Sculpting Mei-Lien, part 6

                      by anon1940

It was nine o'clock when Mei-Lien called the following evening.
Through her newly acquired a speaker phone, she sounded rather distant
and there was a slight echo when she spoke.

After we had exchanged a few banalities, she became impatient to find
out what lay in store for her.

``I have spent the day recovering from the workout through which you
put me yesterday, and I have not fully recovered yet.  My legs and
groin were so sore that I was reluctant to move at all, and did so
only gingerly.  Anticipating the demands which you would be making on
me during this conversation, I soaked in a hot bath for an hour before
calling you.  The bath helped, but I very much hope that my homework
tonight will not subject my lower body to strenuous exercise.''

Appreciating her concern and the way that she expressed it, I wanted
to assure her that I would be careful not to overtax her.  At the same
time, I considered it essential that we initiate our program of
involving her body during our nightly calls.

``Mei-Lien, I understand your reservations and am grateful that, in
spite of them, you have not only called but also prepared yourself for
the consequences of doing so.  I assume that you, fresh from your
bath, are wearing very little and are warm enough to be wearing even
less.  If so, you are to stand in front of your mirror and bare
yourself to the waist, making sure to expose your lower belly.''

I soon heard rustling noises which I interpreted as confirmation that
Mei-Lien was following my instructions.  When these diminished, she
announced that she had complied and was awaiting further instructions.

``First, I want to describe for me the image which you see in the
mirror.  Tell me what you like and don't like about it, and describe
ways in which you would like to have it improved and methods by which
you think those improvements could be made.''

After a brief pause, Mei-Lien gave her report.

``The image before me is that of a healthy young woman with a
distinctly Asian complexion and figure.  Like most Chinese women, she
has a layer of soft flesh which extends from the base of her neck all
the way down her torso.  This layer of flesh was greatly admired in
classical China, where I assume it was seen as both a desirable
feminine attribute and as evidence that the woman had a pampered
existence.  Even though the aesthetics behind that admiration are not
my own, I can appreciate that my padding contributes a certain
succulence to my image and that it masks some of the imperfections in
my figure.  In particular, it provides an attractive setting for my
breasts, whose lack of bulk is partially compensated by the opulence
of the flesh from which they emerge.  On the other hand, I see this
same padding as a liability further down my torso.  It smooths the
region between my ribcage and pelvis, a region which should be
distinctly narrower than those which lie above and below it.''

Knowing Mei-Lien's body as well as I did, I could picture everything
which she was describing: her pert breasts as well as her gently
rounded tummy.

``In time, I hope that, with my help, you will be able to maximize the
attributes with which nature has endowed you.  Unfortunately, our
options tonight are limited by the residual soreness that your body
has from the stretching it received yesterday.  Nonetheless, I think
that we can devise an exercise which you can perform this evening.  As
we learned during one of your visits to me, your nipples are very
responsive to stimulation and capable of significant transformation.
Thus, I want you to bare yourself to the waist, cup your hands around
the outer sides of your breasts, and place your thumbs and index
fingers on your aereolae at the base of your nipples.  Being careful
to not block your view of what you are doing, you are to squeeze your
fingers gently but firmly together and roll them back and forth while
you tell me how your breasts look and how you and they feel about
their being treated in this way.''

I waited in silence while Mei-Lien prepared herself.  The silence
ended in an audible intake of breath which indicated that she had done
my bidding and now had a firm grip on the base of her own nipples.
After several seconds, she began her account of what was transpiring
at her end of the line.

``The image in the mirror is now one of a young women engaged a
strangely beautiful act of self-immolation.  Her fingers are squeezing
the base of her nipples, as if she were attempting to pluck them off
their moorings.  The nipples themselves are turgidly erect, and their
tips bob at the end of their stalks as her fingers mold and worry
their base.  From the sensual smile on her face, it is clear that she
is excited by what she is doing to her breasts and is taking
narcissistic pleasure in the changes which it has wrought in the image
reflected by her mirror.  Her aereolae have blossomed into dark red
flowers out of which her rampant nipples poke like stamen.  Of its own
accord, her tummy has flattened, and the tension in its muscles is
visible in a shallow crease which runs in a line from her navel down
toward her crotch.  All in all, she seems to be pleased by the effect,
although I sense that she would prefer to have had it produced by
hands other than her own.''

I liked imagining the scene which she described and attempted to
enhance our mutual pleasure in it by focusing her attention on her
body and its response to her manipulation of her breasts.

``I am happy to learn that you are pleased by the distraction which I
have given you from your sore groin and legs.  The female body is a
marvel, and it a shame not to fully develop its potential.  Were you a
nursing mother, the sort of stimulation which you are giving your
breasts would be a prelude to your feeding your child.  Even though
they are not about to produce milk, your breasts and body are
responding as if you were.  You should begin experiencing a mild
tingling sensation, one which emanates from your breasts but courses
throughout your torso and seems to travel along nerves connecting your
nipples to your uterus.  In the hope that it will heighten your
excitement about these sensations, I will now give you the rest of
today's homework assignment.  Tomorrow, you are to buy a pair of
nipple shields.  The sort which I have in mind are circular disks,
made of a flexible plastic material, with a hole at their centers.
After teasing your nipples so that they are fully erect, you push your
nipples through these holes.  The sides of the holes are designed so
that the nipple slips through easily but is trapped when it has.  Once
your nipples are trapped, they will hold the shields in place and the
flange around the holes will flatten against your aereolae so that it
will be invisible under your clothes.  You should be able to find this
sort of nipple shield at most large pharmacies, and you should choose
a pharmacy which has a bathroom where you can install them before
going to work. Except for the shields on your nipples, I want you to
spend the day with your breasts bare under a blouse or sweater.  I
realize that this will compromise your modesty and cause you some
embarrassment.  However, I think that you will find that the pleasure
it gives you is ample reward, and I know that I will enjoy imagining
the delicate patterns which your nipples are tracing as you move.''

Five minutes past before another word was exchanged.  With some
concern, I broke the silence by asking Mei-Lien whether she had had
enough and wanted to release her nipples.  Her response took me by
surprise.

``I will continue squeezing my nipples until we hang up.  As you
predicted, my whole body is involved in this experience, and the
signals which it is transmitting are delicious.  You might accuse me
of masturbating while on the phone, and I suppose that, in a sense, I
am.  However, aside from the immediate sexual gratification which it
is bringing me, there is another reason for my continuing.  If I am
going to have the courage to carry out the assignment which you have
given me, then I will need to remember why I am subjecting myself to
your will.  Thus, I am training my breasts and nipples to accept
whatever is done to them and learn to appreciate why it is being
done.''

It was approaching ten o'clock when I decided that to Mei-Lien's
breasts had learned the lesson we were teaching them and that it was
time to hang up.  With mild annoyance, she complained that it was
cruel of me to leave her in a state of unrelieved frustration.  Then,
with a note of resignation in her voice, just before hanging up, she
said

``I guess that frustration is an inevitable consequence of the deal
which we have struck.  Tomorrow my nipples will spend the day erect,
collared, and on display.''

I had hardly finished supper when Mei-Lien called the following
evening.  Without a preliminary salutation, she launched into an
account of her day.

``I don't know how familiar you are with the diabolical shields which
you prescribed for my nipples today, but I doubt that you have ever
worn them yourself.  For your information, they are designed to
prevent a nursing mother's nipples from retracting, and I can attest
that they are good at their job.  At first my concern was that they
would fall off when my nipples lost their rigidity, but I soon
realized that my concern was unnecessary: my nipples have been rigidly
erect for the last ten hours.  Each time that they attempted to
retract, they were punished by the cleverly placed little shards of
stiff material lining the inner edge of their collars.  Naked to the
waist, I am seated on my bed facing my mirror, and it is reflection of
my distended nipples which dominates the image before me.''

I found Mei-Lien's description of her day and her present condition
both amusing and erotically exciting.  So that she would know what
images her words had evoked, I decided to tell her what was passing
through my mind.

``Did you know that there are tribes in Africa and South America which
so admire the fully erect female nipple that they subject their
adolescent girls to rigorous breast training regimes, ones which
entails methods far less comfortable than the one I have imposed on
you today and result in permanent elongation and thickening of the
nipple.  Trying as you have found it, I am confident that a day in
nipple shields will not have been sufficient to produce such dramatic
alterations in your lovely nipples.  Instead, my hope is that your day
will have enhanced their natural beauty and made you more aware of it.
In any case, it is time for you to release your nipples from their
captivity and to report to me what, if any, changes they have
undergone.''

It took Mei-Lien a couple of minutes to comply.  As she explained, the
shields were reluctant to release her nipples and she was reluctant to
have her engorged teats endure further punishment.  When she told me
that she had succeeded and that her nipples were finally unencumbered,
I told her what I wanted her to do next.

``The two of us, you in person and I at a distance, are going to
monitor the progress of your nipples as they return their normal
state.  At the same time, I will take the opportunity to have you
exercise your stomach.  You told me yesterday that you had begun to
develop an indentation in the muscles of your lower belly, and I would
like to help you to develop it further.  With this in mind, move to
the center of your bed and sit with your legs straight in front of you
and your hands clasped to the back of your neck.  You are to resist
the temptation to lean forward and are to keep your back straight,
your arms pulled back, and your waist sucked in.  This position will
not only bring your breasts into prominence, it will also make you
keenly aware of your abdominal muscles, which are to stay hard and
maintain the region below your waist in a firm contour, one which is
attractively rounded but not protruding.''

After a short period of resulting, Mei-Lien announced

``I have assumed the position which you prescribed and am now staring
at my reflection in the mirror.  My nipples are still erect and seem to
be returning my stare.  I must admit that I am beginning to understand
those Africans' interest in training their women's nipples.  There is
something very erotic about the incongruity of such a vulnerable part
of ones body looking as assertive as my nipples do at the moment.  I
wonder how it would feel to be standing in the company of strangers
with my breasts bare and my nipples rampant.  What would it be like to
know that at any moment somebody might brush against those inviting
little sentinels which crown the tips of my breasts?  At the moment, I
am tempted to find out, but I doubt if I would have the courage to
satisfy my curiosity.  As for the part of the mirror not occupied by
my breasts and their adornments, it reflects a female figure
struggling to overcome its deficiencies.  The waist is drawn in and
the lower belly forms an inverted bowl whose upper edge provides a
shelf whose purpose is to provide a place for the navel to sit.  I
know that you would admire the resulting juxtaposition of tranquility
and tension, and, even though I would prefer a more slender body, I
take pleasure in the knowledge that my body is to your taste.  There is
little else to report other than to say that, as you said they would,
my abdominal muscles are hard at work.''

Mei-Lien's ability to stimulate my sexual imagination was a crucial
component of our relationship.  At times, her own imagination seemed
to anticipate the direction in which mine was headed.  The idea of
having her expose her body in a public setting had occurred to me,
but, out of deference to her sensibilities, I had never raised the
possibility.  But now I knew that such ideas were also in her mind,
and I took the opportunity to explore them further.

``Perhaps one day we should try to satisfy your curiosity about
exposing yourself in public.  I am not suggesting that we have you
parade along the street with nothing on.  There are more subtle ways
for you to experience the sort of excitement that purposeful exposure
of your vulnerability can provide you.  For example, we might go
shopping together to buy you lingerie at some upscale store which
gives its clients personal attention.  In the process of being fitted,
you would be expected to give the salesperson, male or female,
considerable liberty with your body.  If we were selecting a bra, your
breast would be bared so that the salesperson could familiarize him-
or herself with their shape and texture before selecting bras for you
to try on.  Even more intimate would be the attention payed to your
body if we chose to have some sort of corset made for you.  In that
case I assume that you would be quite naked while your every dimension
was measured and recorded.  I would insist that the corsetiere be
scrupulous in his measurements because I wouldn't let you wear a
corset which might hide that lovely belly whose contours we have been
sculpting.  In any case, there are many venues in which it would
excite me to watch you expose your body before other people, and I am
wondering whether you too enjoy imagining yourself in one of them.''

I knew that my question would force Mei-Lien to reexamine her
fantasies in light of the possibility that they might become reality,
and I was therefore not surprised that her answer was slow in coming.

``It is embarrassing for me to admit the extent to which I am excited
by the scene which you have depicted.  With your help, I have learned
a lot about my body and have broadened my perspective about the ways
it can give pleasure to both me and others.  On the other hand, I have
not completely overcome my inhibitions and doubt that I ever will.  In
fact, I am not at all sure that I want to.  If I had no inhibitions,
the games which we have been playing would lose a good deal of their
excitement.  As I told you when you were spreading my legs, it was
exciting for me to recognize that I was blatantly revealing to you
portions of my anatomy which had hitherto been private.  Similarly,
when I saw the covert attention which my nipples received today at the
office, I was torn between pleasure at their power to attract that
attention and my embarrassment about my inability to avoid it.  Under
your tutelage, I have achieved sufficient confidence to share the
secrets of my body with you, but that does not mean that I am ready to
share them with others.  I am not rejecting your proposal and believe
that the time will come when I will want to accept it.  However, for
present let's return to the image which confronts me in the mirror.  I
have been sitting like this for quite a while, and the toll which is
taking on my abdominal muscles is becoming hard to bear.  As a result,
I am sorry to report that the tummy in the mirror is no longer as firm
as it ought to be and has begun to bulge.''

Sensing that prolonging her discomfort would be counterproductive, I
told Mei-Lien that she should lie back and massage her tired muscles,
instructions that she was glad to follow.  While she was rubbing her
stomach, I prepared to sign off for the evening.

``It is my hope that by tomorrow evening your legs and groin will be
ready to resume their role in my program to make you more limber.
Assuming that they are, tomorrow I will put you through a sequence of
ballet exercises.  For that purpose, I want you to have available some
piece of furniture which can be used as a barre.  This may require
some improvisation on your part, but I know that you are more than
clever enough to figure something out.  Finally, I do not want your
nipples to lose ground.  I will not require them to be collared during
the day, but I want you to give them a thorough workout tomorrow
morning and before you call in the evening.  By this I mean that you
are to bring them to and maintain them at rigid attention for at least
five minutes each workout.  They will probably be a little tender from
the treatment which they received today, but, like those of the
African girls, they are not to be pampered.  As the French say: `Il
faut souffrir pour ętre belle,' a phrase whose meaning I think you
will guess and for whose truth you are increasingly able to vouch.''

When Mei-Lien called the following evening she had already made the
requisite preparations.  As a makeshift barre, she had shoved her old
fashioned brass bed into a position where she could use its tubular
headboard as a barre.  She had then put her nipples through their
second exercise routine of the day, making them erect by rolling them
at their base in the way they I had taught her.  Not satisfied that
they were performing at their best, she punished their delinquency by
applying the bristles of her hairbrush to their sensitive tips.  As a
consequence, by the time that she dialed my number, she was more than
ready to have another part of her anatomy be the focus of her
attention.

``Mei-Lien, I very much appreciate your dedication and trust that in
due time your nipples will be a even greater source of pride and
pleasure than they already are.  However, I feel obliged to remind you
that mutual pleasure is the ultimate goal of the peculiar relationship
between us.  Only to the extent that it heightens that pleasure do I
want to make you suffer.  I am not an African father who fears that
his daughter will be unmaraigeable unless her nipples are sufficiently
elongated.  Thus, I forbid you from abusing them.  They can tolerate
and profit from a gentle brushing which reminds them to stay erect,
but you should not employ harsher methods.  Aside from my aversion to
gratuitous cruelty, I want them and your breasts to retain their
natural sensitivity, without which we will lose the fascination that
we both have in them.''

Certain that she understood my little sermon, I moved on to the main
topic of the evening.

``Although I know that you practiced yoga as I child, I doubt that you
ever took classes in ballet.  In addition, my own knowledge of ballet
is only that of an observer.  In that role, I have always marveled at
the variety and difficulty of the poses which female dancers are able
to assume, and I have often wondered what it would be like to enter a
woman while she was holding such a pose.  Even though I have no
illusions about transforming you into a prima ballerina, I would like
to see if we can make your body sufficiently limber for us to find out
whether I am right that the experience would be pleasurable for both
parties.  The other day, I made an attempt in this direction, and,
even though the attempt was rather crude, I think that you will agree
that it was a success.  Encouraged by this success, I want to have you
work on limbering your body so that it is available to be entered even
when it is in a contorted position.  For instance, I would like to
enter you while you were standing with your back resting against the
wall and one of your legs raised and held between our bodies.  If that
idea appeals to you, we can make its fruition the purpose of the
homework which I want to assign you tonight.''

In her response, Mei-Lien agreed that my idea was worth trying but
expressed her doubts about its ever being more than an idea.  In her
beguilingly practical way, she pointed out that not only didn't she
have the build of a ballerina but also that her legs were so short
that she would have to be on her toes if I was to have a chance of
entering her while we were standing.  Undeterred, I countered that she
could stand on a pile of phone books if necessary and that the
impracticality of my idea was not an excuse for her not doing her
homework.

``Before you begin, I suggest that you remove any clothes which you
are wearing.  Doing so will afford you maximum freedom as well as the
best view of those regions which are meant to benefit from this
exercise.  Once your leg is raised, you are to lean forward and grasp
its foot with both hands, bringing your back into a graceful arc.
Once your hamstrings have stretched, you should rest your chin on your
raised leg, and when it is there, you are to tell me what you see in
the mirror.''

After a short pause, Mei-Lien said,

``What I see now is a rather stocky girl awkwardly draped over her
raised right leg.  Without much success, she is pretending to be a
ballerina.  Nonetheless, there is an erotic beauty to what she is
doing.  With their muscles drawn taut by her pose, her legs have an
appealing shapeliness.  At the same time, her breasts graze against
the knee of her raised leg in a way which highlights the contrast
between their softness and the tension in her lower body.  Finally,
her straight black hair frames her oval face, on which there is a
brave smile that belies the strain she is under.''

I had Mei-Lien continue stretching her legs for half an hour,
switching the leg being stretched at five minute intervals.  To keep
her entertained, I once again brought up the shopping trip which I had
proposed.  She said that it had been very much on her mind ever since
we first discussed it but that she wasn't yet ready to accept my
invitation.  Thinking that the suggestion of an alternative scene
might bolster her courage, I asked her to consider the possibility of
our going together to a health club.

``At a health club everyone is scantily clad.  Most of the women wear
a leotard, and many of them have little or nothing underneath.  I
think that you would look very beautiful with your naked body
concealed only by a well chosen leotard, especially now that your
nipples have been trained to stay hard.  I am sure that I would not be
the only one to notice them and appreciate their presence.  The health
club would offer a venue in which you could become accustomed to
having your body ogled without it having to be fully revealed.  In
addition, of course, it would provide variety to the ways in which I
can have you exercise.''

Although Mei-Lien conceded that a trip to a health club was easier for
her to contemplate than one to a lingerie store, she did not commit
herself to go.  Nonetheless, the remainder of our conversation
consisted in my answering her questions about what she should expect
if she did go.  Her greatest curiosity was about the attention which
her breasts would attract.  It was obvious that she both craved and
feared the consequences of having her breasts and nipples available
for inspection.  Sensing that, in large part, her fear was that her
relatively modest size breasts would not meet with approval, I
protested that their shape more than compensated for their lack of
size.  Furthermore, I predicted that every other woman would be
jealous when they saw her how nipples continued to poke through her
leotard, would wonder what sort of training they had undergone, and
would be excited when they imagined having their own nipples receive
such training.  To drive my point home, I reminded her that in the
morning she was not only to put her nipples through there paces but
she was to also reinstall the shields on them and to leave her breasts
otherwise unencumbered under her blouse.

When she called the following evening, Mei-Lien announced that she was
having her period and that she would prefer not to engage in strenuous
exercise.  Relieved to learn that she not become pregnant as a result
of our lovemaking, I assured her that, for the duration of her period,
I would adjust her homework accordingly and asked her what kind of
exercises she felt she could do.

``When I am having my period, my skin becomes a little flushed and
highly sensitive.  In addition, my body retains more water than usual,
with the result to my breasts swell and my nipples become puffy.
Thus, there were times during the day when my nipples, forced as they
were by their collars to rub against the material of my blouse, were
impossible to ignore.  Strangely, I found myself enjoying the torment
which they caused me and even exacerbated that torment by purposefully
moving so that my breasts would rub against my clothes.  By the time
that I got home, I couldn't resist the temptation to free my nipples.
In the hope that it will persuade you to not be too disappointed by my
lack of discipline, I can tell you that my released nipples have
remained erect and that they resemble two, tiny straw hats perched on
the tips of my breasts.  Thus, I am wondering whether my homework
assignment this evening couldn't be a combination of the first two
which you gave me.  My tummy is up to the demands which sitting
bolt upright on my bed imposes, and I like the idea of having to pay
for my lack of discipline by persecuting my nipples, which are the
portion of my anatomy which was responsible for my delinquency.  After
all, it important that the punishment fit the crime.''

I was happy to accede to Mei-Lien's suggestion.  In fact, for the next
two evenings I had her repeat the same assignment.  Before hanging up
on Friday evening, she reported that her period was over and that she
had planned a surprise for me when she visited on the morrow.  I
warned her that she too had a surprise in store for her.