This is a sequel to my story about Mei-Lien.  The reader is assumed to
be familiar with the earlier parts of the story.

           Sculpting Mei-Lien, part 5

                   by anon1940

Without question, Mei-Lien passed her examination with flying colors.
By the time that my teasing had caused her to loose control and allow
the book on her head to fall, both of us were at a feverish pitch and
more than ready to adjourn to the bedroom, where we consummated the
passion which had been building over the past several weeks. 

Thoroughly sated, we lay with our bodies entwined.  I had expected
that, once her carnal desires had been satisfied, Mei-Lien would have
second thoughts about what had transpired.  However, I soon discovered
that the opposite was the case.  With her body wrapped around my own
and her head resting on my chest, Mei-Lien expressed her gratitude for
the joy which our relationship had brought her and her pride in the
knowledge that her efforts to enhance the beauty of her body was at
least partially responsible for her success in wooing me.  I tried to
assure her that much as I appreciated her dedication to her exercises
and the improvements in her body which they had wrought, it was
not only her new figure which attracted me to her.  Nonetheless, even
as I spoke these words, I realized that they were less than entirely
honest.  On the one hand, the changes in her body were pleasing but not
determining.  On the other hand, her willingness to allow me to mold
her body and her readiness to accept the discomfort which that process
entailed were a major component in the transformation which had led
from her role as my student to her role as my lover.  As if she sensed
what I was thinking, Mei-Lien launched into a monologue for which I was
not prepared.

``I want to have you continue working on my body.  Now that there is
no longer any ambiguity about the implications of what we are doing,
we can concentrate on those aspects which give us the greatest mutual
pleasure.  Over the past few weeks I have discovered that I enjoy the
sort of control which you have asserted over my body.  I suppose that
it is a some sort of masochistic craving, although I have no desire to
experience intense pain but only want to feel that my body is being
molded to achieve an ideal which, even if it is unattainable, is worth
pursuing.  I have noticed that you too have enjoyed the game we
have been playing.  You have derived mildly sadistic pleasure from the
knowledge that I have been willing to subject my body to the regimen
which you have prescribed for it, and, if the ardor with which you
just conducted my final exam is any indication, you are pleased by the
results.  I know that you are not a true sadist and that you would
never ask me to do anything with my body which would cause it harm.
Indeed, if I were not absolutely sure that, like my strain of
masochism, your strain of sadism is really just a way of expressing
your sensuality, I would not have put my body at your disposal and
certainly would not be making this admission to you now.''

After delivering her little speech, Mei-Lien disentangled her body
from mine and rose from the bed.  Standing by my head, she placed her
hands behind her back, drew in her tummy so that it accentuated her
newly narrowed waist, and bent forward so that she could caress my
upturned face with the still rigid nipples of her conical breasts.   
Seeing the sheet rise as my penis responded to her teasing, she said,

``I am glad that I am not the only one who is interested in
continuing.  However, before we resume, I am going into the bathroom
to wash up a little and give you time to think about my proposal.  By
the time that I return, I hope that you will have thought of an
appropriate manner in which to give me your response.''

During Mei-Lien's absence, I tried to collect my thoughts.  No woman
had made such a proposition to me before.  Admittedly, there had been
times when I had mused about a relationship in which a woman would
explicitly submit her body to my control, but I had never had the
courage to discuss my musings with a woman and never imagined that
the woman would be the one to initiate the discussion.  Once
again, this exotic creature into which my demur student had evolved
staggered me.  She had correctly intuited that our erotic fantasies were 
complementary and that I would be fulfilling my own while helping her to
fulfill hers.  Thus, by the time Mei-Lien reappeared, I knew how I wanted
to proceed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I drew her naked body forward until she was 
standing between my legs with her hands resting on my shoulders and her
head tilted forward so that we were staring into each others eyes.  Framed
by her straight black hair, her face had a look of serenity which I had
never seen before.  It was clear that she was relieved to have divulged her
secret longings and was confident that she had not done so in vain.  

``Mei-Lien, I am deeply moved and honored by and grateful for the trust which you
have placed in me, and I will do everything that I can to prove that your 
trust has not been misplaced.  I can think of nothing which would give me
greater pleasure than the opportunity to continue molding your body for our
mutual enjoyment.  However, there is an important detail to deal with
first.  Namely, we have to decide whether you will come to live with me or
whether we will continue to live apart.  At least for the present, the
latter is my preference.  If I have understood it correctly, the
relationship which you have proposed is a special one.  It is not based on
the conventional notion of domesticity and, in my opinion, could be not
survive in a conventional domestic setting.  Do you agree?''

When I broached the topic of our living arrangements, the look of serenity
on Mei-Lien's face was replaced by one of intense concentration, accompanied
by the appearance of the symmetrically placed dimples in her brow.  I could
tell that I had brought up a problem which she
had considered but not yet solved, and so I gave her as much time as she
needed to give her response.  At last the expression on her face indicated
that she had reached her decision, and shortly thereafter she smiled and,
in a hushed voice, said that she thought that I was right.  Returning her
smile, I placed my hands on her hips and continued where I had left off.

``Now that we have dispensed with that practical question, we can turn our
attention to more intriguing matters.  Because it is important to have
goals, I think that we should have some goals in mind.  I know that
you are still unhappy about your figure and would like it to be more
curvaceous.  I will not deny that I like curves, but, as I told you before,
I dislike emaciation.  Thus, I have no intention of sacrificing your
charming succulence in order to give you a wasp waist.  Instead, I propose
that we concentrate on toning your muscles so that the curves which you
already have are enhanced.  At the same time, I want to enhance your
already admirable poise.  Whatever goal we set for you, its achievement
will make demands on you.  In fact, like the rope which I had you wear
around your waist, those demands will require you to suffer a certain
amount of physical discomfort.  What I am asking is that whatever
discomfort you experience be not reflected on your face, even on those
occasions when you are complaining to me about it.  You may find this
requirement strange, but it is important to me because a significant part
of my pleasure will derive from your complicity in what is being done to
you and your acceptance of the consequences of that complicity.''

Although Mei-Lien raised no objections to what I said, it was obvious that
she wanted further explanation, which I decided would be best provided by
an example.  Thus I stood up, turned her around, and had her lie back on
the bed with her legs dangling off the edge.  I then leaned over and, with
a hand on each of her ankles, raised her legs until they were perpendicular
to her torso.  Once her legs were vertical and straight, I slid my hands
along their along their deliciously smooth inner sides, pressing outward
so that her legs spread but remained straight.  As they opened, the
tendons on the inner sides of her thighs became visible through her
soft flesh, and she emitted a muted sound in response to the stress
which I was imposing on her groin.  When it was clear that she could
spread no further, I stopped but maintained enough pressure to prevent them
from closing.

``I want your legs to remain spread and for you to make no attempt to
relieve the strain which I have imposed on your groin.  From the way that
your thighs are beginning to tremble, I know that this is already difficult
for you and am sure that it will become more difficult as time passes.
Nonetheless, I want your face to remain composed and, in so far as
possible, you are respond to what I do next as if you were perfectly 
comfortable.''

There are few sights more pleasing to the male than the attractively
displayed nether regions of the female, and, with her legs splayed,
Mei-Lien was treating me to as fine an view of that region as I had ever
seen.  Her inner thighs were given definition by the sinews visible just
beneath the satiny layer of her femininely soft flesh, widening as they
approached the junction with her pelvis, which was tipped up and forward so
that, when I lowered my gaze, I was staring directly into her gaping vulva.
Bracing my knees against the side of the bed, I leaned forward and guided
my penis into Mei-Lien's welcoming vagina.  Distorted by her contorted
position, her vaginal passage was unnaturally tight and, in spite of her
efforts to comply with my instructions, an anguished shadow darkened her
face as my penetration forced her body open.  Ignoring her momentary lapse and
proceeding with care, I slowly delved deeper until my penis was completely
enveloped in her warm sheath and I was lying atop the firm little pillow
formed by her rounded lower belly.  As soon as she had me fully inside her,
Mei-Lien's body learned how to accommodate and enjoy my presence.  In addition,
she soon realized that her contorted position increased her ability to clamp
her vaginal muscles around my penis, effectively locking our genitals
together in a way which produced for us both intense pleasure tinged with 
mild, erotically charged pain.  The self-satisfied smile on her face eliminated
any doubt that she was fully aware of what she was doing and the mixture of
pleasure and pain which it causing us.   

Spreading my arms along her inner thighs, I espaliered my upper body to her
lower body, letting my chest rest against her tummy and grasping her ankles
with my hands before announcing my intentions.

``Mei-Lien, as we approach orgasm, I am going to test your resolve by
manipulating your legs.  By the time that we reach our climax, I would like
to have spread your legs so wide that your feet are within inches of the
mattress.  In the process, your pelvis will tilt up and your grip on my
penis will draw it even further into your body, a process which will
exacerbate the tension which we are already experiencing.  Nonetheless,
I do not want that tension to be reflected in your face, which is to remain
composed throughout.''

Having warned her what to expect, I began applying pressure to her legs,
forcing them wider apart.  As I had hoped, the stretching which they had
been enduring had made her tendons more pliant.  Even so, I knew that she
felt as if she were being torn her asunder and that it required enormous
fortitude and discipline for her to not allow her features to register her
suffering.  Prolonged by the stress which I was imposing on our bodies, it
was at least five minutes before our excitement reached its crescendo, five
minutes during which Mei-Lien's face remained enigmatically beautiful and
placid while her thighs and groin were being spread well beyond their
accustomed limits.  

So complete was our exhaustion that I did not think to release my hold on
Mei-Lien's legs and she did not ask me to do so.  Thus, for several
minutes, I remained slumped between the wings of her thighs while we
recovered from our arduous coupling.  However, after our senses began
returning to normal, Mei-Lien said, with fained annoyance, that 
I had made my point and that it was time that she be permitted to find out
if she would ever again be able to bring her legs together.  Ackowleging my
negligence, I quickly extricated myself from her crotch and gentling
helped her lower and close her legs.  Her relief at having her legs back
under her command was immediate and profound.

While she basked in the comfort which she now felt, Mei-Lien inquired whether
the stretching which I had made her endure was an isolated whim or
something that she should anticipate being repeated.  Since the manner in
which she posed the question did nothing to indicate what she was hoping my 
answer would be, I was uncertain what my response should be.  For
this reason, my reply was purposefully ambiguous.

``My primary reason for subjecting you to this ordeal was to demonstrate
the type of control which I wish to exercise over your body and your
emotions.  A secondary, albeit important, reason is that among the
improvements which I would like to make, making you more limber is high on
the list.  I have always been fascinated by the plasticity of the female
body.  I assume that nature designed the female body to be malleable so
that it can accommodate the bearing of children, but I believe that
child-bearing is not the only purpose to which this marvelous attribute
should be put.  Thus, if you choose to continue with the arrangement which
we discussed, you should be prepared to accept a good deal of stretching,
not only of your legs but also of other portions of your anatomy.''

Again Mei-Lien considered my words carefully before giving her response.

``I will not pretend that I had no second thoughts when you began forcing
my legs apart.  Indeed, at first the pain was so much greater than the
pleasure that I was tempted to insist that you stop.  However, once my
muscles loosened, the initial pain subsided and was replaced by a strange
euphoria whose origins were partially physical but mostly psychological.
For one thing, I was proud that my body could tolerate the manipulation to
which you were subjecting it.  Perhaps more important, I was excited about
being forced to display the most intimate parts of my body in such an
immodest manner.  It is probably impossible for a man to appreciate how
difficult it is for a woman to reveal those parts of her anatomy which,
since childhood, she has been taught to hide.  Equally difficult for a man
to understand is the pleasure a woman can get when the man she loves forces
her to abandon her modesty and surrender to her animal instincts.  In other
words, I am not only glad to have experienced what you called `this
ordeal,' I am prepared to have you subject me to more such ordeals.  If, as
a dividend, my body becomes more limber, so much the better.  I have always
wanted to be more flexible, and it seems that I will now have your help.''

As always, I was impressed and charmed by the clarity of Mei-Lien's
thinking and her knack for mixing of honesty with humor.  After she
finished speaking, she snuggled her body against mine and the two of us
dosed off.  Two hours passed before we stirred ourselves.  Mei-Lien was the
first to rise.  When she did, she emitted a groan and nearly collapsed in
response to the painful message of complaint lodged by her legs and groin.
Nonetheless, she bravely persevered and hobbled bowed legged in the
direction of the bathroom, where she immersed herself in a warm bath.  Half
an hour later, she emerged from the bathroom greatly refreshed.  She had
donned one of my bathrobes and used a towel as a makeshift turban
to hold her hair on top of her head, creating an enchanting image which 
would have pleased Degas.  Rather than retuning to the bed, she stood
at its foot and addressed me from there.

``I suppose that it is time for me to leave.  However, before I go, I would
like to know the agenda which you have planned.  In particular, how long is
it before I am to return and, between now and then, what is my homework
assignment?''

Amused by her earnestness, I replied,

``I agree that you should go home now lest we overdo this initial
experiment.  If I watch you drying your hair much longer, I am likely to
drag you back into bed for another bout of lovemaking.  As for the date of
your return, I think that you should come back in a week.  During that
week, your education will continue off campus.  Every evening you are to
call me after you have had supper and finished your chores.  While we are
talking, I will ask you to perform various exercises in various states of
undress.  I will enjoy imagining your body at work and will want you to
bolster my imagination by describing to me what your body is experiencing.
In this way, we will be improving your conversational English at the same
time as we are improving your figure.  When, after a week, you return, I
will devise ways to celebrate your progress in an appropriate manner.''

Mei-Lien seemed satisfied with my answer, and, without further ado, came
over to kiss my forehead before disappearing into the hall, where she
retrieved her clothes and prepared her departure.