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 Sculpting Mei-Lien, part 3

   by anon1940

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

   Curious to know how she had found the last three days, I asked her
whether she had had any problem adhering to her regimen.  Proudly she
answered, "Although they have been sore, I have exercised my stomach
muscles twice daily and am now able to do twelve sit-ups each time. 
Mostly, my belt causes me no problem, and I am now accustomed to its
presence.  My biggest problem comes from the constant tickling of my tummy
by the brush which you asked me to insert under my panties.  It is very
distracting, especially when I have to sit for long periods as I do at
work. My lower belly has become very sensitive and pink, even when I get up
in the morning.  However, by applying ointment as you suggested, I have
prevented it from getting irritated and rather like the color it has
become. Finally, although it is embarrassing for me to admit, all this
attention to my body has kept me in a mild state of excitement which I
enjoy but find difficult to bear." The effect of her training were clearly
evident in the image which I saw in the mirror.  In addition, by palpating
them with my fingers, I discovered that her abdominal muscles had already
improved their tone and that she was learning to keep them firmer.  After
expressing my satisfaction with her progress, I told her that it would be
no longer necessary to subject her to the sort of harsh treatment which I
had used last time and that I would count on her to continue strengthening
her muscles on her own.  I had thought that she would be relieved by this
news and was therefore surprised by the cloud which past over her face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Looking down into her upturned face, I once again saw the furrows
bunching over her brows in the way that they always do when she is deep in
thought.  It took her a couple of minutes to respond, but, when she did,
the profundity of her words took me aback.  "If I allow you to bare my
breasts, our relationship will be entirely different.  Until now you have
been my teacher, even though some of the things you have been teaching me
have sexual implications and have involved your making intimate contact
with various parts of my body.  However, a woman's breasts are not just
another part of her body.  They are one of her greatest and, at the same
time, most vulnerable assets.  Allowing you to bare them means that you are
no longer just my teacher but are also my lover.  Is that your
understanding as well?" The ball was now in my court, and I was not sure
how to return it.  A little over a week ago, I had thought of Mei-Lien as a
charming student to whom I was teaching English.  I am accustomed to
guiding and molding the intellectual development of my students, and, even
though I was sexually aroused by what I had done with her during her last
visit, I thought of it in the same terms: she was still a tabla rasa on
which I was writing, the difference being that I was now writing on her
body as well as her mind.  Only after her response, did I realize how much
deeper than my own was my student's understanding of human emotions.  She
was not just a statue which I was molding, she was a full fledged woman who
was not about to compromise her sense of propriety just for a casual fling.

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

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

   Overcome by a combination of admiration and gratitude, I stood
transfixed before her.  At last I pulled myself together sufficiently to
say, "Mei-Lien, you are more lovely than I had imagined.  Seated there as
you are, bolt upright, with your hair flowing down your back, your front a
symphony of gentle contours, and a serene, nearly beatific expression on
your face, you take my breath away.  It's a shame that your half hour is
already up and that I will not be able to savor this image longer." With
obviously feigned annoyance in her voice, Mei-Lien protested, "I did not
bare my breasts just to have you dismiss the class.  I intend to remain as
I am as long as it takes for you and my breasts to get thoroughly
acquainted.  You said that you wanted me to think of you as a sculptor who
is putting the final touches on his statue.  Well, there is more to your
statue than just a tummy, and your statue thinks it is time for its
sculptor to give a little attention to something other than its posture."

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

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

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

   Mei-Lien agreed to participate in my experiment on the condition that I
tell her who Praxeteles was.  Pleased to learn that I was comparing hers to
some of the most famous female busts in the classical world, she smiled and
told me, "You are welcome to try, but my nipples are as hard as they have
ever been, and I doubt if they can be made any larger." Happy to oblige, I
shifted my hands to the sides of her breasts and placed a thumb on the tip
of each of her nipples.  Like the pictures of many Asian women I had found
while surfing the web, Mei-Lien's areolae and nipples were surprising large
for a woman with breasts of modest size.  In addition, the tips of her
nipples were bisected by distinct creases, whose function, I assumed, was
to facilitate the flow of milk during nursing.  I had always wondered
whether these anatomical features would make Asian women more susceptible
to having their nipples teased, and I was glad to have been given the
opportunity to find out.  Exerting only enough pressure to keep the pads of
my thumbs in contact with her nipples, I slowly rotated their distended
stalks.

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

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



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

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

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

   Holding her by the upper arms so that she was stranding directly in
front of me, I said, "Mei-Lien, your lesson for today is over.  The only
question is whether you go home like a good girl, now that class is
dismissed, or whether you stay at school for extra-curricular activities,
in which case, we have to decide what those activities will be.  Because
they are not part of the standard curriculum, the student should make these
decisions, and so I will leave them up to you and put myself at yourself
disposal." Standing before me, wearing nothing but her shorts and with her
pert breasts pointing straight at me, she cut an image which was
simultaneously seductive and vulnerable, and I could feel a slight
trembling in her body as I delivered my little lecture.  Nonetheless, her
inherent curiosity and courage were manifest in her response.

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

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

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



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



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

   While I was working on her tummy, Mei-Lien, either consciously or
unconsciously, shifted her pelvis in a way which made her crotch more
accessible and intimated that she might welcome my attention to that region
as well.  However, keeping in mind that this dalliance was not destined to
end up in bed, I hesitated and sought her permission before moving my
investigation there.  When she nodded her consent, I changed my position on
the couch so that I could rest her legs on my thighs and spread them enough
to open a passage along her inner legs to her vulva.  This portion of
Mei-Lien's anatomy was quite different from that of other women whom I had
known.  Specifically, her entire pelvic region was more compact than
theirs, and her buttock was flatter and less well padded.  On the other
hand, I was pleased to note that her upper thighs and mons possessed the
same satiny texture which I consider to be one of the marvels of the female
anatomy.  Sliding my hands along her inner thighs, I slowly made my way to
the summit at their junction, taking time to savor the terrain over which I
was traveling.  When I reached the summit, Mei-Lien reflexively captured my
hand in the silken glove of her groin, where I was content to leave it for
as long as she wanted.  As she relaxed her grip, I carefully folded back
her outer labia while monitoring her reaction to my intrusion.  Seeing no
sign of objection to what I was doing, I asked her, "Would you like me to
try to relieve some of the tension which you told me has been building
since we began your training?  I believe that I could give you great
pleasure, and I know that I would enjoy helping your body achieve the goal
toward which it has been striving.  On the other hand, I will certainly
understand if you would be embarrassed to have me witness your having a
solo orgasm, especially one which does not involve intercourse."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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