Molding Amanda's Tummy

                       by anon1940

My proposal to Amanda was simple: because it would give pleasure to
both of us, the two of us should cooperate in a program which would
result in a subtle, but real, transformation of her body.

Amanda's body was already very pleasing.  Because she has a rather small,
compact frame, her body has the enticing charm of a fruit in danger of
passing from ripe to overripe.  Thus, the appropriate adjective to
describe her figure is ``succulent,'' not svelte.  In fact, it is only
because she is willing to discipline herself that she is able to present
the world with a clearly defined waistline above a belly which is firm but
more rounded than flat.  The discipline involves constant vigilance to
both her diet and her posture.

For my tastes, Amanda's body type is more appealing than either the bony,
emaciated or the bulky, Amazonian female bodies which dominate our media.
Besides its soft femininity, I enjoy knowing that Amanda experiences a small
but definite sense of tension deriving from her need to monitor her body
lest its attractive roundness lose out to a less than attractive flabbiness,
and I have devised various games which allow us to exacerbate and enjoy
that tension.

For example, one of our favorite games is to have Amanda
stand naked in front of a wall mirror while I, standing close behind
her, massage her relaxed tummy with one hand and tease her breasts with the
other.  Of her own volition, Amanda responds by reaching her arms over her
head, which she rests on my shoulder, to place her hands behind my neck.
The effect on her body is to stretch it taut so that her abdominal muscles
are distinctly palpable through the soft fleshy padding which covers them.
After a while, my massaging hand starts to apply more pressure, and what
begins as a gentle rubbing evolves into a rather strong kneading of the
muscles to which her position has afforded me ready access.  At first,
Amanda's natural reaction is to protect her tummy by tightening her muscles,
thereby letting my fingers dent her soft flesh but preventing them from
penetrating into the muscles themselves.  However, because it causes the
surface of her stomach to bear the full brunt of my probing, she soon
abandons her initial tactic in favor of a compromise in which her stomach
muscles become malleable without losing their tone.  The result is lovely.
Namely, my fingers now can penetrate into the lower strata of her muscles,
which  arrange themselves into flexible sheets which can be prized
apart but not deformed.

Of course, I can only surmise what sensations Amanda experiences while I
knead.  On the one hand, from the sensual way that her body writhes as I
probe, I know that the sensations are intense to the point of being
painful.  On the other hand, her complicity in what we are doing makes me
believe that she is deriving real pleasure from the game in which she is a
willing participant.  Indeed, her writhing represents an acquiescence with
rather than an escape from what is happening to her body.  To wit, she
never attempts to move her tummy out of harm's way but instead seems 
only to be making sure that all facets of her stomach muscles receive their fair
share of attention.  In particular, she is always careful that, at some point,
she presents me with the most intimate part of her stomach: her belly
button.  The musculature which surrounds the navel is a thing of beauty.
Suddenly, the planar surface of muscle is interrupted to accommodate the
dip left by our prenatal past.  In order to accomplish this, the muscles
form a delicate cup which seems to invite penetration.  As anyone who has
tested his own navel can vouch, it is not always easy to bear the
consequences of this invitation being accepted.  Indeed, having a finger
delve into ones navel and then explore its environs can be an excruciating
experience in which ones whole body becomes involved.  Thus, if Amanda were
not getting pleasure from my manipulation of her stomach muscles, it is
impossible to believe that she would take such care that I include a
protracted and thorough manipulation of her navel each time that she
presents her belly to me.

Returning to my proposition, what I suggested to Amanda is that we embark on
a program which would be specifically devised to enhance the pleasure which
we both derive from our time spent exploring and manipulating her tummy.  With
this in mind, I asked if she would be interested in having us plan an
exercise regimen to strengthen her abdominal muscles in a way that would
increase our mutual pleasure in them.  I had no desire to turn my
succulent Amanda into either a stringy clone of Twiggy or a wrestling partner
for Tarzan.  Instead, my goal was to augment, in a mutually exciting way,
the assets which Amanda already possessed.

Her hesitation before accepting my proposal was understandable.  She had
already experienced the intensity, bordering on pain, of having me work on
her tummy, and so it was not immediately clear to her whether she should
agree to increase the exposure of her abdomen to my sometimes less than
tender mercies.  I interpret her eventual acceptance as additional
corroboration that our pleasure is indeed mutual.  This interpretation is
further substantiated by the fact that her acceptance came without coercion
and after, rather than before, she learned the details about what I had in
mind.

I explained to Amanda that it was my intention to exercise her stomach in a way
which would increase its strength but not diminish its roundness.   In addition,
it was my intention that her abdomen should become more, not less,
sensitive to my proddings.  More precisely, I wanted the exercises themselves
to tire her muscles and leave them sore enough that she would be aware of
them even when they were not being prodded or exercised.  In short, I made
it clear that, by slowly but steadily increasing the demands which we would
make on her muscles, I hoped that her abdomen would become, at least for a
while, a part of her anatomy which she would find difficult to ignore.

Because we were both aware that it at times would require considerable
discipline and some courage for her to accept the rigors to which we would
be subjecting her tummy, I thought it important that we figure out ways to
mitigate the drudgery of the exercises themselves.  In the end, we arrived
at two basic plans, each of which would admit sufficient variation to
prevent it from becoming dull.  The first plan was to introduce a certain
amount of ritual into her regimen.  With this in mind, we agreed that, upon
returning home in the evening, Amanda should pamper her body.  She should
begin by taking a protracted warm bath in which she could relax from her
day at the office and soothe those of her muscles which were suffering
residual soreness resulting from the exercises they had been made to do on
the previous day.  Further, with the help of bath oils during and body
lotions and powder following her bath, this should be a time for her to
bask in narcissistic reverie of her body.  At the same time, I was
confident that she would find excitement in the knowledge that soon the
oils and powder in which she had lavished her body would be mixed with her
own sweat and that the soreness which she had relieved during her bath
would be renewed, and sometimes increased, by the exercises in which we
would soon force them to engage.  Indeed, I knew that she would appreciate
the irony of pampering her body in order that it be primed to more fully
experience the demands about to be made upon it.

When she had finished with her bath, she was to put her now warm and
fragrant naked self into a clean leotard.  The leotard was to be made of a
soft material which would cling to but not alter her natural shape.
Further, the leotard was to be the sort which wraps around the midriff and
is held to the body by a couple of cloth stings: one around the waist and
the other tied in a bow behind the neck.  Finally, the leotard was to be
cut so that the pleasing softness of her breasts and roundness of her tummy
would be clearly visible.  Once she was in her leotard, her only obligation
before my arrival was to keep her muscles warm and relaxed in anticipation
of what lay ahead for them.  During this period, she was free to read, nap,
listen to music or do anything else which might suit her fancy.  However, I
hoped that while she waited for my return, she would occasionally press on
or tighten her stomach muscles in order to gauge just how hard it would be
for her to bear the resumption of their ordeal, about whose rigor she would
by then have no doubt.

I say ``ordeal'' and emphasize her lack of doubt about its rigor because,
from the very beginning, I wanted to impress on Amanda that, although I
wished her to derive pleasure from her exercise program and have it allied
in her mind to our sessions before the mirror, I wanted it to be a pleasure
which arose from a distinctly different relationship to both her own body
and to me.  Namely, while her muscles were being made to work, I wanted her
to think, at least metaphorically, of both her body and me as the enemy:
her body because it was causing her pain, and me because my role was to
make sure that she would continue to endure that pain past the point at
which she would have stopped if I were not there.  In order to produce this
state of mind in her, I insisted that throughout her exercise sessions I,
not she, would be in charge of determining exactly how much stress her
stomach muscles would be made to absorb.  Of course, I allowed, and even
encouraged, her to communicate to me what her body was communicating to
her.  On the other hand, it was understood that, even when her discomfort
was extreme, only I who would decide when she would be allowed to desist.
When exercising muscles, especially muscles which are already sore, there
is a pain threshold past which it is difficult to push oneself.
Nonetheless, as Amanda already knew from the time she had spent with my
fingers probing her navel, there is a second, higher, threshold past which
the sort of pain which we were planning for her undergoes a transformation
and becomes a subtle aphrodisiac.  Amanda was already well acquainted with
this aphrodisiac and both knew and was willing to pay the price for
attaining it.

The second of our strategies for preventing Amanda's exercise program from
becoming dull was the establishment of an ultimate goal toward which her
efforts would be directed.  On the one hand, we wanted to be sure that the
goal was realistic.  On the other hand, we wanted to be certain that it
could not be reached with ease.  After some research, we found what we
wanted in an advertisement.  The advertisement depicted a girl who was
literally hanging upside down while performing abdominal curls.  The device
which kept her suspended was a horizontal bar to which she was attached via
a pair of specially constructed, well padded leg braces.  Exactly how she
could have gotten onto the bar was unclear, but no explanation was required
of the purpose for which she had been hung there.  Indeed, even though the
model in the picture had been carefully selected for the strength of her
body, her face clearly reflected the intense strain which she was
experiencing.  Extrapolating from our own experiences with abdominal curls
while lying on the floor, Amanda and I could easily imagine the difficulty
of performing them while hanging vertically upside down.  In fact, we knew
that it would be possible for Amanda to do so only after she had undergone
a lengthy and concerted training regimen.  Thus, after a brief discussion,
we decided that emulation of the model in the advertisement would be the
ultimate goal which we set for Amanda.

In order to have the goal be an integral part of Amanda's routine well
before it would be attainable, we immediately bought the requisite bar and
braces.  In addition, I decided that, from the outset, Amanda should do her
exercises while attached to the bar.  For one thing, I knew that this would
help her keep her goal in view.  Secondly, it was clear that we could
easily invent a variety of quickly achievable but interesting
approximations to the ultimate goal which we had set for her.  Thus, on the
very first day when I arrived home and found Amanda waiting, lovely and
fragrant in her leotard, I had to figure out exactly how I was going to get
her attached to the bar.  Amanda is small, but she is neither sufficiently
light nor I sufficiently strong for me to simply hoist her onto the bar by
like a trussed chicken.  The solution at which I arrived sounds a little
crude, but it sufficed.  First I attached the bar inside a solid door frame
at slightly over Amanda's height.  Second, I moved a high backed chair so
that its back was directly under the bar.  Third, I placed several firm
pillows on top of a sturdy footstool, which I then moved so that it was
touching the seat of the chair.  Finally, I had Amanda climb up onto the
precarious perch provided by the back of the chair and the pillows on the
footstool.  With her hips resting on the chair-back and her shoulder blades
on the pillows, I was able to first lift her legs the extra inch or two
needed to get the clamps on her braces over the bar and to then lower her
body again until her hips returned to the back of the chair.

Once her legs were connected to the bar, Amanda's perch became much more
stable.  At the same time, it became obvious to her that just to remain in
her present position would be trying and could easily be made quite
demanding.  For example, although her shoulders and hips were supported,
nothing in between was.  Also, there was nothing under her head, and so she
had to either to raise it, so that it would be in the same plane as her
shoulders, or let it dangle off the edge of the pillows.  Similarly, she
was confronted with the analogous problem about what to do with her arms.
Realizing that the solution to these problems could provide the initial
stage of her training, I told Amanda that, until I said she could let it
drop, she was to keep her head up high enough for her to see her belly and
that her arms were to be kept snug against her sides.

Although I knew that these instructions would force her to work her stomach
muscles, I was not sure exactly where or how hard she would have to work
them.  In addition, I wanted Amanda to know that I was not her
disinterested drill sergeant, but someone whose hope was that her efforts
would give us both pleasure.  Thus, shortly after I had her assume her
pose, I ran my hands over her tummy to determine exactly which muscles were
involved and how hard they were working.  I was pleased find that it was
the muscles in her lower belly which were under the greatest strain.  A
prominent ridge of tight muscles ran from the lowest point of her pelvis,
past her navel, and up to her diaphragm.  By pressing against the sides of
this ridge, I could make out some of the individual muscle groups which she
was using, and I began to massage these both to let her know that I was
enjoying their effort and to increase her own awareness them.  As my
fingers probed and rubbed her muscles, a brave, if somewhat pained, smile
appeared on her face.  However, after several minutes her smile was
replaced by a look of concern, signalling that she was fast approaching the
threshold at which, if I were not in command, she would stop.  Indeed, in a
slightly husky voice, she asked me when I would allow her to rest.  Having
spent some time considering what criteria to apply in deciding when I would
grant her respite, I explained to Amanda that it would be her own muscles,
not I, who would determine just how long they would be made to persist and
that I would relent only when I could feel that her muscles were on the
verge of exhaustion.

As the expression on her face left no doubt, my words offered her no
comfort.  For this reason, I told her that, although I intended to be
rigorous, I promised do my best to recompense her for her travail with as
much pleasure as possible.  To substantiate this promise, I reached behind
her back, undid the string which held the middle panel of her leotard
closed, and bared to both of us her already trembling tummy.  Even though
I, and even more she, already knew that her muscles were hard at work, what
we saw when I bared her tummy came as a surprise to both of us.  In
particular, we had not realized just how prominent the muscles of her
abdomen had become.  The ridge which I had palpated earlier had become a
clearly defined bulge which narrowed as it approached her mons and was
widest in the vicinity of her belly button.  At the same time, we were both
fascinated by the way the trembling of her muscles caused her belly button
to change shape as different muscle groups became exhausted.  With the hope
that it would accentuate this intriguing phenomenon, I commenced a gentle
but firm massage, concentrating on the region around her belly button.
Obviously, the sensation which my finger now produced was more intense than
Amanda had experienced in our sessions before the mirror.  For one thing,
Amanda's tummy was already under considerable duress, which meant there was
essentially no way for her to adjust her muscles to ease their
accommodation of my finger.  Secondly, as distinguished from our earlier
games, in this game she had explicitly relinquished control to me.  As I
had hoped, in spite their increasing her discomfort, these differences
enhanced rather than diminished the intensity with which she responded to
what was happening to her body.  In fact, for at least five minutes, Amanda
closed her eyes and performed a wonderfully sensual horizontal dance in
which her hips undulated while, except for its ever increasing trembling,
her belly remained fixed with my finger embedded deep in her navel.

However, in the end, her muscles became exhausted and, as my finger, which
by then was more than an inch below the rim surrounding her belly button,
told me, they could stand no more.  As soon as this threshold was reached,
I withdrew my finger, went over to the footstool, and cradled her head in
my hands.  Although her relief was immediate, her chest continued to heave
and her sweat continued to flow, and so I knew that it would take some time
for her to fully recover.  Therefore I readjusted her pillows to
accommodate both her head as well as shoulders and went to fetch a towel
with which to dry her damp body.

In the short time that it took me to get the towel, Amanda's breathing had
returned to normal and her mind had started to drift into that lovely state
of lassitude which over-exertion often evokes.  As the first step in a plan
to make sure she would feel amply rewarded for the travail which she had
just born, I carefully removed the remaining string holding her leotard,
thereby exposing the rest of her torso to our gaze.  I say ``our'' gaze
because, in some sense, Amanda was still a little confused about exactly
whose body she was looking at.  After all, she had relinquished its control
to me, and both of us had cooperated in denying it the relief for which it
craved.  Under the circumstances, it is not surprising that she should look
upon her body with a fascination nearly equal to my own.  What met our gaze
was a striking version of the familiar hills and valleys of Amanda's
breasts and abdomen.  Its most striking feature was the color of her skin.
Namely, its usual pleasing pinkness had transformed and acquired a rather
mottled but attractive ruddy hue.  This change was most pronounced on her
lower belly.  However, with decreasing intensity, it extended up all the
way to her throat, making her breasts even more enticing than usual and her
nipples a richer color than I had ever seen them before.  From the look in
her eyes, I could tell that she was pleased with the effect, and I know
that I was.  Thus, it was an enormous, mutually enjoyed relief when I
reached for her breasts and began caressing them.  As my attention to her
breasts continued, Amanda's lassitude was replaced by an increasing
excitement, and, after completing the disrobing which I had started, I was
able to bring her to a well deserved orgasm.  The fact that she was still
partially suspended did nothing to diminish the experience for either of
us.

It is one thing to submit to something painful once, it is quite another to
continue submitting, even if the pain is mitigated by enormously satisfying
erotic pleasure.  Thus, I have no doubt that Amanda's ambivalence increased
daily as she prepared herself for her stint on the bar.  In order to
prevent her from becoming sour, I took every opportunity to bolster her
morale.  In particular, to increase the importance of her body in her own
mind, I bought her a variety of new bath oils, powders, and leotards; and
to let her know how important her body was to me, before proceeding to her
exercises, I insisted on inspecting her body to make sure that she was
being careful to keep her legs and armpits smooth and free of hair.
Besides the pleasure which we both derived from these luxuries and
intimacies, I think that they helped Amanda never doubt that, in spite of
the suffering to which we were subjecting it, her body remained something
for which we both had enormous respect.

Another method I employed to keep her interest high was to make frequent,
if only minor, variations in her preparations.  For instance, I would
sometimes ask her to be sure that her nipples would be clearly visible
through her leotard when I arrived home the following day.  Because my time
of arrival was uncertain, this meant that she might have to keep her
nipples excited for as much as an hour or more.  In order to make this
easier for her, I bought her a pair of little suction cups which, when
placed on her nipples, would impart a mild but constant stimulus which was
sufficient to keep them pleasingly plump.  I believe that the pleasure
which she derived from this attention to her breasts was made more
interesting by the knowledge that her erect nipples would be refused full
satisfaction until her stomach muscles had won it for them.  In a slightly
different direction, I would occasionally ask Amanda to place a smoothly
finished, inch long dowel in her belly button, use a wide sash to bind the
dowel tightly in place, and then purposefully worry it back and forth by
flexing her newly strengthened, but somewhat tender, abdominal muscles.  My
idea was that such activities would give her the opportunity to discover
and enjoy how much firmer the muscles in her tummy were becoming and, at
the same time, to contemplate the ambiguity of her feelings about exposing
them to the renewed demands which soon would be made on them.

As I had promised her, the difficulty of her exercise routine increased
slowly but inexorably.  For several days I had her repeat the program of
the first day, only instead of waiting for exhaustion before giving her any
respite, I stood by her hips and used my fingers to carefully monitor the
state of her abdomen.  Knowing that, being already sore from the work they
had done during earlier sessions, her muscles would complain from the
start, I ignored the grimace which would immediately appear on Amanda's
face.  What I used as my signal was the onset of trembling which would
begin near her pelvis and progress up the muscle ridge in her lower belly,
a ridge which was becoming more prominent with each day.  As soon as I saw
that the trembling had reached her navel, I moved from her pelvis to her
head.  However, I only cradled her head enough to give it partial support.
Thus, although my action certainly provided Amanda's muscles with some
relief, it gave them less relief than she would have chosen for them
herself.  Instead of really supporting her head, I used my hands and
fingers to caress her flushed face, stroke her hair, and massage her neck.
As a result, Amanda's stomach muscles continued to play a major role in the
keeping her head from dropping.  Nonetheless, the relief I provided was
sufficient to allow her muscles to recover.  When I saw that the trembling
in her lower belly had subsided, I would abandon her head and take up again
my post near her pelvis, and we would start all over again.  Much to my
unmixed satisfaction and her satisfaction mixed with consternation, we were
soon able to repeat this cycle several times before her muscles would give
up and begin to spasm.  On each cycle, I would try different techniques to
comfort and excite her.  For example, when I was by her pelvis, I would not
only bare and stroke her midriff but I might also cup her crotch or run my
fingers over the miraculously fine skin at the juncture of her thighs.
When I was stationed at her head, I might bare her breasts and see whether,
in spite of her distress, I could make her nipples respond.  When her
nipples did respond, I would be purposefully cruel by making their further
pleasure commensurate with the demands which she was making on her abdomen.

It took a week before the strength of Amanda's muscles had reached a point
at which we felt it safe to take the next step, that being the removal of
her hips from the back of the chair but not of her shoulder blades from the
pillows on the footstool.  Although I had no qualms about imposing some
pain on her abdominal muscles, I wanted to take every precaution against
producing pain in her back.  For this reason, I carefully arranged her body
so that gravity would tend to shape it into a gentle concave bow when I
slipped the chair-back out from under her hips, and, after a little
experimentation, I discovered that this could be easily accomplished by
immediately pushing the footstool towards her legs as soon as the chair was
out of the way.  Once Amanda's body was suspended in this way, I no longer
needed to make the position of her head the primary means by which I could
control the way in which her tummy was being exercised.  Instead, I now had
her head and arms fall back comfortably over the pillows supporting her
shoulders.  When she had assumed this pose, I placed a hand on her lower
belly and told her that, as I raised my hand, I wanted her, without flexing
her knees, to keep her tummy in contact with my hand by flexing her
abdominal muscles to reduce the concavity of the arc in which her torso was
hanging.

At first she had trouble figuring out just how she could follow my
instructions.  To help her find out exactly which muscles she would have to
use, I located the muscles which tightened when she was doing what I wanted
and pressed my fingers into them to make sure that she knew which ones they
were.  In this way, she soon found that she could do what I wanted, but
only if she called on the same abdominal muscles which had been left sore
from stage one.  Even so, she was pleased to discover the similarity
between the movements which she was being asked to perform and those which
she made naturally when making love.  Indeed, the more proficient she
became, the more deliciously salacious was the scene to which I, her
audience, was treated.

By simply changing the height of my hand, I could modulate the stress on
Amanda's stomach muscles.  When I sensed that she was flagging, I would
pull back the midriff flap of her leotard and administer a couple of brisk,
but not severe, slaps to the damp bulge of muscle surrounding her navel.
As Amanda knew, those slaps were meant not as a punishment but as a
reminder of the goal which we had set for her, and, to her credit, her
response was renewed effort to achieve that goal.  As in the earlier
sessions, I insisted on Amanda persisting until her muscles spasmed, but I
permitted her periods of respite, both to give her relief and to prolong
the time that her muscles could be made to work.  At this stage, relief
meant that my hand was lowered to a level at which it required only
moderate effort for her to maintain the contour of her body.  My favorite
way to divert her during these periods of relative relief was to kneel be
her side, open her leotard, and play her suspended body as if it were a
beautifully curved stringed instrument.  One hand would move up along her
ribcage, stopping along to way to appreciate the swell of her breasts and
tweak her erect nipples before delving into the hallow of her damp armpits
and savoring the exquisitely smooth and sensitive skin of her inner arms.
Simultaneously, my other hand would descend over her trembling belly on its
way to her crotch, where it was soon engulfed in her the well lubricated
folds of her vulva.  As her body responded, I would modulate the intensity
with which I was teasing her, forcing her to earn her sexual gratification
by maintaining the rigidity of her muscles.

After a week at the second stage of her training, Amanda had mastered her
body sufficiently that I was able to bring her to orgasm without allowing
her to relax her tummy.  In fact, much to her dismay, I purposely began
bringing her to completion mid way through a session and forced her to
resume exercising even before her orgasm had subsided.  Besides the mildly
sadistic pleasure which I got from asserting such complete control over her
body, I very much enjoyed the lascivious contortions which her torso
performed as she struggled to deal with the confused messages which her
body was sending to her mind.

Because the move to third stage would be such a large one, it took a full
two weeks before I was confident that Amanda's tummy was ready for it.  My
goal for this stage was to have Amanda develop her abdominal muscles to a
level at which they would be able to hold her torso horizontal to the floor
while she was suspended from the bar.  In preparation for this stage, I
lowered the bar so that Amanda's rump would drop a foot when I removed the
chair-back.  I then had Amanda mount her perch as before, only this time
after removing the chair from her hips and telling her to straighten her
legs, I positioned the back of the chair behind her rump and wedged its
legs against the door sill so that it would not slide back.  Next, I asked
Amanda to cross her arms over her chest and tightly grip her upper arms
with her hands.  Finally, I removed the top pillow on which her shoulders
were resting and told her to lift her shoulders off the remaining pillows.

It was a surprise to neither of us that she was unable to comply.  Thus,
rather than having her continue to struggle and possibly injure her back, I
grabbed her under her arms, hoisted her about six inches off the pillow,
and told her that she was to let herself down as slowly as possible when I
released her.  Much to Amanda's credit, she made no attempt to cheat and,
in the spite of the consequences for her abdominal muscles, she kept
herself off the pillows for a at least ten seconds.  Her relief at having
her shoulders supported once again was profound, but short lived.  As soon
as she had caught her breath, I hoisted her up again and made her resume
her Herculean fight against gravity.  In fact, I made her do five
repetitions before allowing her the rest for which, by then, she was in
desperate need.

Although I had anticipated that Amanda would find that this stage in our
program made demands on her abdomen of an entirely new order of magnitude,
I had not expected that it would provoke from her an entirely new reaction
to those demands.  Up to then, Amanda had chosen to not communicate either
her pleasure or distress to me verbally.  I had been able to guess from the
expression on her face and the reaction of her body what she was
experiencing, but, until now, she had not described those experiences in
words.  However, after I allowed her to stay on the pillows long enough to
regain her composure, Amanda felt a compelling need to share with me the
experience which she had just had, an experience the likes of which she had
never known before.  She said that the sheer enormity of the effort which
we had required from her abdominal muscles had been transmitted through her
tendons to every part of her torso: all the way from her shoulders to
muscles in her groin, which, as I confirmed by running my hand over them,
were still twitching.  Further, she explained that when I refused her
respite and she realized that her muscles would be forced to repeat their
effort, she experienced a desperation which was terrifying and, at the same
time, wonderfully exciting.  Never before had she realized that by
completely relinquishing control over her body, she could alter so
thoroughly her relationship to it.  Specifically, by the time that I had
lifted her for the third time, she stopped thinking of her body as her own.
Instead, she found herself emotionally and intellectually detached from her
body, and the pain we were making her muscles endure only heightened her
appreciation of the body which had once been hers.

It was clear to me that the strain imposed on her body while she was
holding it horizontal precluded the possibility of my using conventional
sexual gratification as a reward for her efforts.  Thus, impressed by the
profundity of Amanda's ``extra-corporeal'' experience, I wondered whether I
could use it as a substitute.  What she had just described was undeniably a
form of ecstasy, albeit of a sort not usually associated with sex.
Instead, it was the same sort of thrill that marathon runners experience
when their endorphins kick in and give them the ``high'' which carries them
to the finish line.  The question was how I was going to aid and encourage
her to undergo the requisite physiological and psychological transitions
which had allowed her mind to separate from her body and, once separated,
to relish the suffering which her mind was making her body endure.  Short
of hypnosis, there was nothing I could imagine which would guarantee her
success.  Thus, I had to resort to the chancier method responsible for her
achieving the separation initially.  Namely, her experience had resulted
from my pushing her beyond her limits, and so that is what I decided that I
would have to do each time that I put her back on the bar.  Of course, I
could not expect her to perform such a heroic feat on a daily basis, and
for this reason we altered our routine.  From now on, Amanda would be
suspended from the bar only every third day.  On the other days, we would
devise various, far less rigorous, routines for her tummy.

In the hope that it would enhance the distinction in her mind between her
days off the bar and those on it, I marked every third day on our calendar
with a large ``ON'' and the days in between with a small ``off.''  In
addition, for her off days I tried to introduce routines which would
maximize the availability of her body to sexual stimulation.  With this
goal in mind, I told Amanda that she should wear no clothes while we worked
her belly on the off days.  On the other hand, I encouraged her to decorate
her otherwise naked body with an adornment of her own choosing, be it a
piece of jewelry or some other object which she thought would complement
her natural beauty.  As for the exercises which she would do on her off
days, I chose ones which would be distinctly different from the arduous one
which she would be doing during her time on the bar.  Specifically, I
wanted them to be relatively static so that she could appreciate, without
undue distraction, her body and what I was doing to it.  The first, and, in
many respects, the most successful of these exercises had Amanda lying on
her back with shoulders and head resting on the seat cushion of a living
room chair, her hips supported at the same height as her head by the
footstool, and her midriff spanning the empty space between.  Even though
the demands this position made on her tummy were trivial by comparison to
those which had been made on it earlier, Amanda soon learned that her
stomach would be given a thorough workout.  For one thing, I could and did
keep her working for much longer periods.  Secondly, there was no reason to
interrupt her exercise either to give her relief or to engage in the sort of
foreplay which I hoped would lead to the sexual gratification which, at
stage three, I could no longer provide her when she was on the bar.
Thirdly, there were subtle and amusing variations which I could introduce.

For instance, after Amanda's belly was suspended, I would sometimes make
her balance various objects on its surface, my favorite being an old
bowling ball which had been lying around unused for years.  The ball weighs
about ten pounds and its curvature is perfectly matched to the curvature of
the cup formed by Amanda's navel.  In order to keep the ball from falling,
Amanda had to carefully monitor her abdominal muscles, and at first she had
no trouble doing so.  However her difficulty greatly increased when, once
the ball was in place, I would turn my attention to the erogenous zones
which her pose left vulnerable.  Kneeling by her side, I once again played
her body like musical instrument, one hand concentrating on the region
above the ball and the other buried in her nether regions.  As I brought
her closer and closer to orgasm, she had to fight her instinct to contract
her muscles lest she destabilize the ball and allow it to topple from its
precarious perch.  For me, her struggle to control her tummy was a delight
to watch, but for her it was a source of frustration.  Having to balance
the ball on her undulating tummy slowed her approach to climax, and, by the
time she reached orgasm, her stomach muscles were so exhausted that she
would collapse into a fetal position on the floor when it swept over her.

Taxing as the off days were, Amanda's days on the bar exacted a far heavier
toll on her resolve to continue.  My suspicion that she would not always be
able to achieve her enthralling extra-corporeal state proved to be correct.
In spite of my always insisting that she continue well beyond what she
thought were her limits, she entered that state less than half the time.
Thus, it may seem hard to account for Amanda's enthusiasm, albeit
occasionally tempered, to have her abdomen resume its struggle against
gravity.  My guess is that, besides her determination to complete the
program to which she had committed herself, her determination arose from
two sources.  The first of these was that, like a marathon runner, she had
become addicted to the endorphin induced thrill which she could achieve
only if she did continue.  My conjecture is that vanity was the second
source of Amanda's positive attitude toward her regimen.  It was
increasingly apparent to both of us that her efforts were producing
visible, tangible, and delectable changes to her tummy.  As I said before,
Amanda's body was succulently charming before we started persecuting her
tummy.  However, like ninety nine percent of the female tummies on display
these days, Amanda's had lacked the tautness which is essential if an
untucked, too short blouse is going to be an asset and not a liability.
Thus, when after the several weeks of our program, the lovely roundness of
her stomach began acquiring an attractive firmness, she was justifiably
proud.  In fact, I noticed that she had purposefully altered her dressing
habits so that, both in public and around the house, her stomach was
frequently on display.  In addition, when Amanda was hanging from the bar
and I had opened the flap over her midriff, we could see and admire the
traces made under her skin by the increasing definition of the muscles in
her belly.  What had been at the beginning a single, undifferentiated bulge
of straining abdominal muscles had undergone a transformation and become a
pleasingly sculpted ridge in which individual, strong, if somewhat sore,
muscles were clearly evident.

Whatever the reasons for Amanda's willingness to continue, continue we did.
Three weeks passed before I felt ready to move her to the fourth, and final
stage, and we made huge demands on Amanda's tummy during those three weeks.
Each session on the bar, I would give her less help when she lifted herself
off the pillows.  Further, I not only increased the number of repetitions
which I asked her to perform, but I also forced her to do several
repetitions in a row without allowing her shoulders to actually touch the
pillows.  On those days that she failed to separate her mind from her body,
she was often close to tears by the time that I finally let her rest.  On
the days when she did succeed, she was in a state of exhausted ecstasy when
her labors were over.

At the end of the third week, I asked Amanda if she felt prepared to take
the step which would bring her to our goal.  By this time, she had no
illusions about the demands which that step would require her to make on
the muscles in her belly.  Indeed, although she was now able to actually
lift herself off the pillows, she knew that it would be an entirely
different matter to attempt an abdominal curl while hanging vertically,
upside down.  Hence, it was with understandable trepidation that she agreed
to move ahead.  Because I wanted to provide her as much moral support as I
could, on the day of reckoning I arrived home in time to be present during
her preparations.  Sitting on the edge of the tub, I scrubbed her body and
took great care to shave off any bits of stubble on her legs or in her
armpits.  Wrapping her in a large towel, I escorted her to her bed, where I
had her lie on her back while I attempted to allay her fears by gently
stroking her body.  Because anticipation of what lay ahead had disturbed
her sleep the preceding night, the warmth of her bath combined with the
stroking of her skin had a sufficiently narcotic effect to make her slip
into a peaceful sleep.

Leaving Amanda to enjoy her nap, I went to make the alterations necessary
for her upcoming session on the bar.  Basically, all that I had to do is
raise the bar to the top of the door frame so that she could hang
vertically from the bar without having her head hit the floor.  Once this
had been done, I let Amanda doze for an additional half hour before waking
her.  I wanted her to get enough rest to restore her stamina, but I did not
want her to nap so long that she would suffer a post-nap hangover.  When
she was awake and once again compos-mentis, I told her that this time she
would be naked during her time on the bar.  Even though she had been naked
on her off days, previously she had worn her leotard while on the bar, but
now I wanted her body totally exposed.  In large part, my decision was a
completely selfish one: I wanted to enjoy watching her uncovered body.
Nonetheless, there was another reason why I chose to make this change of
routine at this point in our program.  Namely, as I said earlier, Amanda
had greatly increased her ability to derive narcissistic pleasure from the
changes we were affecting in her body, and so I thought that she would
appreciate an unobstructed view of her body as its shape metamorphosed
during her upcoming ordeal on the bar.

With all the practice I had had lifting her on and off the bar, it required
far less time to get Amanda hanging upside down than it took for either of
us to become accustomed to the consequences of doing so.  Of course, Amanda
had a much harder job than I.  Because of her inverted position, she was
completely disoriented, and the fear which this disorientation engendered
was exacerbated by the rush of her blood to her head.  But even if one
ignores these psychological and physiological disturbances, inverting the
human body, particularly one as shapely and distinctly feminine as
Amanda's, causes fascinating changes.  Suddenly, Amanda's hips were where I
expect her breasts to be, and rather than tapering down from her chest to
her waist, her ribs now taper up from her chest to her waist.  Her breasts
themselves had also undergone a dramatic transformation: their usually
shadowed, gently curved undersides had become the upper-sides, been pulled
nearly flat, and made into her breasts' most prominent surface.  Finally,
although the features of her face had not really been altered, it took time
to get accustomed to seeing her nostrils above the rest of her nose, her
eyebrows below the sockets of her eyes, and her hair cascading down from
her scalp.

Much as I would have liked to spend more time admiring, and perhaps
caressing, Amanda's inverted body, I knew that unless her abdomen were put
through its paces without delay it would be too late.  Therefore, as soon
as I saw that her body was stable and in no danger of slipping off the bar,
I stood behind her back, circled her hips in my arms, and clasped her
firmly to my front.  Understanding that I was there to provide support,
Amanda pressed her buttock against my chest, clenched her abdominal muscles,
and raised her upper body from its vertical position.  The enormity of her
effort was manifest on both on her face and her tummy.  Tears appeared in
her eyes, her mouth was wide open as she gasped for air, and her whole face
was suffused with a rosy flush.  The same flush quickly spread to her
entire front, highlighting the ridges of muscle which asserted their
presence through the soft padding of her normally rounded belly.  Seeing
that she would not be able to hold herself up for more than a few seconds,
I stretched my hands forward in an obvious invitation for her to grasp
them.  Once she reached my hands, I was able to get a secure grip on her
wrists and thereby partially relieve the strain on her stomach muscles.

The look of gratitude on Amanda's face made me hesitate to prolong her
agony, and so I asked her whether she wanted to continue.  With a brave
smile on her sweat covered face, she said that, having come this far, she
was determined to reach her goal.  Bolstered by her courage and
determination, I drew her arms up and toward me until her breasts were
grazing her knees.  Still holding her wrists, I leaned back far enough to
allow me to wrap her arms around her legs so that she could hold herself in
the position which, for over a month, she had been striving to achieve.
Panting, Amanda clutched her legs while she expressed her elation at having
reached her goal by beaming from ear to ear and repeatedly saying ``I've
done it, I've done it!''

Amanda's initial success was short lived.  After less than a minute, her
grip began to loosen as her abdominal muscles refused to cooperate with her
desire to stay aloft.  When she was again hanging vertical, I lifted her
exhausted body off the bar and deposited it on the floor.  Needless to say,
Amanda was totally drained physically.  However, even after she lay
crumpled on the floor, her exultation about her accomplishment was hardly
diminished.  Never had I seen her as radiant than she was at that moment.
Reaching up to me, she grasped my hands and drew me down on top of her
body, which, in spite of its recent ordeal, was more receptive than I had
ever known it before.

Amanda made slow but steady progress.  With me bracing her buttock, after a
week she was able to raise herself until her torso was horizontal, and
after a second week she was able to perform this feat several times in row.
I was as proud of her accomplishment as she was herself, and I wanted to
find an appropriate way to reward her for her heroic efforts.  Because the
act of raising and lowering her body required all her attention, there was
no possibility of my giving her sexual pleasure while she was doing so.  On
the other hand, now that her body had become accustomed to being suspended
up side down from the bar, it presented me with several intriguing options.
Standing behind her with my hands on her buttock, I was confronted by her
crotch, only a few inches from my face, and was struck by the
transformations which her groin underwent while she was doing her sit-ups.
In particular, realizing that these must be just the visible evidence of
dramatic events taking place beneath, it occurred to me that the insertion
of a pair of ben-wa balls into her vagina might enable Amanda to more fully
appreciate and enjoy what was happening inside her.

Although her previous experience with ben-wa balls had been something of a
disappointment, Amanda accepted my suggestion that we try them again, and
this time experiment was a great success.  As I had guessed, the
contraction of her abdominal muscles was transmitted to her uterus and
vagina.  When her vagina contracted, it tightened around the ben-wa balls,
which had been drawn by gravity deep inside her.  In order to allow her
time to fully experience the resulting sensations, once she had completed
her sit-ups I lifted her body, as I had on the first day, so that her
breasts pressed against her knees and, while she held herself in place,
bound her in that position with a sturdy length of cloth circling her back
and legs.  Dangling by her feet from the bar with her upper body resting
against her legs, from the side Amanda looked like a diver who had been
miraculously suspended in the air while in the pike position.  But it was
the view from the rear which I liked best.  Pressed as they were against
her front, Amanda's succulent thighs framed her vulva, which appeared to be
beckoning attention.  Happy to oblige, I brushed aside her pubic hair and
ran my fingers along the inviting crease between her labia.  After they
spread, I delved deeper so that my fingers could verify that, even if her
abdomen was no longer working as hard as it had been, her vaginal muscles
continued to clutch the ben-wa balls, which they were able to displace but
not eject.  In spite of its contorted state, Amanda's body responded to my
teasing and gave her the pleasure which I hoped that it would.

At the time of writing this account, Amanda has spent many hours exercising
on the bar, and the results of her dedication are clearly visible.  Her
tummy is still pleasingly rounded.  However, its muscles have developed to
the point that they are clearly visible, even when she is not exercising.
In addition, although her waist is no narrower than it was, the region
around her navel has acquired a new attribute.  Namely, the muscles in her
lower belly have been so prominent that they have produced a firm shelf
along their upper boundary.  As a consequence, Amanda's belly button no
longer points straight forward but instead is tilted up in a way which makes
her waist much better defined.  I cannot predict how long we will continue
with the program which has produced these changes in her body, but I feel
confident that Amanda does not regret her decision to endure the suffering
which she has endured while bringing those changes about.