no relief, at least not relief via any of the means to
which
she is accustomed. My thinking was that another woman would be more
likely
to induce such a state than I, or any other man. No man knows the
female
anatomy as well as a woman does, and, when dealing with that anatomy,
his own gratification is paramount in every man's mind. Thus, another
woman
would work with a combination of knowledge and disinterest which a man
could not. Added to that, Yoko seemed to be ideally qualified for the
job. As she had made clear, she was fascinated by Amanda's body and its
possibilities. In addition, she had special training which had taught
her
how to enhance Amanda's experience with techniques of which most other
women would be ignorant.
Of course, it was Amanda's decision to
make, and I did not want to
interfere in her making up her mind about such a personal matter. Thus,
aside from helping her locate some websites where she could learn about
shibari, I did not raise the topic. Nonetheless, it was clear to me
that
she was devoting a great deal of time to thinking about the
implications of
accepting Yoko's proposal. Her research on the web had taught her that
acceptance meant that she have to relinquish control over her own body
to
someone whose primary interest was in her body as an aesthetic, not
sexual, object. Of course, it was obvious from the pictures she had
seen on the
web that there is a strong sexual component to shibari and that both
the
practitioner and the person being bound can derive intense sensual
pleasure
from what they are doing. In addition, Amanda recognized that shibari
would afford her the opportunity to have her body displayed in new and
different ways, and she had always seized on such opportunities. Thus,
the
only serious source of her hesitation was her reluctance to allow
another
person exercise total mastery over her body and, indirectly, over her
emotions, and the fact that that other person would be another woman
did
nothing to assuage her concern. On the contrary, it exacerbated it.
Amanda was
accustomed to other women being awed by her body, and so having her
body
dominated by another woman would entail a reversal of roles for which
she
was not at all sure she was ready.
For more than a week, Amanda grappled with her
ambivalence about calling
Yoko. However, the frequency with which she returned to the pictures
and
descriptions which she found on the internet made it obvious to me that
she
was too intrigued to simply dismiss Yoko's proposal. Therefore, I was
not
too surprised when, before a second week had passed, she told me that
she had
called Yoko and that we were scheduled to be at Yoko's house the
following
evening. Pleased to have been included but uncertain about my role, I
readily agreed to go and inquired what I was expected to once I got
there.
Smiling, Amanda answered,
``You are to be my chaperon.''
Yoko's house turned out to be a modest
frame building surrounded by similar
dwellings in what was once a working class neighborhood which had
become
popular among the students attending a nearby university. The contrast
between the drab housing and the splendor of Yoko in her bright red
kimono
when she opened the door was stunning. Yoko had obviously paid a lot of
attention to her appearance in preparation for our visit. Not only had
she
chosen her kimono with exquisite taste, but she had taken great care
with
rest of her toilet. Particularly lovely was the long, thick pigtail
into
which she had plaited her abundant black hair. The pigtail emerged from
the right side of her head and hung like a decorative sash over her
shoulder
and down her svelte front. With her hair drawn to one side, her oval
face,
and especially her prominent Asian cheek bones and startlingly black
eyes
shining beneath dark eyebrows, were presented a striking manner.
After bowing to us, Yoko asked us to
first remove our shoes before leading
us into her living room, where the only furniture was a low table
sitting
on a tatami mat. Once we were there, Yoko turned to us and, without
further ado, began unbuttoning Amanda's blouse while explaining the
program
which she had in mind.
``Since this is your first experience of
shibari, I thought that I should
begin with a relatively mild form of binding that we Japanese call
``shinju.'' Shinju, which means ``the pearls'' in Japanese, involves
the
binding of your breasts in what is essentially a rope brassiere which
supports the breasts without hiding them. As you will discover, the
pressure of the rope around your breasts produces a subtle stimulation
which, as time passes, will cause them to swell and become highly
sensitive. In response, your nipples, which are ``the pearls'' referred
to
in name shinju, will grow fuller and more rigid than they ever have
before,
causing you a delicious mixture of pleasure and frustration while
providing your
friend and me the opportunity to enjoy the aesthetic manifestation of
your
body's excitation. Your frustration will come from your inability to
relieve the tantalizing tingling which your breasts and nipples will
experience. You will be prevented from doing so because, besides your
breasts, your arms will bound. At first you will be annoyed by the loss
of
your freedom, but I think that you will soon learn to accept and even
enjoy
it, and when I convinced that you have become reconciled to your state,
I
will introduce you to more demanding forms of shibari.''
By the time that she finished her
explanation, Yoko had removed Amanda's
blouse and bra, leaving her bare from the waist up. Presumably
responding
to the description Yoko had given of the fate about to befall them,
Amanda's nipples were already erect and became more so when Yoko,
clearly
impressed by the treasures she had just exposed, ran an appreciative
finger
over their tips. Impressed Yoko may have been, but not awed. Taking
Amanda by the shoulders, Yoko turned her around and instructed her to
cross
her arms behind her back with each hand clasping the opposite arm at
the
elbow. Then, with remarkable speed, Yoko wrapped a rope along the
entire
length of Amanda's forearms, thereby locking them rigidly in place.
When
Yoko turned Amanda back around so that she was facing us, I was struck
by
the way in which the position of her arms already thrust her breasts
forward into exaggerated prominence. But Yoko was not done. Taking a
second piece of rope, she circled Amanda with three tightly spaced
loops
which ran across her chest just at the level where the upper slope of
Amanda's breasts emerge and captured her arms just below her biceps.
This
piece of rope was immediately followed by a third, which Yoko carefully
positioned so that it would lie in the crease just beneath Amanda's
breasts. After studying her work with a critical eye, Yoko made a few
refinements, all of which were clearly intended to adjust the pressure
which the ropes were exerting, paying particular attention to those
places
where they came in contact with Amanda's breasts.
Once Yoko was satisfied, she
stepped back and reverted to her role as a
proper Japanese hostess. Bowing, she invited us to sit down and let her
serve us in a traditional tea ceremony. Taken aback by her suggestion
but
seeing no way to refuse, I lowered myself to a cross legged sitting
position next to the table. However, with her arms unavailable to her,
Amanda could not follow suit and remained standing with a perplexed
look on
her face. Seeing Amanda's quandary, Yoko immediately came to her
rescue, saying
``Please excuse my impoliteness. Of
course you cannot seat yourself and,
when the tea arrives, you will not be able to drink it without
assistance.
You are now dependent on me for even the most rudimentary chores, and
the
scope and depth of your dependence will only increase as the evening
progresses. Thus, I will help you seat yourself and, when I bring the
tea,
will bring the cup to your lips so that you can partake of the tea
ceremony. However, before seating you, I think that I should remove the
rest of your clothes. They can only impede your limited movements and
later would interfere with what I have planned.''
Acting as if it were the
most conventional service that a hostess could
perform for one of her guests, Yoko sank to her knees and divested
Amanda
of the rest of her clothes: skirt, panties, and finally socks. Rising,
she
went behind the now naked Amanda, clasped her arms around Amanda's
waist,
and gently lowered Amanda to the floor. Yoko moved so swiftly that she
left Amanda no time to object. However, once she was seated, Amanda
looked
on the verge of rebellion. For one thing, she was thoroughly humiliated
by
her own helplessness, a humiliation which was augmented by Yoko
condescending manner of dealing with her predicament. Secondly, seated,
Amanda was much more acutely aware of her bindings. Although she had
made
them snug, Yoko had not tied any of the ropes very tight, and so, as
long as
Amanda was standing, they rested on but did dig into her flesh.
However,
seated, her body lost some of the tone which it had when erect, with
the
consequence that the ropes asserted their presence with greater
authority,
particularly those holding her breasts. Whereas they had grazed against
her breasts as long as she was standing, the constriction caused by
those
ropes now forced her breasts to bulge slightly at their sides and to
rest
more heavily on the rope beneath them. Thus, her vanity as well as her
sense of amour-propre were offended. Conscious of but undeterred by
Amanda's obvious anger, Yoko once again knelt before Amanda and
delivered
another brief lecture.
``Amanda, I know that I have
offended you and that you are angry about the
state in which you find yourself. You are a proud woman who resents not
being in control. On the other hand, of your own free will, you
submitted
yourself to me. You had plenty of time to consider what you were doing
and
ample information on which to base your decision. Having made your
decision, you should now have sufficient pride to abide by it. Nothing
I
do to your body will cause any damage. You will experience some mild
discomfort, but that discomfort will be more than compensated by the
pleasure which I can give you if you allow yourself to accept my
mastery
over your body. While I am preparing our tea, try to concentrate on the
transformations which your breasts will be undergoing. Watch them swell
in
their confinement, appreciate the ruddy color which they acquire, and
see
how your aereolae and nipples bloom. You have a beautiful body, and I
can
make you appreciate it in ways which you have never imagined.''
I was afraid that Yoko's
words would only inflame Amanda's anger, but I was
wrong. Instead, Amanda appeared to be mollified by them. The signs of
anger receded from her face, and her body relaxed, at least in so far
as
the ropes permitted relaxation. Lowering her head, she followed Yoko's
advise to watch her breasts respond to their new ``brassiere.'' Even
though they had been bound for only a few minutes, her breasts had
definitely expanded so that the bands encasing them had started to
disappear into her flesh. At the same time, her aereolae had spread so
that
they looked twice their normal size. But most dramatic was the growth
of
her nipples, which had become more turgidly erect and grown fuller than
I
had ever seen them before. As Yoko had predicted, it was obvious that
Amanda was intrigued by these changes. In addition, I could tell that
she
was experiencing the tingling sensation which Yoko had mentioned, and
she
registered her resulting frustration and excitement by rocking on her
pelvis and flexing the muscles in the vicinity of her groin.
When Yoko returned carrying a tray
with our tea, she first placed my cup on
the table next to me and then she resumed her kneeling position in
front of
Amanda. Moving with consummate grace, she clasped Amanda's cup in her
both
hands and lifted it to Amanda's lips. After Amanda had taken a few
swallows, Yoko lowered the cup and placed it on the table before
placing
her hands in her lap. Without altering her servile posture, Yoko
examined
the orbs whose rampant nipples quivered only inch from her nose.
Pleased by their progress, Yoko raised her hands from her lap and
cupped
them around the lower portion of Amanda's swollen breasts.
``I see that we have both done our
work well. I created the catalyst, and
your body produced the reaction. Your breasts look like those of a
nursing
mother who is in need of suckling. Of course, it is not milk with which
they are filling, but the sensation caused by my ropes is akin to that
which a mother experiences. Not all breasts are beautiful when
performing
in this way, and you should take pride in the fact that yours are. Keep
your eyes on them while I complete the process that my ropes began.''
Twisting her hands so
that her thumbs rested on the tips of Amanda's
nipples, Yoko slowly bent those distended stalks back and forth. I had
thought that Amanda's nipples had already reached their maximum size,
but
under Yoko's tutelage they continued to grow. Amanda endured this
insidious teasing in silence. Even when, after several minutes, tears
appeared in her eyes, she never attempted to escape Yoko's thumbs, and,
in
fact, seemed to be shifting her upper body in ways which would give
Yoko
better access to her target. Finally, when Yoko was convinced that she
had
given Amanda's breasts the full benefit that this exercise could
provide
them, she withdrew her hands and sat back on her heels to view her
handiwork. Seated in this manner, Yoko looked the ideal of a perfect
Japanese hostess whose only concern was the comfort of her guest.
Nonetheless, in spite of her composed features and her expressions of
admiration for Amanda's breasts, I suspected that her admiration was
tinged
with jealousy when she compared the body before her to her own.
Having given Amanda time to
recover a little from the sweet torment to
which she had been subjected, Yoko rose to her feet and then helped
Amanda
to hers. Displaying the same expertise as she had when she tied them,
Yoko
quickly divested Amanda of the ropes in which she had spent the last
half
hour. Not surprisingly, the memory of the ropes was imprinted on her
flesh,
and her breasts and nipples showed no sign of returning to their normal
size. Ignoring these vestiges of Amanda's first experience with
shibari,
Yoko launched into an explanation to her second.
``Shinju focuses your attention on
your breasts, but breasts are not the
only portion of the female anatomy whose responsiveness can be enhanced
by
the application of ropes. Indeed, even more susceptible to the joys of
binding are the erogenous zones in your groin. The form of shibari
which
deals with this region is known as ``sakuranbo,'' which translates into
English as
``the peach.'' Although sakuranbo often involves suspension, suspension
is
neither essential nor appropriate for a novice like you. Instead, in
order
to not distract you by introducing too many unfamiliar experiences at
once,
I am going to employ a technique which will enable you to concentrate
on
the highly sensual aspects of what is being done to you.''
Yoko began Amanda's second binding
by cinching her waist. Amanda's waist
is normally about twenty four inches, but Yoko's rope trimmed at least
three of those inches, forcing Amanda's belly to bulge out beneath.
Moving
in front Amanda, Yoko used a finger under the rope and a hand on
Amanda's
belly to mold Amanda's stomach into an attractively rounded bowl whose
gentle contour was in stark contrast to the severely constricted band
around her waist. After asking Amanda to spread her legs a little, Yoko
moved so that she faced Amanda's right side. Once there, Yoko inserted
a
second rope through the rope cinching Amanda's waist, drew this rope
over
Amanda's protruding tummy and through her spread legs, threaded through
waist rope in back, drew it back through Amanda's legs, and reinserted
in
front through the rope circumscribing Amanda's waist. Stepping behind
Amanda, Yoko anchored one end of the second rope to the first with a
knot
which lay in the hallow of Amanda's spine. Then, moving back in front
and
going down on her knees, Yoko slowly took the slack out of the rope
between
Amanda's legs, carefully guiding the two strands so that they would lie
on
either side of Amanda's vulva. When she was satisfied that they were
positioned to exert pressure simultaneously on the tendons in Amanda's
groin and the outer sides of her labia, Yoko secured the rope in place
with
a large knot which she placed so that it was nestled in and would
press against Amanda's navel.
Standing up, Yoko went behind Amanda,
gathered Amanda's hair, and plaited
it into a pigtail which hung down the center of her back. After
securing
the pigtail with a sturdy elastic band, Yoko told Amanda to place her
hands
behind head. With a new rope, Yoko first bound Amanda's wrists with one
end and then ran the other end down her back and through the rope
around
her waist. She next pulled the rope tight, forcing Amanda's arms up so
that her elbows formed little spires on either side of her head and her
hands rested between her shoulder blades. As a result, Amanda's breast
were drawn high on her chest, flattening them slightly but allowing
them to
maintain their pleasingly full shape. At the same time, Amanda's
armpits
were brought into prominence, exposing the wonderfully soft flesh of
her
underarms while displaying the well developed her upper arms and lap
muscles. Still standing behind Amanda, Yoko raised her hands to the
shallow hallows of Amanda's armpits and began stroking the satiny skin
there.
``Westerners seldom appreciate the
erotic potential of the female armpit.
Nowhere on the body is the skin as soft and sensitive as it is in these
charming recesses. Once I have completed the sakuranbo tie which I have
designed for you, I will return to this area and teach you something
about
the pleasure which you can derive from it. However, there is one more
rope
which I have to put in place. I am afraid that you may object that its
installation will require me to take considerable liberties with the
most
intimate part of your anatomy, but I think that in the end you will
find
that the eventual pleasure which you receive will be ample reward for
the
temporary indignity which I will impose on you.''
Once again kneeling in front
of Amanda, Yoko attached a thin piece of silken
cord to rope at her waist and pulled it snug along the center-line of
Amanda's swollen belly. She then made a precise measurement of the
length
between its point of attachment and the apex of Amanda's mons before
tying
a double knot. If Amanda had any doubts about Yoko's intent, they were
dispelled when Yoko prised open her labia and embedded the silken cord
in the narrow channel created by the ropes which she had installed
earlier.
Moving to Amanda's rear, Yoko drew the cord between the crease
separating
Amanda's ass cheeks, again pausing to make a second double knot at the
spot
where the cord would pass over Amanda's anus before pulling the cord
taut
and checking that the knots were correctly positioned, one pressing
against
Amanda's clitoris and the other burrowed in her anus. Finally, Yoko
grabbed Amanda's pigtail and drew Amanda's head back before weaving the
cord into the pigtail and tying it there.
Clasping Amanda's body from
behind, Yoko guided Amanda's trussed body first
into a kneeling position on the tatami mat and then coaxed her legs
further
and further apart until Amanda was sitting on her haunches with her
folded
legs splayed out on either side. In the process, the cord bisecting
Amanda's crotch was drawn even tighter, completely disappearing from
the
point where it crossed over her mons to the point where it re-emerged
from
between her buttock. Watching Amanda squirm in an attempt to
accommodate
the ropes binding her abdomen and the cord invading her vulva, it was
not
clear to me whether she was yet ready to agree with Yoko's claim that
her
reward compensated for her travail. Forced by the position of her head
to
stare at the ceiling, she had opened her mouth to facilitate her
labored
breathing and, intermittently, give voice to her frustration.
Nonetheless,
in spite of her considerable discomfort, it was obvious that Yoko's art
was
having the desired effect. Amanda's nipples stood out rigidly from her
upturned breasts, and the silvery coating accumulating along the
passage
into which the cord had disappeared gave undeniable evidence of her
arousal.
Kneeling directly behind Amanda,
Yoko resumed her stroking of Amanda's
armpits and underarms. At first her touch was tantalizingly ephemeral,
but
as she warmed to her task, she began probing the intricate network of
tendons and ducts beneath the surface. In addition, she began visiting
neighboring regions, slowly working her way toward the succulent flesh
on
the sides of Amanda's breasts. From my vantage point, the scene before
me
looked like a highly erotic solo cello concert, with Yoko being the
cellist
and Amanda being instrument on which she was playing. This image was
reinforced when Yoko rocked Amanda's body back so that her shoulder
rested
against Yoko's chest and her head lay in the crook between Yoko's
shoulder
and neck. By this time, there was no question that Yoko had vindicated
her
prediction. Amanda was totally consumed by the sensations which Yoko
and
her ropes were evoking. A look of ectasy was written on her face as she
twisted her hips and pelvis in an unmistakable and thoroughly
uninhibited
attempt to use the strategically placed knots to masterbate.
Presumably because of her severely
restricted mobility, Amanda took a
surprisingly long time to bring herself to orgasm. Throughout her
struggle
to reach her climax, she provided me with a continuously evolving,
wonderfully sensual display of the female body performing at its peak,
reaching a magnificent crescendo when she finally achieved her goal.
After
the last wave of her orgasm had swept over her, a thoroughly drained
Amanda slumped against Yoko's body where she remained while Yoko
quickly removed
the ropes which had played a critical role in her recent education.
After Amanda had recovered
sufficiently to dress and prepare to leave, Yoko
escorted us to the door. Before opening it, she turned toward us and
said,
``Amanda, I think that you should know
that yours has not been the only
body which has been under duress during your visit. Mine has too.''
Then, raising her hands to her collar,
Yoko opened her kimono to reveal her
slim body beneath. Crisscrossing her chest was a complicated network of
ropes which molded her small breasts and squeezed them into pert mounds
crowned by fully erect, dark nipples. Below this network was a second,
not
unlike the one which had just been removed from Amanda's lower body. In
particular, it was clear that, throughout our visit, a cord had been
embedded in Yoko crotch, and I could easily imagine the sensations that
cord produced as Yoko played her role.
After giving us time to absorb the sight
before us, Yoko closed her kimono,
opened the door, and bade us goodby, saying
``I hope that this will not be your only
visit. Amanda is an apt pupil who
can profit from the many things which I can teach her.''