Sculpting Mei-Lien, part 8
                               
                               by anon1940

From the frequency with which Mei-Lien brought it up during our
telephone conversations the next week, it was clear that the shopping
trip which I had proposed was very much on her mind.  After she had
completed the more physically demanding portion of her exercises and
had assumed the pose which I specified she adopt on her dildo, she
would ask for more details about what she should expect if she were to
agree to join me on such an excursion.  Admitting that I was not
entirely sure myself what to expect, I hedged my responses by telling
her what I hoped would happen.  For the most part, I emphasized the
psychological aspects of the experience which I wanted her to have.
Specifically, I talked about her accepting the role of an inanimate
object which is being appraised and molded by strangers who would have
little or no interest in her as a person and whose only goal would be
to enhance the aesthetic and sexual appeal of the object on which they
were working.

I knew that my answers would make Mei-Lien grapple with conflicting
emotions.  On the one hand, the idea of having her body the focus of
attention appealed to her narcissism.  On the other hand, the idea of
so thoroughly abrogating control over what was done to her body gave
her pause.  Having not been indoctrinated by western feminist
propaganda, she was not adverse to allowing her body to be a source of
sexual and aesthetic pleasure for others, but she was reluctant to
expose herself to humiliation and wanted assurance that, should she
feel the need, she would be able to protect herself from having her
dignity comprised.  I tried to allay her fears by explaining that I
would never purposefully put her in the hands of anyone who would not
respect her sense of propriety and that I would not hesitate to
intervene in the event that she was being subjected to inappropriate
behavior.  At the same time, I pointed out that some humiliation was
an integral part of the experience which I intended for her to have
and that it would be an essential ingredient in the excitement which I
hoped she would derive from that experience.  Knowing Mei-Lien as well
as I did, I knew that this warning would both pique her interest and
increase her reluctance, and I savored the picture I imagined of her
mobile features reflecting the mixed emotions she would have as she
sat on her dildo while she considered my words.

In spite her growing fascination with the idea, Mei-Lien postponed her
decision until the last moment.  Then, as our conversation on Friday
evening was about to end, she agreed to my proposition and told me
that she would go shopping for lingerie with me the following
afternoon and that I should spend the morning locating the sort of
store which we had been discussing.  Fortunately, I had already done
some preliminary research and had found the addresses of several
potentially suitable establishments.  Thus, I spent a rather
embarrassing Saturday morning going from one lingerie store to
another.  At each I had to explain my mission, an explanation which
was usually greeted with skepticism combined with the suspicion that I
was simply trying to sneak a peak at their sometimes less than fully
clad clientele.  Finally I found what I was looking for.  Its windows
tastefully displayed a variety of female undergarments and negligees,
and on the door there was a sign advertising that custom made items
could be ordered.  When I entered, I was greeted by an elegantly
dressed woman who, after hearing what I was seeking, told me that I
had arrived at my destination.  Ushering me to the back of the store,
she opened the door to a large dressing room which was fully carpeted
and sumptuously furnished.  Its walls were covered by full length
mirrors, and at its center there was a square dais situated under an
array of spotlights.  Facing the dais was a comfortable looking
armchair in which she invited me to sit while she explained to me the
services which would be available.  By the time that she was finished,
I was convinced that she and her establishment were devoted to the
appreciation of the female anatomy and well acquainted with techniques
that can be employed to enhance its natural beauty.  More than
satisfied, I told her that I would return at 2PM, accompanied by
someone whose body I hoped she and her staff would find worthy of
their attention.

I called Mei-Lien to tell her to get to my apartment by 1:30 so that
we would not be late for our appointment.  Punctual as always, she
arrived in time to show me, before we left, how she had groomed and
dressed herself for the occasion.  Under her coat she wore a
traditional Chinese gown, the kind which wraps around and enfolds its
occupant from head to toe in silk.  The material had an attractive,
slightly off white color which complemented the tawny color of
Mei-Lien complexion.  A cloth hairband of the same color was
positioned at the back of her head so that her thick, straight hair
would flow over her right shoulder and cascade down her front in an
alluring swath of black which was in dramatic contrast to the color of
material on which it rested.  Looking at her, I began to doubt whether
such perfection could be improved upon, but I knew that, having made
up her mind, Mei-Lien was not to be dissuaded from seeing our plan
through to the end.  Thus, after expressing my admiration for her
choice of decor and planting a warm kiss on her beaming face, I
bundled her back into her coat, took her by the hand, and headed out
the door with my exquisitely attired, exotic companion in tow.

As soon as we entered the store I had chosen, the proprietress greeted
me and asked our names while ushering us into the dressing room which
she had shown me earlier.  With a natural authority which was not
offensive but brooked no opposition, she took command.  After taking
our coats and indicating that I was to sit in the armchair, she led
Mei-Lien to the dais and had her stand at its center.  She then
stepped back to survey her subject with a well trained, critical eye.
Mei-Lien was understandably nervous, but her anxiety was somewhat
alleviated by the smile of approval on the countenance of the elegant
woman who was appraising her.  Once she had completed her initial
inspection, she introduced herself and gave her opinion.

``My name is Madame Deville, but you can call me Camille.  As you can
tell from my accent, I was raised in France, where I received my
education and was trained as a corsetiere.  I have practiced the art
of corsetry for many years, but it is rare for me to have the
opportunity to practice it on a customer whose body has the range of
possibilities that Mei-Lien's has.  I would like to begin by
concentrating on the appearance of Mei-Lien's bust.  In order to
conform with traditional Chinese ideas about a woman's breasts,
Mei-Lien's breasts should be bound so that they lie flat against her
chest and do not interrupt the smooth line of her clothes.  Even
though I do not entirely agree with this aesthetic principle, I would
like to experiment with Mei-Lien's breasts by binding them and seeing
how she looks when they are less prominent.''

Although Mei-Lien was standing directly in front of Mei-Lien, Camille
addressed these remarks to me, as if Mei-Lien's opinions were
irrelevant.  Proceeding on the assumption I concurred with, or at
least did not object to, her plan, Camille joined Mei-Lien on the dais
and began by loosening the folds of material around Mei-Lien's neck
and shoulders so that she could lower them.  Because of her years of
experience with various forms of female garb, Camille had no
difficulty first unwrapping Mei-Lien's upper torso and then removing
her bra, leaving Mei-Lien naked from the waist up.  Throughout, the
expression on Mei-Lien's face remained passive and gave no hint of her
emotions, but her bared nipples gave irrefutable evidence of her
growing excitement.  The training which they had been receiving for
the past few weeks had turned Mei-Lien's nipples into highly accurate
indicators of her sexual arousal, and the signal which they were
broadcasting was unambiguous.  Standing only inches from these little
beacons, Camille watched as they blossomed into solid pegs of,
considering the modest size of the breasts from which they sprung,
surprising length and bulk.  Enchanted, Camille first gently captured
the turgid stems of Mei-Lien's nipples between her thumbs and
forefingers and then leaned forward to take a closer look at both them
and the puckered disks of reddish flesh at their bases.

``Now that I see what potentially valuable assets Mei-Lien's nipples
could become if properly displayed, I have second thoughts about
hiding them.  On the other hand, it would be a shame not to take
advantage of the way she is dressed and not bind them while she is
still wearing this outfit, and so I will not alter my plan.  My
experience with the female anatomy makes me confident that, once they
are unbound, her breasts will, if anything, be more beautiful and her
nipples will quickly resume their present state.''

I knew that Mei-Lien would be disturbed by the possibly prurient
interpretation of such intimate examination and discussion of her
breasts by another woman.  However, because Camille's interest was
primarily professional and only secondarily sexual, I made no move to
intervene.  Indeed, Camille was introducing Mei-Lien to exactly the
sort of ambiguity which I had intended her to have: the experience she
was having was sexually charged for her but not for the person
responsible for providing it, and, in spite of her excitement, she was
expected to remain the passive recipient of whatever that person chose
to do.  Furthermore, even when Camille left us alone for a few
minutes, Mei-Lien voiced no objections and seemed ready to play her
part in Camille's experiment.

Upon her return, Camille was accompanied by a pretty young woman who
was one of her assistants.  Both women stepped onto the dais, the
assistant standing in back of Mei-Lien and Camille in front.  Draped
over Camille's left arm was a bolt of soft cotton cloth, which was
about a foot wide and rolled into a cylinder like a large surgical
bandage.  After asking Mei-Lien to gather her hair and clasp it in her
hands on top her head, Camille handed her assistant one edge of the
cloth and had her hold it firmly against Mei-Lien's back, between her
shoulder blades.  Turning the cylinder so that it would unroll as she
went, Camille circled Mei-Lien's standing form, drawing the cloth
tight across Mei-Lien's breasts when she reached the place where her
aid held the end.  Before continuing along her circular route, Camille
transferred the cylinder to her assistant while she ran her hands
under Mei-Lien's raised arms to make sure that the flesh beneath the
cloth was not being pinched.  Of particular concern to her was the
position of Mei-Lien's breasts, which she spent a good deal of time
maneuvering so that they would be pressed upward as their binding
proceeded.  After making sure that all was well, Camille retrieved the
cylinder and made several circuits around Mei-Lien, tugging the cloth
tight on each turn and taking great care to flatten it wherever it
threatened to bunch.  Finally, she told Mei-Lien to lower her arms
while she anchored the binding in place by wrapping two much narrower
bands of cloth around Mei-Lien's mummified chest, one band running
just above and the other just below the place where Mei-Lien's breasts
had been prior to their incarceration.

When Camille and her assistant moved aside and I had an unobstructed
view, I was surprised how erotic I found the sight of Mei-Lien's bound
torso.  I had never before understood the attraction of androgynous
images, but I began to then.  Everything about Mei-Lien was distinctly
feminine, and yet there she stood with a torso which could have
belonged to a pre-pubescent boy.  Other than a slight swelling on her
chest, there was no hint that she possessed the breasts which I had
come to love, and yet the roundness of her limbs and hips, not to
mention the resigned expression on her face and the thick mane of
black hair slanting across her front, left no doubt that the figure on
the dais was that of a beautiful, mature woman.  This fact became even
more pronounced after Camille lifted the top portion of Mei-Lien's
dress back onto her shoulders and knelt down to open the bottom
portion so that one of Mei-Lien's legs was seductively exposed from
ankle to just below her crotch.

Coming over to my chair, Camille stood behind me and studied her
creation.

``I must admit that I like what I see better than I had thought I
would.  With her breasts bound, Mei-Lien resembles a statuette of a
Han era courtesan.  Both her face and figure conform to that era's
aesthetic ideals.  Of course, to complete the picture, her hair should
be quaffed and held by ivory pins on top of her head, but getting it
perfect would take quite a lot of time, time which I think can be
better spent in other ways.  Thus, if you agree, I propose that,
before moving on, we simply enjoy Mei-Lien as she is.  I will ask my
assistant to bring us some light refreshments to eat while we
appreciate our charming statuette.''

Several minutes later, Camille's assistant returned with a rolling
table on which there were two cups of coffee together with cream and
sugar and a plate of cookies.  Obviously well acquainted and
completely comfortable with the role of a hostess, Camille served me
my coffee and offered me cookies before serving herself.  For ten
minutes we viewed the object of our admiration, our reverie interrupt
only when, after several minutes, Camille approached Mei-Lien to
adjust her pose so that her head was bowed a little and her skirts so
that her inner side of her exposed thigh was more visible.

When the ten minutes had elapsed, Camille became restive and asked me
whether I was ready for her to try another experiment.  Much as I
enjoyed watching Mei-Lien play her role as a courtesan, I felt that it
was important to continue before she tired of her role and told
Camille that she should proceed.  Without further delay, Camille
stepped back onto the dais and began removing Mei-Lien's gown, this
time not stopping until it was completely off and lay in a circular
heap around Mei-Lien's feet.  Thus, for a brief period I was again
confronted by the image of Mei-Lien's body presented as a confusing
amalgam of male and female characteristics.  If I looked at her from
the waist down, what I saw was an invitingly softness which was
unmistakeably female.  If I raised my gaze to look at her upper body,
I saw the delicate, undeveloped frame of a teenage boy, albeit one
with flowing long hair and the facial features of a girl.  However, as
soon as Camille unwrapped the cloth binding them, Mei-Lien's breasts
sprang back into their usual conical shape and dispelled any ambiguity
about the sex of the body which I was beholding.

Anticipating Camille's needs, her assistant produced a tape measure
from her pocket and handed it to her boss.  Armed with the tape,
Camille measured every aspect of Mei-Lien's breasts.  Her measurements
not only included the usual determination of Mei-Lien's total
circumference but also measurements which, once again, caused Mei-Lien
some embarrassment.  For example, she measured and had her assistant
record in a little ledger the circumference of each cone at its base
as well as the diameter of Mei-Lien's aereolae and the length of her
nipples.  Although Camille was all business, these measurements
required her to take considerable liberties with Mei-Lien's breasts.
In response, a progressively deeper blush spread across Mei-Lien's
face as she watched and felt her breasts being manipulated by a woman
whom she did not know and for whom only her body was of any interest.
 
As she had been earlier, Camille was fascinated by Mei-Lien's nipples,
which, if anything, appeared longer and more erect than they had been
before her breasts had been bound.  With her hands cupped around their
base, she tested the mobility of Mei-Lien's breasts by wobbling them
up and down and to the side.

``Her breasts have hardly any need of support, and nothing should be
done that would mask their natural shape.  For this reason, I suggest
a bra that will mold itself to their shape rather than one which molds
them to its shape.  In addition, I think that she should have at least
one bra which leaves her nipples uncovered.  That way her nipples will
be visible under a sweater or a summer dress, not to mention available
should you want to improve their appearance with a little stimulation.
After you choose a bra which you like, we can design openings which
will not only allow her nipples to stick through the cups but will
also help them to stay erect by applying subtle pressure on the
periphery of her aereolae.''

Camille's opinions about Mei-Lien's breasts were very much my own, and
so I was happy to let her follow instincts.  While we were waiting for
her assistant to bring in a selection of bras, I told Camille about
the training which was at least partially responsible for the
prominence of Mei-Lien's nipples.  As I described their training,
Camille could not resist the urge to examine them with her fingers.
Holding her hands so that her palms grazed against the points of
Mei-Lien's nipples, she pressed her fingertips into the soft flesh of
the aereolae and drew them along Mei-Lien's rigid teats in very much
the same way as one would milk a cow.  Each time her fingers reached
the tips of Mei-Lien's nipples, Mei-Lien rose to her toes as Camille
closed her fingers around the distended stalks and gave them a little
tug before beginning again.  Thus, by the time that Camille's
assistant returned, Mei-Lien was in a state of considerable excitement
and her nipples protruded almost an inch from her breasts.

Knowing the style and dimensions required, Camille's assistant had
been able to make an intelligent choice of bras for us to select from.
All of them were of light construction with cups made out of material
which was so thin that it was nearly translucent.  Some of them had
shoulder straps, others were strapless; some had a clasp in back,
others in front.  One by one, Camille explained the virtues of each
model after putting it on Mei-Lien's breasts.  During her
explanations, she would often make adjustments which included intimate
probing of the breasts under the cups to make sure that Mei-Lien's
nipples were displayed to their best advantage.  When she was
satisfied that a bra was holding Mei-Lien's breasts in the way it was
designed to, Camille would ask me for my opinion, but she never asked
Mei-Lien for hers.  Because I always admired the contours of
Mei-Lien's shoulders and liked to see her dressed in a way which left
them bare, I chose two models of strapless bras, one of which clasped
in the front and the other in back.  The cups of the one with the
clasp in front was composed of strands which were oriented to run from
the band at the base of the breast and converge as they approached the
nipple, leaving gaps through which one got glimpses of the flesh
beneath.  The other one was less revealing but better suited for the
sort of surgery which Camille had in mind.

After I had made my selection, Camille asked her assistant to bring
the person who would create the openings for Mei-Lien's nipples.  A
couple of minutes later, a somewhat disheveled, middle aged man turned
up.  Like Mei-Lien, he was obviously of Chinese origin, but unlike her
he seemed to have resisted the influence of his adopted country.
Specifically, although he made no audible comment, the expression on
his face clearly indicated his disapproval of a Chinese girl standing
nearly naked to have her bra tailored so that her nipples would be
exposed.  Noting his expression, a cloud of anxiety passed over
Mei-Lien's own face, but she quickly regained her composure and even
seemed to counter his disapproval by thrusting her breasts forward and
assuming a defiant stance with her legs spread and her head held high.
Even after stepping onto the dais, the tailor was so short that his
face and Mei-Lien's breasts were at the same height.  As a result, the
two of them made a sight which, depending on ones predisposition, was
either hilariously comic, wonderfully obscene, or both.

Whatever ones response to this odd juxtaposition of the frailty of age
with the bounty of youth, one could not but admire the skill which the
tailor brought to his task.  Using a marker, he traced circles on the
cups, following the outer edge of Mei-Lien's aereolae which were
covered by but nonetheless tantalizingly visible through gauzy
material.  I had assumed that he would remove the bra once he had made
his trace, but I was wrong.  Instead, he put the marker back into his
pocket and withdrew one of those blades that are used by sculptors to
make precise incisions in clay.  Holding the blade in his fingers, he
placed its point on one of circles he had just drawn and carefully
drew it along the curve, applying just enough pressure to cut the
material without cutting the flesh beneath.  I could see Mei-Lien's
understandable fear written on her face while she watched the man whom
she had offended wield the blade, but she made no attempt to move her
breast out of harms way and stood stock still while she watched the
tailor perform his delicate operation.  His work was so precise that
it was not until Camille brushed aside the cloth disks which he had
cut that Mei-Lien's nipples appeared through the circular windows that
he had created.  The tailor looked quite startled by the dark pink
stalks that he had released and were now staring him straight the
face, but he did not step down from the dais until Camille took the
bra off Mei-Lien and handed it to him, at which point he tucked it
under his arm and left the room without having spoken a word during
his entire visit.

Wearing nothing but her panties, Mei-Lien was once again left standing
on the dais under the spotlights.  The heat from the spotlights
combined with her growing excitement had produced a thin layer of
moisture which glowed on the surface of her skin.  Having no way to
relieve her pent-up sexual desires and anticipating that further
frustration lay ahead, she was having great difficulty maintaining the
poise which she knew was expected of her.  Thus, she was grateful to
have Camille distract her by initiating the next stage in her program
to improve her appearance.  Armed with a tape, Camille began by
measuring Mei-Lien's midriff.  Her first measurement was taken just
below her breasts and was followed by measurements which descended
down her torso in two inch steps all the way to the place where her
upper thighs bulged out at the tops of her legs.  When she reached
Mei-Lien's hips, Camille dropped to her knees and pressed one end of
the tape directly Mei-Lien's mons and used it as a pivot while she
made three symmetrically placed measurements the distance be
Mei-Lien's crotch and waist.  These measurements were followed by
detailed measurements from the rear of Mei-Liens buttock and finally
one measurement with the tape running along the the channel connecting
Mei-Lien's coccyx in back to the apex of her pelvis in the front.  As
before, the data was recorded by her assistant who stood patiently by
the side of the dais with her pen and ledger, and, as before, the
intimacy of Camille's activity caused Mei-Lien to blush.

Stepping down from the dais, Camille examined the ledger with knitted
brow before issuing her verdict.

``It will come as no news to you that she does not have an hourglass
figure.  Further, although her abdominal muscles are well toned, I
doubt if there is any corset which would give her one: her frame is
too compact and her hips are too narrow for her to have anything
approaching a wasp waist.  On the other hand, she has a deliciously
rounded belly which could be molded in various ways by a corset.
Depending on your tastes, you could choose to either minimize or
exaggerate her tummy.  Minimization could be accomplished by a corset
which has a hard panel that would press against her belly and force
her to keep it flat.  To exaggerate it, I would start by cinching her
midriff with a corset which extended from just below her breasts to
her waist, leaving her tummy bare.  With her waist nipped in, her
belly would swell out below, creating a pleasing concave contour under
anything she was wearing.  Whatever you choose to do with her belly, I
strongly recommend that you do something with her buttock.  Asian
women have a compact buttock.  Aside from artificial padding, which I
assume you do not want to employ, one can enhance the shape and
prominence of a woman's buttock with a strategically placed strap.
The most effective method is to attach a strap, secured by D-rings
sewn into the lower edge of the corset, which runs between her legs
and bisects the cheeks of her buttock, spreading them apart.  Properly
designed, such a strap can be a source of pleasure for its wearer
since, when correctly fitted, it spreads not only the buttock but also
the labia.  In fact, the stimulation of these erogenous zones can be
increased by installing beads or other protuberances along the strap
so that they press against the clitoris and, if desired, the anus or
other sensitive spots as well.''

All the time she was explaining the options available for altering
Mei-Lien's figure, Camille's hands roved over the figure under
consideration.  While praising the contour of Mei-Lien's belly, she
ran her hands along its pantie clad surface.  When she described the
panel with which that rounded belly could be flattened, she braced
Mei-Lien with one hand on her lower back and pressed her other hand
hard against the tummy whose contours would be tamed.  Finally, while
describing the strap that would spread the cheeks of Mei-Lien's
buttock apart, Camille traced the path it would follow, running a
finger along its route all the way from start to finish.  I could see
Mei-Lien shudder as she felt Camille's finger probe first the crevice
in her buttock and then the one between her labia.

Like a waitress who has just described the dishes available in a
restaurant, Camille waited for me to choose what I wanted.  Because I
had always considered the roundness of Mei-Lien's tummy to one of her
greatest physical assets, I had no trouble reaching my decision and
expressed my strong preference for enhancing rather than diminishing
that roundness, a preference which Camille seemed to share and
approve.  As for the crotch strap, I admitted that I no experience
with such a device but was interested in learning if it was effective
in either of the ways she had advertised.  As soon as I had made my
wishes known, Camille dispatched her trusty assistant to bring the
items requested and asked whether I wanted another round of
refreshments.  I might have accepted had I not been distracted by the
reappearance of the tailor carrying the specially modified bra on
which he had been working.  Instead of disappearing after handing it
to Camille, he remained standing in front of Mei-Lien.  He might still
disapprove of her exposed breasts, but his professional pride made him
intent on seeing how her nipples would look under the bra he had
crafted.  Taking the bra, Camille positioned it over Mei-Lien's
waiting breasts and reached under her arms to fasten it behind.  She
then took a step back to get a better view.

During its absence, the bra had acquired an additional accessories.
Around the rim of each hole there was now a pocket through which a
circular ring of hard material had been threaded.  Besides
guaranteeing that the material next to the holes would not tear, these
rings were cleverly designed so that they would exert a steady
pressure on the boundary between the flesh contained under what
remained of the cups and the flesh which extruded through the holes
which had been cut.  Not entirely satisfied with their initial
position, Camille grabbed Mei-Lien's nipples and manipulated them
until they were symmetrically placed within the holes and the
periphery of her aereolae lay under the unyielding material lining the
edge of the holes.  When Camille moved aside, I could appreciate how
cleverly designed the bra was: without altering the natural shape of
Mei-Lien's breasts, it focused attention on her nipples which it
prevented from retreating and gave no alternative but to accept their
mandatory celebrity.

Having learned that his creation was performing as intended, the
tailor left the room at the same moment as Camille's assistant
returned with the waist cinching corset and crotch strap.  Both items
were more complicated than I had anticipated.  At first I thought that
corset was entirely suede, but when Camille held it up I realized that
it consisted of two layers, the outer one made of suede and the inner
one of a satiny liner.  According to Camille, suede is the ideal
material out of which to construct a corset: it is strong enough to
assert the required control and at the same pliant enough to mold
rather than crush the flesh under its control.  However, it has the
disadvantage that it loses its pliancy when exposed to moisture and
therefore must be kept away from the sweat which a tightly cinched
torso will inevitably produces.  For this reason, it is necessary to
line the inside of the corset with a material which will protect the
suede from direct contact with the body it is encasing.  In addition,
the existence of two layers makes it possible to discreetly embed the
corset stays so that their presence is apparent only to the person
whose figure they are shaping.

Before putting the corset on Mei-Lien, Camille signalled her assistant
to flick a switch that was on the wall next to the door.  The switch
activated a panel which opened in the ceiling directly above the dais,
and from this panel appeared a two foot bar which was held horizontal
by thin cables attached to its ends.  When the bar was a foot or so
above Mei-Lien's head, her assistant halted its descent, at which
point Camille instructed the bewildered Mei-Lien to grasp the bar with
both her hands.  In order to comply, she had to lift her heels off the
floor, and when Camille's assistant flicked the switch again to make
the bar rise a few inches, Mei-Lien was forced to stand on the tips of
her toes.

``As you see, making her hang onto the bar elongates her torso and
draws in her waist.  After I have cinched her inside the corset and
allow her to release the bar, the corset will prevent her rib cage and
waist from re-expanding.  As a result, her stomach will be forced into
the region below her waist where, even if she attempts to hold it
flat, it will protrude in a pleasingly voluptuous shape, not unlike
the tummy of a woman in the early stages of pregnancy.  I think that
you will appreciate and enjoy the contrast between the soft contours
of her breasts and lower belly and the rigorously disciplined band
separating those two unconstrained portions of her anatomy.''

While she was explaining the virtues of having Mei-Lien suspended from
the bar, Camille began wrapping the corset around Mei-Lien and drawing
on the sturdy laces which would determine its circumference.  The
elongation of Mei-Lien's torso and the concomitant diminution of her
diameter meant that, without too much tugging on the laces, Camille
could quickly affect the desired reduction of her waist.  In fact,
Mei-Lien had been grasping the bar for only a couple minutes when
Camille allowed her to let it go.  It was not until she released the
bar and once again was standing on her feet that Mei-Lien realized how
much compression the corset would impose on her body.  Initially,
because the corset compressed her ribcage, she had trouble breathing
until she learned to take frequent, short breaths and to provide room
for the air she drew in by allowing her diaphragm to press against her
stomach.  When she knew that she was no longer in danger of
suffocation, Mei-Lien lowered her head so that she could study the
alterations of her figure wrought by the corset, and what she saw was
a dramatic landscape of rolling hills and valleys formed out of
succulent female flesh.  With her ribcage bound, her breasts appeared
to be fuller and seemed to be defying anyone who looked at them not to
appreciate the turgid nipples with which they were crowned.  Looking
past her breasts and her tightly girdled waist, she encountered her
burgeoning lower belly and watched in wonder as it swelled and
contracted with each breath that she took.

Camille gave Mei-Lien barely enough time to acquaint herself with her
transformed figure before introducing her to the intriguing accessory
which would cause her the greatest embarrassment and, potentially, the
greatest carnal pleasure.  Standing behind Mei-Lien and positioning
her so that I would have a full frontal view, Camille hooked her
thumbs into the elastic band at the top of Mei-Lien's panties, which
she then lowered and had Mei-Lien step out of.  Heretofore, she had
successfully overcome her urge to protest her denuding, but, when
Camille revealed her pubis, Mei-Lien's her sense of propriety was
sufficiently offended that she instinctively cupped her hands over her
crotch in a belated attempt to preserve her modesty.  Amused by what,
under the circumstances, was a rather ridiculous act of prudery,
Camille gently grasped Mei-Lien's wrists and pulled her hands to the
side.  Camille then borrowed her own hands through the tunnel beneath
Mei-Lien's vulva and used them to prise open Mei-Lien's tightly
clenched thighs, leaving her standing with her feet spread about a
yard apart and her nether regions without protection.

Coming in front of Mei-Lien, Camille had her assistant hand her the
crotch strap and held it up for me and Mei-Lien to examine.  This was
no ordinary strap.  Indeed, it was not really a strap at all but
instead consisted of laminated layers of leather which had been molded
into a rigid curve which, when suspended as it was from one end,
resembled a meat hook whose shaft had been cut so that its inner side
was rounded and its outer side was flat.  After showing us the device
whose function she had described earlier, Camille went to Mei-Lien's
rear, had her assistant approach the dais from the front, and told
Mei-Lien to squat between them.  Lowering herself to her knees,
Camille first attached one end of the device to a sturdy D-ring at the
bottom edge of the waist cincher and then guided it into the valley,
made readily accessible by her squatting position, between the cheeks
of Mei-Lien's buttock.  After making sure that it pressed against at
the valley floor, Camille passed the other end to her assistant
through the channel between Mei-Lien's legs.  Apparently familiar with
the routine, her assistant leaned forward and gently opened the purse
of Mei-Lien's vulva so that the shaft would lie directly against
Mei-Lien's clitoris and her labia would be kept spread by the intruder
separating them.  Maintaining steady tension while she did so,
Camille's assistant leaned back and secured the device in place by
attaching it, via a flat elastic belt, to a D-ring set in the front of
the waist cincher.

Once Mei-Lien's crotch strap was installed, Camille asked her to stand
up and came around to her front to inspect its placement.  Like a
craftsman putting the final touches on a creation, Camille adjusted
the position of the elastic belt so that it would run along the crease
in Mei-Lien's rounded tummy made by her well toned abdominal muscles,
starting at the apex of her pelvis and ending in the deep hollow of
her navel.  At last satisfied, Camille stepped aside to exhibit her
composition.  Placing her hand on Mei-Lien's shoulder caps, she slowly
turned Mei-Lien standing form so that I could see how the recently
added accessory enhanced the contours which Camille had deemed
inadequate.  As she had promised, Mei-Lien's normally compact buttock
now had a sumptuous shape which could rival that of any well-endowed
woman from Europe.  Of course, exposed as it was, the artifice
responsible for its new shape detracted from the aesthetic effect.  On
the other hand, there was something undeniably erotic about the sight
of a woman whose buttock was being artificially spread for the sole
purpose of achieving an ideal for which nature had not designed hers,
especially when knew the conflicting emotions which her simultaneous
embarrassment and excitement were causing that woman.

All this happened so quickly and was done with such expertise that
Mei-Lien hardly had time to comprehend, much less object, to what was
being done to her.  She was acutely aware that her modesty had been
severely compromised and that the most intimate portions of her
anatomy had been, and continued to be, invaded.  However, because
Camille and her assistant appeared to attach no erotic significance to
their violation of her privacy, she could not accuse them of taking
unfair advantage of her for their own sexual pleasure: if neither she
or I had been present, the entire exercise would have been as devoid
of prurient overtones as the preparations in the dressing room at a
fashion show.  Thus, she had no choice but to recognize that the only
people at whom she could be justifiably angry were me and herself.
But, considering that she had agreed to participate of her own free
will and that no harm had come to her as a consequence, she realized
that it was foolish to dwell on feelings of anger and that she should
concentrate on the very real pleasure she was deriving.  In fact, as
she told me later, her only regret was that the presence of Camille
and her assistant inhibited her from giving more explicit expression
of the sexual excitement which the girdle around her waist combined
with the strap embedded in her crotch were causing her.

Having completed her job, Camille asked whether I was satisfied with
the items which she had shown me and whether I would be interested in
seeing any other lingerie.  Feeling that Mei-Lien had already gained
the insights which I had hoped this experience would provide and
fearing that I already owed Camille a large sum for her services, I
said that I was pleased and that I felt that the items which we had
tried would be sufficient.  Nodding that she understood, Camille told
her assistant to prepare the bill and asked me how I wanted Mei-Lien
dressed on the way home.

``On the one hand, the beautiful gown in which she arrived will mask
the effect which we have been working to produce.  On the other hand,
it might be best for her to get accustomed to having her waist bound
and to learn how to accommodate the strap which is keeping her spread.
It takes a while for a woman to learn how to move gracefully while her
body is being constrained, but in time she does and many women come to
actually enjoy the having restrictions imposed on their bodies.  Thus,
I would suggest that she remain bound and that, when you get home, you
choose a garment under which her body will be better displayed when
bound.  For example, I think that she will look lovely under a light
summer dress through which her nipples and augmented curves are
visible.''

After getting a nod of agreement from Mei-Lien, I settled our
substantial bill and hailed a taxi to take us back to my apartment.
Needless to say, when we were back inside, I was torn between my
desire to feast my eyes on Mei-Lien's transformed shape and our mutual
desire to relieve the sexual tension for which its transformation was
responsible.  In the end, I did both.