Sculpting Mei-Lien, Part 1

                              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.