Sculpting Mei-Lien
                         by anon1940

Several months passed before Mei-Lien got in touch with me
again.  I attributed her absence to her need to come to terms with the
memory that she had of her appointment at the electrolysis studio.  Even
though she herself was entirely responsible, I could well imagine that she
might be reluctant to meet again with someone who had witnessed her abandon
all sense of propriety and succumb to the demonic but exquisitely sensual
torment to which her body been subjected.  In fact, I had begun to fear
that she would never want to see me again.  Thus, when, one Saturday
morning, I heard my doorbell ring and found Mei-Lien standing outside, my
surprise was as great as my pleasure.

Sensing my confusion, my guest did not wait for an invitation and simply
entered my apartment with all the confidence and determination that I had
learned to expect and admire in my dealings with her.  When I turned to
face her, I was immediately struck both by what was familiar and what was
unfamiliar about her appearance.  On the one hand, her features had not
changed.  Her face still possessed its distinctly Oriental look of
serenity, and her hair still hung in a straight line from the back of her
head to her waist.  On the other hand, her coat was of much higher quality
than the one I remembered, and, after she removed and handed me her coat, I
saw that the clothes underneath were no longer those that a struggling
student could afford.  She wore an off-white linen blouse and a neatly
tailored pair of black slacks that accentuated her waist and displayed,
without flaunting, her firm, rounded tummy, both of which showed evidence
of her continued diligence in her exercise routine.  Seeing the
transformation of my former, somewhat dowdy student into a elegantly
attired woman about town, I smiled and asked if she was still willing to be
seen in the company of a sartorial disaster like me.

Amused by my question, Mei-Lien returned my smile and coquettishly
responded that a woman enjoys being the focus of attention.  Closing the
distance between us, she reached for one of my hands and clasped it to her
breasts, pressing it into the soft flesh which lay unfettered just below
her blouse.  Under my palm, I could feel the nubs of her nipples poking
against the coarse linen material that covered them.  She then rose to her
toes so that she could rest her head in the crook of my neck and bring her
lips next to my ear.  Speaking in a whisper, she divulged the reason for
her reappearance and her hopes for the future.

``As you have noticed, my circumstances have improved since our last
meeting.  I am now working at an IT firm where I earn more money in a week
than I used to earn in a year, and it has taken me some time to adjust to
my new affluence.  At first I was satisfied to indulge myself in luxuries
that I had never imagined I could afford.  I bought new clothes, spent a
week lounging on the beaches in Hawaii, and pampered my body at spas.  In
addition, I have had several romantic interludes with men who are both
younger and handsomer than you.  However, after a couple of months, I began
to realize that none of these activities provided the satisfaction that I
had got from my relationship with you.  In particular, I missed the control
that you exercised over me.  None of the young men whom I dated was as
intellectually challenging as you, and none of them made as imaginative use
of my body.  In fact, I usually felt that I was the one calling the shots,
and, although I enjoyed this form of role reversal for a while, I found
myself craving the excitement that I had derived from putting myself at
your disposal.  Thus, I am hoping that we can renew our relationship.  Do
you think that we can?''

While she was talking, my hand explored the pert cones on which it had been
placed, and by the time she finished speaking her nipples had swelled into
little rods that snapped back and forth as my palm passed over them.
Rather than attempting to alleviate the stimulation that they were
receiving, Mei-Lien snuggled her torso against mine and twisted it into a
position that would give me greater access to her nipples.  In response to
her tacit invitation, I brought my other hand into play and captured her
nipples between my forefingers and thumbs.  As I slowly increased the
pressure I was exerting on them, Mei-Lien's body melted into mine and her
breathing became increasingly ragged.  I was pleased by her acquiescence to
the mildly painful but thoroughly erotic stimulation that my fingers were
administering.

Wanting to give myself time to carefully consider my answer to her
question, I continued milking her teats for several minutes before
speaking.  When I reached a decision, I released my grip on her nipples and
lowered my hands to her waist.  Staring into her eyes, I unbuckled her belt
and hooked my fingers under the hem of her blouse.  Mei-Lien offered made
no objection when I raised my hands and lifted her blouse over her head.
After dropping her blouse behind her, I placed my hands on her gently
sloping shoulders and pushed her back a couple of steps so that I could
view the expanse of tawny, femininely soft flesh that I had just exposed.
From the expression on her face, I could tell that Mei-Lien was having
trouble resisting the urge to shield herself, but she made no move to hide
her nakedness from me.  Instead, she stood passively with her arms at her
sides while I completed my examination and made my reply to her question.

``Mei-Lien, it flatters me to learn that, in spite of the many options that
you now have, you want to renew our relationship.  I too have missed the
special bond that existed between us.  At the same time, I realized that
some aspects of our relationship had gotten out of hand.  Exciting as it
was for both of us, there is no way in which we could have continued
indulging in the sort of excesses that our last few encounters entailed.
In the pursuit of ever more hedonistic pleasure, we had allowed ourselves
to sacrifice the loving and human component of the bond between us.  Thus,
I do not want to take up at the point where we left off.  On the contrary,
I want to return to the place where we were when we were content to enjoy
each other without involving other people.  Don't misunderstand me. I am
not suggesting that we forswear acting out our fantasies or put severe
restrictions on the sort of activities in which we engage.  However, I am
saying that what we do must be focused more on each other and less on
mindless sexual gratification devoid of emotions.  Do you agree?''

I could not tell what Mei-Lien was thinking while she listened to me, but I
knew that she was thinking.  As in the past, the intensity of her thought
was visible in the parallel lines on her knit brow.  At last, she folded
her arms below her breasts and tipped her head to one side, as if trying to
see me from a different perspective.

``It is a little strange that you are the one who is making these points.
Usually it is the female partner who seeks greater emotional involvement,
but here it is the male who is taking that role.  I suppose that the
difference in our ages and experiences accounts for this.  I am still quite
young and come out of a society in which female sexuality has been
repressed.  When I came to this country and had my eyes opened to a world
of possibilities that had been closed to me, I was determined to
investigate that world.  Lacking confidence, I turned to you for guidance,
and I now realize how fortunate I was to have been guided by someone who
would did not abuse the trust that I na\"{\i}vely placed in him.  At first,
I never intended for our relationship to become more than one between a
young woman and her teacher.  Admittedly, the lessons that I asked you to
give me were not of a conventional nature, but, at least initially, I
carried out the exercises that you assigned me in much the same spirit as I
had previously done the assignments that you gave me when I was studying
English with you.  Of course, things changed when we started having sexual
intercourse and you began asserting more and more intimate control over my
body, but even then I viewed you not so much as a lover as a mentor.  It
was only later that I began to comprehend, albeit subconsciously, the
extent to which it was my sexual drive had become engine that drove our
relationship.  Indeed, our visit to the electrolysis studio was my idea,
and it was I who had to persuade you to escort me there.''

At this point, Mei-Lien paused and appeared to be giving further thought to
what she wanted to say next.  Looking at her standing naked from the waist
up just a couple of feet away, I could not but appreciate the courage
required for her to bare her soul before me, just as bare as I had laid her
breasts.  I was sorely tempted to express my appreciation and would have
done so if she had not resumed just as I was about to step forward and wrap
her in my arms.
  
``As I recall, it was you who thought it best for us to live apart.  I
interpreted this as indication that, as much as you enjoyed our increasing
intimacy, you preferred to not become emotionally involved.  Considering
the difference in our stages of life, I thought you were correct and
accepted your decision.  Thus, I am now confused by your present attitude.
How am I to reconcile it with your earlier one?''

As usual, Mei-Lien homed in on the crux of the problem confronting her, but
I was prepared to help her solve it.

``Your earlier interpretation was correct and there is no need for you to
modify it.  I am not suggesting that we become husband and wife.  Instead,
I am asking that the time that we spend together be devoted to the love
that we have for one another.  Of course, that assumes that, like me, you
see ours as a relationship in which loves has a part to play.  If you do
not, then, without any animosity, I bid you goodbye.  On the other hand, if
love is a part of your feelings toward me, then I can explain what I have
in mind.  Namely, when we act out our fantasies with one another, I want
our mutual love to be paramount.  That does not mean that we only coddle
one another, but it does mean that whatever we do is, in the final
analysis, exclusively between us.  If you are open to this line of thinking
but want an example of the sort of thing that I have in mind, I will tell
you what I would like to do with you were you to come again.''

Mei-Lien hardly hesitated before asking for the details.

``I want us to spend a day teasing one another.  I have been studying a
book that describes techniques to bind a woman's body in ways that give her
continuous stimulation but deny her gratification.  By experimentation, I
am confident that we could find out which of these techniques would work
best on you.  Once we had found one, I would have you spend several hours
during which your only compensation for your incessant sexual stimulation
would come from the pleasure you would get by inflicting an analogous form
torment on me.  Throughout, I would want each of us to openly describe the
frustration we were experiencing and, at the same time, express sincere
sympathy for the others suffering, even though neither of us would do
anything that might alleviate it.''

The look on Mei-Lien's face was the one that I had hoped for.  When I said
that I intended to bind her body, her hands instinctively rose to cover her
breasts, but when she heard the rest of my plan, her hands shifted so that
by the time I finished they were cupping the undersides of her breasts as
if she were offering them to me rather than protecting them from me.  She
remained standing like that for several minutes, lost in thought with her
head tilted forward and her eyes fixed on her proffered breasts.  At last
she raised her head and turned her attention to me.

``I think that I now understand the role that you want emotions to play in
our relationship, and it is quite different from my original
interpretation.  In the past, we maintained an emotional firewall between
us, a firewall that reduced the danger of our getting burned.  Now you want
to take down that firewall and deprive us of its protection.  I find this a
daunting but exciting prospect.  Were we to engage in the sort of
systematic teasing that you described, how would I react?  Would I simply
endure it until you gave me the opportunity to take my revenge, or would I
be pleased to make my body available for whatever torment that you chose
for it?  The purely physical aspects of your idea worry me far less than
the psychological ones.  As you know, I am ready to accept physical pain in
the pursuit of sexual gratification, and I have no fear that you would
cause me pain for any other purpose.  However, stoically enduring ones
torment is entirely different from sharing ones experience with someone
else, especially when that person is the one responsible for it.  I like
the idea but am not sure that I have the discipline required to make it
work.''

I was impressed by Mei-Lien's understanding of my proposal and the
intelligent way that she had analyzed it.  The concerns that she expressed
were well founded, and, although they did not shake my own convictions, I
wanted to give her ample time to examine them.  Thus I remained silent and
was content to watch her complete her deliberations on her own.  At least
five minutes passed before she said or did anything.  Then, with deliberate
resolve, she retrieved her blouse from the floor, pulled it back over her
head, and announced her decision.

``In spite of my reservations, I am willing to try.  Thus, a week from
today, I will return.  In the meantime, I hope that you will continue your
studies of binding techniques and give further thought to what you will do
to me once I am bound.''

Without waiting for a reply, she headed for the door.  Before opening it,
she turned toward me with a smile on her face and added,

``Do your homework well because I can assure you that I will have done
mine.  Indeed, you can confident that I will have devised appropriate
methods to reciprocate for the torment that I anticipate from you.''