Sculpting Mei-Lien, part 7
 
                         by anon1940

At ten o'clock Saturday morning, my door bell rang, and I found a
freshly scrubbed, ebullient Mei-Lien waiting to be let in.  As soon as
she was inside, she stepped in front of the hall mirror and, with an
exultant smile on her face, unbuttoned her coat to reveal that, aside
from the socks and sneakers on her feet, the only garment she wore was
a leotard.  Furthermore, the leotard itself did little to hide the
figure inside.  Made out of a thin Lycra material, it showcased every
detail of Mei-Lien's increasingly curvaceous body.  Had her breasts
been naked, her nipples, including the dark hallows of their aereolae,
could hardly have been more visible.  Because it was cut to leave most
of the region between her bust and lower belly bare, it drew attention
to the shape of her firm tummy and the little shelf, which she had
described to me on the phone, where her navel sits.  Letting my gaze
follow the curve of her belly down to her crotch, I could discern a
hint of the pubic hair on her mons.  Nearly as intriguing as the way
it displayed her front was the view it provided of her from the rear.
Other than the thick bolt of black hair, which dangled from the back
of her head and ran in a straight line along her spine, and the
network of thin straps which secured the leotard to her body,
Mei-Lien's back was bare from her shoulders to her buttock.  Exposure
of so much flesh by a pinko-grey northern European is often a mistake,
but on a woman with Mei-Lien's tawny complexion that expanse of
flawless, smooth flesh is an asset which deserves exposure.  In
summary, I was awestruck to recognize what an enticing little package
my student had become.

Making no effort to conceal her pride in my admiration of her body,
Mei-Lien grinned like the Cheshire cat and coquettishly divulged her
plans.

``If you think that I am dressed this way for your eyes only, you are
sorely mistaken.  You said that you want me to experience having my
body available for others to view, and, with that in mind, I have
located a health club in this neighborhood to which we can easily
walk.  This is the surprise that I promised, but we had better go
soon, before I lose my nerve.''

Pleased as I was by Mei-Lien's plans, I felt the need to assert some
control over the situation.  Approaching her from the rear, I planted
a warm kiss on the back of her neck before untying the bow which held
the straps of her leotard together.  Once the bow was undone, it
became an easy matter to lower the top of her leotard to her waist.  I
then inserted my hands through the warm crevice between her arms and
her ribcage, bringing them to rest on the sides of her breasts.

``I am delighted by my surprise and fully intend to make your plan a
mutually gratifying experience.  However, before we put your body on
display, I think that we had better check that all its parts are
functioning up to par.  In particular, having subjected them to such
arduous training, it would be a shame not to have your nipples
displayed to their best advantage.  Since it will be impossible to do
so discreetly once we get to the health club, I have decided to put
them through their warm-up exercises before we leave.  Thus, I hope
that you will not object to my I spending several minutes bringing
them to the state of rigidity at which I hope they will remain
throughout our visit to the club.''

I sensed that Mei-Lien would have preferred not to be reminded how
prominently her nipples were about to be displayed.  Even when they
wore their collars, their presence under her normal clothes had been
apparent but vague.  Under her leotard, every detail of their shape
and recently acquired robustness would be available for inspection,
and that fact would inevitably encourage inspection of the rest of her
scantily covered body.  Thus, as, under to my supervision, her nipples
grew in length and bulk, I could feel a frisson of excitement tinged
by anxiety course through her half clad frame.

When her nipples had attained their maximum size and stood out more
than half an inch beyond her aereolae, I pulled Mei-Lien's leotard
back up over her chest and refastened its straps in a bow between her
shoulder.  At the sight of her own distended nipples in the mirror,
she exclaimed,

``I am beginning to resemble one of those dolls which primitive people
believe will promote fertility.  My nipples have become veritable
teats waiting to be milked.  It is exciting to know that ones body
will awaken primordial instincts in others, but it is scary to
contemplate the consequences.''

In an attempt to quell her fears but not her excitement, I replied,

``I agree that the sight of your body is likely to raise a few
eyebrows, not to mention other parts, of its viewers, but I assure you
that, until we return home, you have nothing to fear from the
consequences.  I adore the incongruous blend of innocence and potent
fecundity which your diminutive but powerful body exudes.  You are
right that you have become a fertility symbol, but your major concern
should be that you remain a symbol and not a victim of fertility.''

My admiration and light tone seemed to allay some of Mei-Lien's fears.
With a smile on her face, she retrieved her coat, and, obviously
wishing to preserve her modesty for as long as she could, buttoned it
from top to bottom.  Not a word was exchanged between us during our
walk to the health club.  Mei-Lien was struggling with her own
conflicting emotions, and I was content to let deal with them on her
own.

I was relieved to find that her mood had brightened by the time that
we reached our destination.  Once inside, it was clear that she was
familiar with the routine.  Without hesitation, Mei-Lien approached
the front desk and signed us in.  Handing me a towel, she escorted me
to the door of the men's locker room and headed for the women's.
Because she only had to remove her coat to be ready, Mei-Lien was
waiting for me when I emerged.  She was already the object of admiring
stares, and she was anxious to have me as a buffer between her and her
admirers.

``How should we proceed from here?  Knowing that it is the point of
this experiment, I have been standing here with my arms at my sides so
that there will be nothing between me and the eyes which have been
glued to my front.  I will not deny that I am sexually excited by the
attention which I have attracted, but it has taken all my will power
to not retreat back into the locker room.  In the hope that I will be
less self-conscious when I am a moving target, I suggest that we begin
by following the standard circuit, progressing from one machine to the
next.''

Mei-Lien's suggestion struck me as reasonable.  Although she was
correct that in motion her body would be harder to scrutinize, she was
wrong that she would feel less embarrassed.  Indeed, several of the
machines seemed specifically designed to put her on display.  Of
these, she found the ones which exercised her pectoral and upper leg
muscles the most challenging.  Each repetition on the pectoral machine
required her to literally thrust her chest forward in a way that
stretched the thin material of her leotard so that the shape of her
breasts and their turgid nipples were brought into stark relief.
Maybe even more embarrassing to her was the exhibition she was giving
while working the muscles in her groin.  Spread to the sides, her legs
framed but did nothing to hide her crotch and the absence of anything
between the material of tightly drawn her leotard and the most
intimate part of her female anatomy, a fact which became increasingly
apparent as her own sweat welded her leotard to her skin.

By the time that we completed the circuit, we were both bathed in
sweat.  As Mei-Lien was well aware, her damp leotard had become little
more than a second skin which did nothing but heighten the appeal of
what lay beneath.  Feeling that she might have had enough and not
wanting to push her too far beyond her accustomed limits, I asked her
whether she wanted to leave.

``No, not quite yet.  Before going, I want these people know to how it
is that the body which they have been ogling was produced.  For this
purpose, you can have me do a homework assignment on the mats in the
corner.  I leave the choice of assignment up to you, but you should
not spare me just because we will undoubtedly have an attentive
audience.''

Without waiting for me to reply, Mei-Lien headed for the mats and lay
down on her back.  Kneeling at her side, I had her raise her shoulders
and legs so that she could bring her body into a tight ball by locking
her arms behind her knees.  Although this position meant that her
breasts would be out of sight, it focused attention on her tightly
stretched muscles on the back of her thighs and the folds produced in
her leotard where it adhered to her vulva.

``Mei-Lien, you are to release your legs, spread them and your arms as
far as possible, and keep them spread until I tell you can resume the
position in which you are now.  I will have you repeat this exercise
ten times, varying the length of time you are to stay spread so that
you will not be able to anticipate when you will be allowed to
relax.''

Before beginning, through gritted teeth Mei-Lien told me,

``I should have known that you would not spare either my body or my
modesty.  Nonetheless, your wish is my command, and so I will do your
bidding.''

So saying, Mei-Lien spread her arms and legs, knowing that she was
thereby presenting every facet of her body to anyone who bothered to
look.  As I had promised, I made her repeat this act of
self-immolation ten times, sometimes making her hold her splayed pose
for as much as half a minute but usually relenting much sooner.
Although she was showing nothing that she had not revealed earlier,
she was now doing so while static, a fact which not only enhanced the
image for her viewers but also deprived her of any alternative but to
think about the salacious image to which she was treating those
viewers.

Even before we left the health club, I could tell that Mei-Lien was
extremely agitated.  Had she not been hugging my arm to her body as we
walked along, I would have been worried that she was angry at me for
having forced her too far outside of her comfort zone.  If Mei-Lien
had been angry at me, I recognized that she would have had just cause.
She may have been the one who actually arranged our visit to the
health club, but I had been the one who put the idea in her mind and
the one who made sure that during the visit there would be a total
suspension of her modesty.  Thus I was relieved and pleased that anger
at me did not appear to be the explanation for her agitated state.

Not until we had returned and Mei-Lien was lying naked on my bed,
after both of us had taken much needed showers, did I learn what was
on her mind.  Raising herself to her knees so that she could see her
reflection in my bedroom mirror, she cupped her hands under her
breasts and gently applied her thumbs to the tips of her nipples.
Obviously proud of the fact that her nipples had remained just as hard
as they had been when I prepared them for their debut at the gym, a
smile of satisfaction spread across Mei-Lien's face.

``Today you helped me to remove the last vestige of doubt which I had
about my body.  For the first time in my life, I know that I am an
attractive woman whose body is an asset to be enjoyed by herself and
those with whom she chooses to share it.  At the same time as I
recognize that I am not and never will be an Hollywood idol, I realize
that my body has the capacity to attract the attention that I desire.
In fact, I have learned that it can attract more attention than I
want, but that that is a price which I, like every other seductive
woman, should be willing to pay.''

Amused by Mei-Lien's outburst, I decided it was the right moment to
tell her about and introduce her to the surprise which I had for her.

``I am glad that you have learned to appreciate your body and the
pleasure that displaying it can give you.  In anticipation of this
turn of events, I bought you a pedestal.  If you look in the corner
next to my bureau, you will see a package.  Go and take a look at what
it contains.''

Like an excited child, Mei-Lien hopped off the bed to fetch the
package.  After unwrapping and examining it, she turned to me with a
quizzical expression on her face.  I could not tell whether she really
unable to figure out how she might use what was obviously a replica of
a penis mounted on a sturdy base or whether she was just too
embarrassed to admit that she understood its purpose all to well.  In
either case, I thought it best to tell her why had given it to her.

``Because our relationship requires that you spend most of your
evenings alone, I thought that you might appreciate having some of the
advantages of male companionship available to you at your apartment.
There is a large variety of devises, known as dildos, made for that
purpose.  In fact, there is evidence that the dildo is a Chinese
invention, and certainly some of the more ingeniously designed ones
come from either China or Japan.  The one which I have given you is
somewhat different from most.  Most dildos are intended to be used
while lying in bed, but, as you can see, that is not the way this one
is to be used.  Instead, it is to be placed on the floor and inserted
by the woman squatting over it until it is fully embedded in her
vagina.  Once it is, she has several options.  If she wants to have it
move in and out, she should continue to squat so that she can control
its depth.  If, on the other hand, she wants a more subtle experience,
she can arrange her legs so that she can enjoy having its presence
while she is engaged in other activities.  My own thought was that
your yoga training should allow you to accommodate it in a number of
positions while on the phone with me.  I am confident that we can
incorporate it into your homework assignments, and I hope that doing
so will create a new source of pleasure for you while doing your
assignments.  Would you like to take what might be called a `maiden
voyage' on it?''

Having learned its function, Mei-Lien was ready to try out her
present.  After dragging it to the rug next to my bed, she squatted so
that she was straddling the prong, making sure that its tip rested
against the entrance to her vagina before slowly lowering herself onto
the shaft.  As she absorbed the shaft into her body, she raised her
head so that I could watch on her face her response to her impalement.
Although the prong was no larger than a normal human penis and was
encased in a layer of soft, rubbery material, it was less malleable
than a living penis.  As a consequence, Mei-Lien had to give her
vagina time to adjust as she proceeded, and several minutes elapsed
before it had disappeared into her depths.  When it had, the look on
Mei-Lien's face was one of satisfaction.  However, it was obvious that
she was waiting for advise about what to do next.

``Because I hope that a dildo is not the only visitor which your body
will have today, and because I want to know what I am missing and
should be picturing while you are perched on your dildo while talking
to me on the phone, I think that you should assume one of the
positions which I will ask you to take while doing your homework.
Namely, without dislodging the dildo, maneuver yourself so that you
can sit on your haunches with your legs folded on either side.  I had
you sit like this on a previous visit, and so I know that you can do
so in reasonable comfort.  After you are on your haunches, I want you
to straighten your back and place your hands on the back of your neck.
That position will not only afford me an unobstructed view, it will
also shift your entire weight onto the object on which you are
impaled.  I think that you will enjoy the mild stretching this imposes
on your internal organs, and I believe you will discover that your new
toy has virtues which you have not yet noticed.''
 
The contortions required to maneuver herself into the prescribed
position gave me the opportunity to admire once again what a fine body
Mei-Lien possessed.  When she was at last seated on her haunches and
before she clasped her hands behind her neck, she used her fingers to
part her hair into two thick strands, draping one strand over each
shoulder and arranging them into black veils through which her pert
breasts peeked.  No oriental potentate had ever been treated to a more
seductive sight of the woman he was about to bed.  Seated as she was,
Mei-Lien's succulent buttock bunched beneath her and brought a
pleasing plumpness to her hips.  At the same time, her inner thighs
pressed together in a way which both hid and drew attention to the
mysterious region which lay at their junction.  Clearly pleased by the
image which she had created, a coy smile spread across her face.

``I believe that I have discovered one of virtues which you said my
toy has.  Burying itself into my vulva is a strategically placed bump
which not only holds me open but also applies pressure to my clitoris.
I do not know if it is capable of bringing me to orgasm, but it is
more than sufficient to be a serious distraction when I supposed to be
doing my homework assignments.''

Much as I was enjoying the sight of Mei-Lien deriving pleasure from
her toy, I became concerned when her facial expression indicated that
she was well on her way to finding out whether her new toy could
induce an orgasm, at which point I decided that, before she did find
out, it was in my own best interest to have her maiden voyage come to
an end.

``My dear Mei-Lien, I hate to disturb your reverie, but I think that I
had better interrupt you before you learn to prefer your dildo to the
real thing.  Thus, I would like you to stop what you are doing long
enough to have me replace your toy as the object to which you are
making love.''

After extracting herself from her perch, Mei-Lien straddled my supine
body, where, after inserting my penis into her recently vacated
vagina, she assumed the same position which she had held on her dildo.

``Your jealousy is gratifying but unnecessary.  I prefer the real
thing to the fake, especially when the real thing is attached to
you.''

In view of the sexually charged day which we had spent, it is not
surprising that our climax arrived quickly and that it left both of us
drained.  For what remained of the day, we lay in bed, satisfied to
bask in the proximity of our bodies without more explicitly sexual
contact.  Sometime after midnight, Mei-Lien prepared for her departure
while I found a container in which she could convey her toy without
having it being evident what she was carrying.  In the end, my
solution was to put it into a nondescript box and call a taxi so that
she would not have to hassle with it on public transport.

The introduction of her new toy resulted in some changes in our
evening phone conversations.  Wanting Mei-Lien to think of her time on
the dildo as a reward for her efforts, I would put her through a
calisthenics beforehand.  Only after she had completed a strenuous
workout was she allowed to take her ride on the dildo, and even after
she had mounted the dildo I found ways to continue her exercises.  For
example, while seated on it as she had been in my bedroom, I would
sometimes have her improve her posture by balancing a book on her
head.  Alternatively, I would make her exercise her shoulders and arms
by having her raise her arms to the side and rotating them while
holding some weights in her hands.  At the same time, I took the
opportunity to tone her internal musculature.  Specifically, while
mounted on the dildo I made her alternate between clamping her vaginal
muscles around it and allowing the dildo to penetrate her to the
maximum depth when her vagina relaxed.

Wanting to provide some variety, I also encouraged Mei-Lien to explore
the versatility of her toy.  After she had become accustomed to having
it vertically inside her, I taught her how to take advantage of its
flexibility.  Although the shaft itself was rigid, its attachment to
the base was elastic, affording considerable latitude in the angle at
which it could be lodged inside its client.  Knowing this possibility,
I had Mei-Lien begin by taking the dildo inside her while she was
kneeling astride it.  Once it was fully embedded, I told her to,
without dislodging the dildo, lean back until her body formed an arch
anchored at one end by the dildo and supported at the other by her
head.  My intention was to make her experience the intense sexual
excitement which the pressure on the front of front wall of her vagina
would produce and at the same time the equally intense strain which
her position would impose on her abdominal muscles, and, from her
sound of her labored breathing over the phone, I knew that I had
succeeded.

I could easily imagine how beautiful she must have looked as these
conflicting sensations coursed through her body, but I wanted to make
sure that she too would appreciate the appeal of a female body being
sexually aroused and simultaneously made to maintain a pose in which
that arousal has to compete with acute physical strain.

``Mei-Lien, because I know that you cannot see yourself in the mirror,
I want you to examine your body with your hands and tell me what they
learn about its state.  I assume that your breasts have been flattened
into pancakes, but I would like to know whether the training which we
have given your nipples enables them to remain erect nonetheless.  If
they are not, I want you to admonish them by pulling on them until
are.  Once you have made sure that your nipples are performing as they
should, let your hands drift down to your bowed tummy and palpate the
tightly stretched muscles beneath.  I assume that the valley around
your navel has almost disappeared, but I am hoping that your present
position will have made the crease in the muscles of your lower belly
more pronounced than it was even during your performance at the health
club.''

After a couple of minute pause, Mei-Lien reported what she had
learned.

``My nipples are in full bloom, sticking more than half an inch out
from my flattened breasts.  Nonetheless, just to make certain that
they would continue to stay erect, I tugged on them hard enough to
make them both rigidly erect and a little tender.  Lower down, my
abdominal muscles are stretched into two smooth sheets which run from
my pelvis to my ribcage with a deter in the vicinity of my belly
button, which, for the first time I can remember, has emerged from its
customary residence and is protruding slightly from my belly.  I am
pleased to say that, as they pass over my lower belly, these sheets
are separated by a distinct indentation which starts at the apex of my
pelvic bone and extends all the way to my navel.  Thus, I believe that
you would find that my pose appeals to your sense of aesthetics.  In
addition, I am sure that you would enjoy witnessing struggle I am
having to maintain this pose while the dildo is buried inside me in a
way which, under other circumstances, could easily precipitate an
orgasm.  I believe that the region where it is pressing is sometimes
called the `G-spot,' and I can now attest to the insidious efficacy of
pressure applied to that the region.  Just how long do you plan to
make me endure this state of suspended fulfillment in this diabolical
position?''

``You are to continue for another five minutes.  After the training
which we have given it, your fine body is capable of great endurance
and can only benefit from the sort of strain that it is under.  In
addition, I want to broaden your sexual horizons by teaching you about
the bittersweet joy of frustration that comes from purposefully
denying your body the gratification that it craves.  It should excite
you to consider the irony of the situation in which you are to spend
the next five minutes.  On the one hand, you have mounted yourself on
an instrument whose sole purpose is to make your body want to achieve
orgasm.  On the other hand, you have assumed a position in which
orgasm is unlikely, if not impossible.  I think that the time will
pass more quickly if you allow yourself to become immersed in the
contemplation of your own self-immolation.''

My response was greeted by a hushed, plaintive groan over the phone.
However, Mei-Lien did stay bowed backward over the dildo for the full
five minutes.  Before hanging up, she expressed her gratitude for been
made to experience this perverse form of pleasure and demurely hinted
that, before going to sleep, she might have to take steps to relieve
her residual excitement and frustration.  I told her that she was
welcome to both the experience she had had as well as the pleasure she
would derive from relieving its consequences.

When Mei-Lien and I made love the following Saturday, she insisted on
demonstrating both the ease with which could arch her body back and the
control which she was developing over her vaginal muscles.  Straddling
my hips with my penis deep inside, a slightly cruel smile spread over
her face when she told me what she planned to do.

``You have taught me to appreciate how pleasure can be enhanced when
it is spiced with a little suffering, and I feel obliged to
reciprocate by giving you that experience as well.  As you can tell,
my vaginal muscles are much stronger as a result of the calisthenics
which you have been making them perform, and, as you are about to find
out, my torso is much more limber.  To demonstrate both the strength
of my vaginal muscles and the flexibility of my torso, I want you to
spread your legs and put your hands behind the back of your head.  I
will then assume the position which you have made me take while
clasping the dildo inside me, only this time it will be your penis
which which plays the role of the dildo.  If nothing else, we will
learn whether the prong attached to you is as pliable as the one
attached to the toy which you gave me.''

As soon as I spread my legs, Mei-Lien leaned back and slowly lowered
herself into the valley between them.  As she did so, I could feel the
grip which she had on my penis tighten, holding it captive inside her
vagina and forcing it to bend until it was horizontal by the time that
her head touched the bed.  In the process, her face and most of
Mei-Lien's body disappeared, and so I found myself confronted by the
arc of her bowed belly which appeared to emerge out of the tangle of
our pubic hair.  Intriguing as I found this sight, my attention soon
turned to the painfully distorted position in which my distended penis
found itself.  My entire genital region, including my testicles, was
under enormous strain, and Mei-Lien was intent on its remaining so.
From the direction of her invisible head, I heard the sentence which I
had imposed on her read back to me.

``I am going to keep your penis bent as it is for five minutes.  I
suspect that your distress will increase with time, but you should try
to console yourself by immersing yourself 'in the contemplation of
your own self-immolation.'  That is the advise which you gave me.  It
was good advise, and it is the advise which I am now giving you.''

Each time that a pulse of excitement caused my penis to pulse inside
its cage, Mei-Lien responded by bearing down harder, increasing my
excitement and causing a sharp twinge of pain to radiate through my
groin.  Resigned to my fate, I attempted to remain absolutely still
and seek solace in the way that Mei-Lien had suggested.  Nonetheless,
I did not succeed in making the time pass quickly, and I was humbled
by the relief I felt when she finally rose and allowed my persecuted
organ to return to a vertical position.

With a look of feigned concern on her face, Mei-Lien asked if she had
caused serious damage, but when I trust deep inside her, she concluded
that maybe it was the possibility of damage to her own body about
which she ought to worry.

As we cuddled together recovering from our excesses, I once again
brought up the idea of our going shopping for lingerie.  I knew that
Mei-Lien's confidence and pride in her looks had done nothing but
increase since the last time that I mentioned this possibility, and we
both knew how much she was excited by exhibiting her body in
circumstances when she was not in control.  Thus, I thought it would
not hurt to replant the idea in her mind and have her think about it
during the upcoming week. Although she did not respond directly to my
suggestion, the frisson of excitement which I felt course through her
recumbent frame indicated that the seed had found fertile ground in
which was likely to germinate.