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   Amanda has Herself Teased

   by Anon1940

   It all began one evening after dinner.  In recent times, Amanda has
become increasingly willing, even anxious, to share her erotic fantasies
with me, and, I must admit, I have been increasingly intrigued by the often
imaginative fantasies which she describes.  However, until that evening,all
her fantasies had been either so unrealistic that she had no expectation of
their ever being realized or they had been ideas with which she and I could
experiment while making love.  Thus, the fantasy which she described that
evening represented quite a departure from the sort which she had discussed
previously.  It was not only realizable, it left me an explicitly secondary
role as observer rather than active participant.

   According to Amanda, what she wanted was to put herself at the mercy of
a third person while I watched that person tease her body until she
achieved a state of sexual frenzy.  During her teasing, neither Amanda nor
I would have any control over either what was being done to her or how long
it was being done.  Instead, the third party would be completely in charge.
As she explained, what appealed to Amanda was the idea of ceding control
over her body and emotions to someone whose interest in her would be more
likethat of a trainer or teacher than that of a lover.  In addition, she
enjoyed imagining my frustration at being forced to watch her body being
manipulated by and responding to someone else.

   My initial reaction to this fantasy was ambivalent.  On the one hand, I
had a somewhat proprietary attitude toward Amanda's body and was less than
enthusiastic about watching somebody else take liberties with it, liberties
which I felt should be reserved for me.  On the other hand, as Amanda well
knew, I enjoy watching the female body brought to a state where its natural
instincts are in command and take precedence over whatever inhibitions
upbringing and society have instilled.  Thus, I expressed my reservations
to Amanda, but conceded that there were aspects of her idea which excited
me and that I would not object if, after careful consideration, she decided
to act on it.

   In view of the cool reception which it had received from me, I assumed
thatAmanda had reconsidered and abandoned her idea.  But I was wrong. 
Indeed, a week later when I returned home, I found Amanda preparing dinner
without a stitch of clothes on.  When I inquired what had inspired her to
take up cooking in the nude, she answered that she had finally located
someone who would enable her to realize her fantasy and that baring her
body as often as possible was an essential part of the preparations which
she was supposed to make.

   ``In fact, my trainer will be coming here next Saturday, and between now
and then I am not to wear any underclothes at any time and am to be naked
whenever I am at home.  In addition, when I have to put on clothes to go
out, I am to wear a wool sweater without any blouse so that there is
nothing between me, especially my breasts, and wool fibers.  Similarly, I
am to wear a wool skirt which is to be in direct contact with my tummy,
and, when I am seated, my thighs.''

   Astounded by these revelations, I inquired, in a slightly sarcastic
tone, whether ``her trainer'' had given any other instructions.

   ``Oh yes, she prescribed several other preparatory steps which I am to
take.  First, and most relevant from your standpoint, we are not to have
sex until after she has been here.  Also, I am to practice various
exercises, all of which are intended to make me more flexible and, as she
put it, more receptive to what she will do to me.  In particular, each day
I am to stretch my legs the way a dancer does, after which I am to assume a
lotus position on the floor and remain absolutely still for at least a half
hour.  Finally, she specified that I make certain other, more intimate,
preparations just before she arrives.''

   Taken aback as I was by her lack of attire, I was even more shocked at
Amanda's words.  Here was the demure girl whom I had grown to know and love
announcing that she intended to put herself at the disposal of some unknown
woman for the explicit purpose of having that woman broaden her sexual
horizons.  Indeed, she was already enthusiastically engaged in preparing
her body for an unprecedented experience.  Further, I was less than pleased
to learn that in the interim, I would be greeted each evening by totally
naked Amanda and would be expected to abstain from the response which that
sight would inevitably elicit.  Amanda has the sort of female body which is
designed to entice the male of the species.  It is firm where it should be
while being succulent in all the places where a little luxury is preferable
to austerity.  Watching her firm breasts bob as she moved around the
kitchen and seeing the welcoming valley formed between her upper thighs
when she squatted to look in the oven, I doubted my resolve to take a vow
of abstinence for the next four days.

   Intuiting what was going through my mind, Amanda turned to face me and
struck a defiant pose, placing her hands on her hips and looking me
straight in the eyes.  ``You may think that it is unfair that you should be
asked to make sacrifices when it is I who came up with the idea, made the
arrangements, and will be the one whose sexual fantasy is fulfilled. 
However, as we have often agreed, sex becomes banal unless one is willing
to put some effort into occasional variations to renew and whet ones
appetite for it.  It's true that I am the principal player in this fantasy,
but it is also true that your role as voyeur is not without rewards.  For
one thing, you are going to have the opportunity to watch my body be made
to perform in ways which neither of us has imagined.  Secondly, it is you
as much as I who will be the ultimate beneficiary, since I assume that by
the time my trainer leaves, we will both ready to take over where she
leaves off.  Finally, you must be aware that, in spite of my bravado, I'm
scared to death.  It is not easy for me to accept that I am giving another
woman license to control my body and its sexual responses.  Nature has made
women's bodies vulnerable, especially when it comes to sex.  When a woman
gives her body to a man, her concern for its vulnerability is tempered by
her confidence that, because he does not know its secrets and is fascinated
by them, the man will proceed with caution.  Because another woman knows
those secrets and does not share a man's fascination with them, there is no
reason to suppose that she will exercise the same restraint.  On the
contrary, she will use her first hand knowledge of the female anatomy and
psyche to produce physical sensations and provoke psychological responses
which a man would not even know exist.  Thus, although I have selected my
trainer with great care and am certain that she will do me no harm, I will
not pretend that I can anticipate with equanimity what is in store for
me.''

   By the end of her little lecture, Amanda's expression had lost its
defiance.  Closing the distance between us, she placed her naked front
against me and lifted her face so that I could see the tears of anxiety and
emotion which had formed in her eyes.  Hugging her trembling body to my
own, I felt a strong urge to protect it from the fate which she planned for
it, but I knew from experience that, once Amanda had set her course, only
she could alter it.  Thus, I did not attempt to dissuade her and simply let
her recover while our bodies pressed one another.

   The days passed pasts agonizingly slowly.  At her office wearing wool
against her skin, Amanda was in a state of constant torment.  The sweater
which she wore effectively hid the absence of a bra underneath, but it
rubbed against her breasts and kept her nipples in a painfully rigid state.
Adding to her torment was the wool skirt, which tickled her belly and
irritated her thighs and buttock while she tried to maintain the proper
decorum when seated at her desk.  Upon returning home, she was more than
ready to shed her clothes and spend the rest of the day naked.  On
Thursday, I arrived home early and found Amanda braced against one side of
the door-frame of our bedroom with her leg raised and held against the
opposite side.  Because she had taken ballet lessons as a child and having
maintained the tone of her body with regular exercise ever since, she had
no difficulty meeting the requirements which her trainer had made.  As a
consequence, she made a close to irresistible sight, bending gracefully
forward to grasp the foot of her suspended leg and rocking back and forth
in a way which made her breasts sway and occasionally brush against her
knee.  Apparently unaware of my presence, she lowered the raised leg,
replaced it with the other, and repeated the stretching exercise.

   After completing her stretching, she acknowledged my presence and, with
a teasing smile on her face, asked if I enjoyed what I had seen and would
like to watch while she did her yoga exercise.  Entranced, I nodded my
assent.  Amanda immediately went into the bedroom and pushed aside the rug
next to our bed.  Placing her hands behind her neck, she lowered herself to
the floor, leaning forward to balance herself until she was seated
cross-legged.  Once she was down, she brought her hands forward and, one at
a time, pulled her feet until they rested, soles up, in the crease between
her upper thighs and calves.  Finally, she placed her hands, palms up, on
her knees, straightened her back so that her breasts were thrust forward
from her chest, and closed her eyes.  Sitting there on the hard floor, she
looked for all the world like a statue of a Buddhist monk, albeit one with
beautiful breasts and sensuously flaring pelvis below a narrow waist.  The
only indication that she was breathing at all was the gentle rise and fall
of her breasts.  The temptation to run my hands over the contours of this
erotic masterpiece was close to overwhelming, and I would have succumbed to
temptation if were not that the end of our period of waiting was fast
approaching and that I did not want to spoil everything at this late date.

   Much to our mutual relief, Saturday finally arrived.  Her thoughts
understandably consumed by her fear of what the morrow held in store for
her, Amanda's sleep was slow in coming Friday night, and, when she finally
dozed off, it was disturbed by lurid dreams.  She was up at the crack of
dawn and seems to have spent the time between her rising and mine in the
bathroom.  In fact it was there that I first encountered her.  When I
entered the bathroom, it was clear to me that, on hearing my approach, she
had attempted to conceal some item which she had been using.  Because she
had failed to get it completely back in the drawer under the sink, I was
surprised to discover that item was an enema bag.  I had never known Amanda
to take an enema and was particularly surprised that she would do so on
this fateful morning.  Embarrassed by my discovery, but seeing no
alternative to offering me an explanation, Amanda said that her trainer had
instructed her to thoroughly douche herself and equally thoroughly cleanse
her bowels.  In order to follow the instructions to the letter, the process
had consumed an hour, during which her vagina and bowels had each absorbed
and expelled three quarts of waters.  In addition to cleansing her insides,
Amanda had been told to assiduously remove any unsightly body hair, with
special attention to region around her labia and anus, where it was to be
shaved off to afford unobstructed access to both portals.

   Having told me what she had been doing, Amanda gave me no time to
recover from my shock and headed back into the bedroom without another
word. By then it was 8:30, and, because Amanda's trainer was scheduled to
appear at 9, I wasted no time getting myself washed, dressed, and fed. 
Punctual to the minute, the door bell wrung at 9, and, figuring that Amanda
could be hardly expected to open the door while nude, I left my half
consumed bowl of cereal to answer the door.  Standing before me I found a
handsome, middle aged woman of moderate size.  She was carrying a rather
large duffel bag, which looked to be filled to capacity.  Refusing my offer
of help, she brushed past me and entered our house, exuding confidence
about her mission there.  Once inside, she dropped her bag and turned to
me, extending her hand and announcing that her name was Celia and that she
was here to see Amanda.  No sooner were these brief formalities concluded
than she asked that I call Amanda into the living room and suggested that I
occupy myself in the bedroom while she and Amanda got acquainted.

   Hearing our conversation, Amanda already knew that it was time to make
her appearance.  Thus, without my saying a word, she was standing at the
door of our bedroom with a look of intense embarrassment on her face. 
Spotting her cowering form, Celia directed her entire attention to her
pupil, greeting her with a warm smile and ushering her into the center of
room.  Indicating again that my presence was not desired, Celia silently
bade me retire from the scene.

   Exactly what transpired during my absence I do not know.  All that I do
know is that it was 9:45 Celia when knocked on the bedroom door and invited
me to join her and Amanda in the living room.  The sight which greeted me
on my return was startling!  Seated in a lotus position in the middle of
the living floor, from which the rug had been removed, was Amanda.  She was
sitting bolt upright with her eyes closed and a subdued, beatific smile on
her face.  Every once in a while, she emitted a low crooning sound, but
otherwise made no attempt to move or communicate.  Once I began to examine
her more closely, I saw that there were various pieces of equipment
attached to her body.  The most dramatic of these were a pair of hoops
which circled her breasts at their base and held them at rigid attention.
Although they were not fastened very tightly, the hoops had caused her
breasts to swell so that they were suspended like pieces of ripe fruit from
her chest.  At the same time, her aereolae, which had acquired a livid pink
hue, appeared to have doubled in size as if to avoid being outdone by her
nipples, which were fully erect and must have grown to at least in length
and a quarter inch in girth.  Viewing her body so blatantly presented and
yet unavailable had a profound effect on me, one which resulted in my
having an erection which was to last unabated for the duration.

   Seeing that I had completed my initial inspection, Celia guided me to a
chair which had been strategically placed so that its occupant could view
every nuance of the action.

   Once I was seated, Celia, speaking in a hushed voice, said, ``You can
see that Amanda is otherwise occupied.  She is just now becoming accustomed
to what is happening to her body, and it will be a few more minutes before
she is ready to share her experiences with us.  So that you know what those
experiences are, I will tell you that the bands around her breasts are only
a small part of what is distracting her.  As you will have noted, her
posture is unusually rigid.  That is because she is sitting directly on top
of a sizable prong which is embedded deep inside her vagina and pressing
gently, but incessantly, against her uterus.  Not only that, her bowels are
being exercised by a device which is attached to a small air pump.  At
regular intervals, the pump fills a bladder, forcing her rectum to expand
until it presses against the thin wall separating it from the prong in her
vagina.  Once the bladder is full, the pump lets the air slowly escape,
allowing the bladder to contract, before repeating the cycle.  Being a man,
you can only guess what insidiously pleasurable torment these devices are
causing Amanda, and so I will leave it to Amanda herself to explain the
details to you after I leave.  For now, simply imagine, as I see from the
state of your crotch you already are, what devine torment she is
enjoying.''

   Now that I knew more about what was going on inside her, I was better
able to understand the sensuous undulations of Amanda's body as it
responded to the sensations produced by the devices embedded deep into its
core.  Each time that the bladder expanded, a shadow of concern passed over
her face and her belly visibly rounded.  Once the pressure was released,
the shadow disappeared and was replaced by a look of ecstasy as she felt
her bowels allowed to relax.  Standing behind my chair, Celia watched
Amanda's body with an intensity equal to my own.  After what must have been
at least ten minutes, she stepped from behind my chair and approached
Amanda.

   ``I think that Amanda is ready to move to the next stage.  In so far as
it is possible for her to do so, she has become accustomed, or at least
reconciled, to the stimulation, and concomitant frustration, which she is
experiencing.  However, thus far, only her nether regions are involved, and
it would be a shame to ignore the potential pleasure which her upper body
can provide both her and us.  In particular, I am going to introduce her
breasts to a kind to sensation which, in conjunction with the continued
activity below, should induce her to respond in ways which may surprise her
as well as you.  As you can see, her breasts and nipples have swelled in a
way which seems to be inviting my attention, and I believe that the
attention they crave is to be milked.  Having never nursed a child, Amanda
may not know herself what her breasts want, but I am confident that her
breasts will know how to respond once I begin working on them.  Milking the
breasts of a woman who is not actually lactating requires experience.  You
mustn't simply pull on her teats as if she were a cow.  Instead, you must
adopt a subtle approach, preparing her breasts so that, even though no milk
is flowing, they will give her the sense of satisfaction akin to that which
a nursing mother has.  Watch me carefully, and you may learn something new
about what a marvelous creation is a female body.''

   Sitting cross-legged directly in front of Amanda, but taking care not to
block my view, Celia placed a hand below each of Amanda's swollen breasts
and raised them until she was cupping their undersides in her palms.  Once
they were there, she began to palpate the twin globes resting in her hands.
To make her breasts more available, Amanda instinctively leaned forward,
but Celia immediately reprimanded her and told her not to be so impatient.
Proceeding excruciatingly slowly, Celia raised her thumbs until they were
grazing the tips of Amanda's nipples, which she then tormented by running
the pads on her thumb back and forth in a way which provided Amanda's
nipples subtle but cruelly inadequate stimulation.

   ``I know that you think that your nipples are in full bloom, but you are
wrong.  Perhaps they cannot grow any larger, but their tips have yet to
open.  By applying my thumbs to their tips, I will coax apart the narrow
crease through which your milk would flow if you were lactating.  Bear with
me, and you will soon be rewarded for your patience.''

   For what seemed like quite a while, Celia forced Amanda's nipples to
endure the manipulation of their tips by her skilled thumbs, continuing
even after Amanda voiced her frustration and begged Celia to stop. 
Watching Amanda's proffered breasts subjected to such intimate handling did
nothing but exacerbate my own frustration.  Finally, just when Amanda
seemed on the verge of rebellion, Celia announced that progress had been
made and that the crease at the tips of Amanda's nipples had opened
sufficiently to begin her milking.  Quickly, Celia reached into her duffel
and withdrew a contraption which was easy to recognize as a miniature
milking machine.  It consisted of a pair of plastic cups at the end of
translucent tubes which were attached to a small pump.  Moving with the
assurance which comes with practice, Celia plugged the power cord to the
pump into a wall socket and coated the inner surface of the cups with some
sort of lubricant.  Then, holding the cups at their points of attachment of
the tubes, she carefully positioned them over Amanda's turgid nipples and
pressed them against Amanda's breasts until the suction from the pump
sealed them in place.  Not satisfied with their initial position, Celia
adjusted them in a manner which brought a gasp from Amanda's lips.

   ``That's right Amanda, now your nipples are being drawn into the tubes
through the holes in the cups so that the suction can pull directly against
the delicate openings which we have taken so much care to produce.  After a
few minutes, you will be sure that there is milk beginning to gather in the
ducts attached to you nipples, and, if you wait long enough, you may in
fact secrete some milk-like substance.  To help you concentrate on what is
happening to them, I will tighten the bands around your breasts to increase
your sense that your breasts have been isolated from the rest of your body
and that you have joined us as enthralled spectators viewing the miraculous
changes which they are undergoing.''

   Moving away from Amanda, Celia beckoned me to come and take a closer
look.  Staring in awe down at Amanda's seated body, I could see that her
nipples had been sucked deep into the tubes and that her enlarged aereolae
filled the cups.  To my surprise, she exuded a calm which seemed out of
place considering the duress which I assumed she must be experiencing.  Her
breathing was slow and measured and, except for the tension visible in her
lower belly each time the bladder expanded inside her rectum, she appeared
to be completely relaxed.  After a few minutes, she raised her arms to
cradle her breasts and lowered her head to look down on them.  Other than
that, she did not move.  For me, the sight of Amanda's body being made to
perform in ways of which neither of had known it was capable was awe
inspiring.

   Satisfied that she had accomplished what she came to do, Celia rose and,
without disturbing the trance into which she had led Amanda, packed up
those pieces of her equipment which were not in use.  While she was
packing, she told me to let Amanda enjoy her reverie as long as she wanted
and warned me that she should be given time to recover from what will have
been a totally exhausting experience.  When she was finished, she headed to
the front door, stopping only to say that she had thoroughly enjoyed having
Amanda as a client would come by at a later date to fetch the items which
she was leaving behind, and, as if as an afterthought, she added that, in
meantime, we should not hesitate to experiment with them should we want to.