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.