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 ï>¿Intimate Physical Training by Anon1940

   Erotic literature is replete with women who, if one believes what is
said about them, can use their vaginal muscles to squeeze water out of a
stone.  However, at least among the women I have known, vaginal strength
has never been a prominent feature of their physical attributes.  In fact,
my experience leads to me believe that few women possess significant
voluntary control over the musculature surrounding their vaginal sheaf,
much less the ability to crush rocks with them.  Nonetheless, I have always
been intrigued by the possibility that such control might, with sufficient
diligence, be achieved, and one evening I asked Mary whether she thought
she might enjoy learning how to control and strengthen her vaginal muscles.
That Mary was startled by my question is understandable.  How often does a
girl get asked such a question?  On the other hand, Mary is broad-minded
and, after a little persuasion, she too found the idea sufficiently
intriguing to warrant further consideration.  Thus she agreed that if I
could devise a plausible method for enhancing her vaginal muscles, she
would be willing to act as my guinea pig.  Of course, I suspect that Mary's
agreement was, in large part, motivated by her desire for me to lavish
attention on a part of her anatomy from which she derives great pleasure.
She did not anticipate the nature of the occasionally rigorous training
that I would be subjecting that part of her anatomy to in order to attain
our goal. Having, at various times, given the matter considerable thought,
the next day I went in search of several items which I planned to employ in
the training program through which I planned to put Mary's vagina.  In the
hope that it would increase her awareness of the muscles which I intended
for her to develop, I wanted to have a device with which I could bring
pressure to bear on her walls of her vagina.  I had seen in medical offices
inflatable bladders which might serve my purposes, and so I headed for a
medical supply store.  There, after some time, I found something which
might do.  It was a bladder, made out of a tough rubber, to which was
attached a metal tube through which one could introduce either gas or
liquid into the bladder.  In addition, at the end of the tube was a
removable, half liter rubber bulb for pumping gas or liquid into the
bladder, and fitted along the tube was a cleverly designed valve which
would allow one to seal off the tube, even while the bladder was under
considerable pressure. A second item that I wanted was a pair of ben-wa
balls.  Actually, it was not traditional ben-wa balls, which are hollow and
quite light, for which I was looking.  Instead, what I wanted, and what I
eventually found at a local hardware store, were highly polished solid
steel balls of three centimeter diameter.  These balls are quite heavy,
each weighing well over a hundred grams.  I then had the man at the
hardware store drill a small hole through the center of each ball and made
sure that he carefully smoothed the edge around the holes. Excited by the
prospect of putting my new acquisitions to work, I decided to launch our
program that same evening.  Thus, when she returned from work and had a
chance to relax a bit, I asked Mary to go into our bedroom, remove all her
clothes, and wait for me on our bed.  Before joining her, I filled a
thermos bottle with warm water and brought it and the bladder along with me
into the bedroom.  There I found Mary lying naked on her back.  Although
she smiled when she saw me and my equipment, her body language made it
clear that she was tense and was having second thoughts about this invasion
of her body to which she had agreed.  Thus, because I knew that her total
acquiescence was essential to the success of our endeavor, I realized that
I had better begin by bringing her to a state in which both her mind and
body would be receptive.  For this reason, I had her pull her legs toward
her chest and wrap her arms around her knees.  In this pose, her rounded
thighs form fleshy gates around the entrance to her vagina.  After
spreading talcum powder over the region, I took up a position in which I
could watch Mary's facial expressions while working her exposed sex with my
hands. I began by massaging the beautifully stretched muscles in the backs
of her curled legs, and, only after I felt the tension in her legs begin to
recede, did I turn the focus of my attention on the folds of flesh at the
junction of her thighs.  Taking each of her vaginal lips between a thumb
and index finger, I stretched them by gently pulling my hands down and
apart.  Having never before been manipulated in this manner, Mary was
somewhat startled to have her labia so blatantly opened.  However, when I
started to alternate my stretching of her vaginal lips with visits to her
clitoris, she was quickly converted to this form of stimulation and, as I
had hoped, began to lubricate her entire genital region with copious
secretions.  After a while, the expression on Mary's face had changed from
one of concerned tension to one of peaceful bliss.  Concomitantly, the
flesh which I had been stretching became more pliant and the entrance to
her vagina became more visible.  When I felt that I had dispelled her
initial fear about and had prepared her body for the next stage, I began to
insert the bladder into her vagina.  Her abundant secretions made progress
easy, and within a few minutes I had the bladder completely embedded.  Once
it was in place, I filled the rubber bulb with warm water, attached it to
the tube protruding from Mary's vagina, and slowly forced the water down
the tube into the bladder.  As I squeezed harder, Mary's eyes grew larger
in response to the sensations which she was now experiencing.  With bated
breath, she described to me the feeling of fullness which the expanding
bladder produced in her vagina.  According to her, the sensation was quite
different from what she experienced when I entered her, the difference
being that now the pressure was entirely internal and its conformation was
much more spherical.  Moreover, she had a slightly frightening sense that,
as distinguished from a penis, there was no limit to the size of the object
presently lodged in her vagina.  In fact, she began to wonder whether the
expansion of the bladder had become visible and asked to lower her legs so
that we could examine her lower belly.  When she did so, we could see that,
although it had become a little flushed, her belly had not undergone any
apparent change in shape.  However, when she reached down to palpate her
lower belly, she discovered that the region near the apex of her pelvis was
firmer than usual and that her palpations induced a sort of sympathetic
resonance in the bladder filling her vagina. By this time I had put
approximately half the contents of the bulb into her and decided that was
sufficient for a while.  Thus, I closed the valve, removed the bulb, and
placed my hands on the spot where hers had just been.  Although it was
barely perceptible, I too could feel the tightness which she had found, and
she assured me that any pressure which I applied was immediately
transmitted to the distended walls of her vagina.  This information gave me
an idea for exercising Mary's vagina.  Namely, after placing my palms on
the rounded surface where her belly meets her pelvis, I pressed down with
the heels of my hands until I knew, from the concerned expression on Mary's
face, that I was, in effect, massaging her vagina by forcing it to
accommodate the changes which my hands were producing in the shape of the
bladder inside her.  Being careful not to cause damage but nonetheless
occasionally applying considerable pressure, I made sure that Mary's vagina
was having quite a workout.  As time went on, I learned where and how to
control what was happening to her vagina.  Of particular importance, I
discovered where to push so that I was bringing pressure to bear directly
on her G-spot.  Obviously, Mary was greatly excited by what I was doing. 
On the other hand, as she soon learned, this sort of stimulation is
physically draining.  Indeed, each time I brought pressure on her G-spot,
her vaginal walls underwent a strong contraction accompanied by a renewed
release of secretions, and each of these events made heavy demands on her
stamina.  Thus, even though it was I who seemed to be exerting the greater
effort, it was she who was becoming bathed in sweat as she writhed under my
unrelenting assault. Finally, during my fifth visit to her G-spot, she was
consumed by an overwhelming orgasm which left her thoroughly depleted.  Not
wanting to try her endurance any further, after her orgasm I stopped my
kneading of her pelvic region, and, once she had regained control over her
body, I gently withdrew the bladder from her vagina and suggested that she
take a warm bath and then retire for the night. At breakfast the following
morning Mary told me that she was still very much aware of her vagina and
its environs.  Nonetheless, she did not object when I informed her that I
would renew her training that evening and that, in the meantime, I wanted
her to spend the day exercising her vagina with the balls which I had
bought for that purpose.  Thus, after breakfast, I brought her back into
the bedroom, removed her bathrobe, and had her lie on her back with legs
drawn up as they had been the previous evening.  I then repeated the
procedure which I had used to make her lubricate herself and soon had her
vagina in a receptive state.  Before introducing her to the balls, which I
had strung together on a short but sturdy piece of string, I told her that
I would position one ball just inside the entrance to her vagina and would
leave the other dangling just below her vaginal lips.  In addition, I said
that she was to go to work in a dress with no knickers underneath.  As I
explained to her, it was my hope that this arrangement would keep her in a
constant state of tension about the what was happening between her legs. 
In particular, I hoped that whenever she was standing the dangling ball
would tug on the ball inside and that, as a result, she would experience
simultaneously a pleasurable stimulation just behind her clitoris and a
mild concern that the ball inside would pop out.  Of course, my idea was
that by contracting herself around the embedded ball to prevent it from
slipping she would be exercising her vaginal muscles. Having explained my
plan, I carefully inserted the ball and checked that the string was short
enough to keep it in the precarious position where I wanted it.  When I was
satisfied, I had Mary get to her feet and walk around a little to find out
what she should expect.  As soon as she took a step, the hanging ball was
disturbed by the inner thigh of whichever leg was moving forward and
exerted a tug on the embedded ball.  At first she was sure that this
tugging would dislodge the ball inside her and cause the pair to fall to
the floor.  However, she soon discovered that, by contracting her muscles,
she could keep the ball in place.  In fact, she found that the effort
required not only prevented a potentially embarrassing accident but also
produced a very pleasant sensation, one which started in her vagina and got
immediately transmitted to her clitoris.  Thus, although she realized that
failure to do so could be disastrous, she was excited by the challenge of
having to keep the ball inside her all day. Needless to say, although her
distraction was much more immediate than my own, neither of us was able to
rid our minds of the balls Mary was wearing that day.  Mary was always
conscious of the ball inside, which, even when she was seated, was large
enough to keep a constant pressure on the ring of muscle at the entrance to
her vagina; and, throughout the day, she caught herself responding to its
pressure by contracting that ring in a way that produced a pleasurable
sensation in her clitoris.  As a result, her secretions kept the ball and
its environs sufficiently well lubricated that each departure from her
chair represented a real danger, a danger which she could avoid only by
exacerbating her situation by further contractions.  Indeed, she was
certain that, unless she clenched it with her vaginal muscles, the ball
inside her would be dislodged by the ball dangling between her thighs as
soon as she rose.  In fact, by mid afternoon her travail had so exhausted
her that she was compelled to telephone me for permission to remove the
ball.  Because just the thought of her ordeal had been sufficient to
interfere with my own normal activities, I was sympathetic with her plight.
On the other hand, a cruel urge impelled me to take advantage of her
situation, and so I told her that before I would grant her respite she
would have to go over to her file cabinet while still on the phone with me,
open the bottom drawer, and spend five minutes squatting while pretending
to search for a file.  After indicating to me what a bastard I was being,
she followed my dictates, and, while squatting on her haunches described to
me the anguish tinged pleasure that her overworked vaginal muscles were
giving her.  After she had spent her five minutes in this position, I gave
her permission to visit the bathroom and remove the balls.  However, before
hanging up, I reminded her of my intention to put her vaginal muscles back
to work that evening. In order to keep our program interesting, I stopped
on the way home at a large sports store which supplies batons to the cheer
leading squad at the local high school.  After rummaging through several
bins of batons, I found one which consisted of a thin plastic rod with
smoothly finished bulbs firmly attached at either end.  Even though the
whole baton was less than a meter in length and could not have weighed more
than a quarter kilogram, I was confident that it would enable me to put
Mary through the intimate calisthenics which I had in mind for her. When I
got home, I found Mary lounging in a warm bath.  In the hope that it would
put her in a mood to continue our program (and after expressing my
appreciation for her rosy body) I went to prepare a light supper which
would sate our hunger without dulling our senses.  I then returned to the
bathroom, where I toweled Mary dry and asked her to join me for dinner
wearing the diaphanous bathrobe which leaves her body, and especially her
breasts, clearly visible.  During dinner, neither of us steered our
conversation toward the topic which was uppermost in both our minds. 
Nonetheless, as was evident from the way Mary's every move caused her erect
nipples to trace a path under her robe and my own erection pressed against
my pants, our choice of topic did nothing to dispel our mutual excitement.
Thus, as soon as we had finished, I told her that she should wait for me in
the bedroom after assuming the same fetal position she had when I worked on
her the previous evening. Once I had assembled my equipment, I joined her
on the bed and, just as I did the evening before, began by massaging and
stretching her labia before re-introducing the medical bulb with which I
could manipulate her vagina.  Much to our mutual satisfaction, Mary had
significantly less difficulty flexing her internal muscles so that they
could accommodate the changes in shape to which I was making them conform.
Nonetheless, I did not want tire her, and so I was careful not to overtax
her endurance by prolonging this exercise too long or allowing her to
achieve orgasm.  Thus, after a quarter of an hour, I removed the device,
allowed her to recuperate, but I kept her juices flowing by opening her
labia to give me ready access to the stem of her rigid clitoris.  When I
knew that my ministrations had brought her to the brink of orgasm, I
stopped and told her that I was now going to make her earn her orgasm. 
Namely, I showed her the newly acquired baton and explained that, after
putting the bulb at one end into her vagina, I would wanted her to contract
her muscles so that her efforts would be visible in the movements of the
bulb at the other end.  With her legs curled against her breasts as they
were, the shaft of the baton would be stick straight up so that her success
or failure should be easy for both of us to monitor. After placing the
baton inside her, I warned Mary that my attention to her clitoris would be
commensurate with my satisfaction with her efforts.  As long as she kept
the baton in motion, I would help her achieve orgasm.  However, if I felt
she was not making sufficient effort, I would desist and would punish her
by pressing down on the stem of her clitoris in way which we both know
causes her frustration and, when prolonged, considerable discomfort.  At
first, Mary's vaginal muscles seemed unable put the rod in motion, and so,
in order to get her started, I began to tap the otherwise motionless rod.
After a few minutes, I was pleased to find that my tapping was having the
desired effect and, without my help, Mary was learning how to generate a
peristaltic contraction of her vaginal sheath which imparted a definite, if
only slight, motion in the baton.  Without delay, I rewarded her efforts by
returning to her clitoris.  Although I had been concerned that the extreme
concentration which this form of calisthenics demanded might prevent her
from fully enjoying her reward, I discovered that the stalk of her clitoris
was, if anything, even more acutely sensitive than usual.  On the other
hand, it was apparent that, in spite of the exquisite sensitivity of her
clitoris, her exertions inhibited her ability to achieve orgasm.  As a
result, I was able to give her the pleasure that she sought without
permitting her the relief in which such pleasure normally resulted.
Obviously, Mary was more than a little frustrated by the situation in which
she found herself.  Thus, after several minutes during which her
contractions had been becoming increasingly strong, she began to slacken
both their frequency and their strength.  But, as soon as I recognized what
was happening, I administered her punishment by manipulating the stalk of
her clitoris so that it was pressed against her pelvic bone at the apex of
her pubic area.  Her reaction was immediate.  In fact, with tears starting
to form, she promised to renew her efforts and begged me to free her stalk
from its painful captivity and resume my caressing.  However, I turned a
deaf ear to her plea and told her that I would continue her punishment
until she had set the baton back in motion.  With no will to test my
resolve, Mary quickly put her vaginal muscles back to work and soon had the
baton bobbing once again.  When she had done so, I, much to her relief,
released her clitoris and resumed my gentle stroking.  Much to my surprise
and Mary's consternation, it was a full five minutes or more before she was
able to achieve the orgasm for which she had been striving ever since
supper.  Indeed, by the time that her exhausted body achieved its goal, it
was bathed in sweat and her frustration was evident both from the tense
expression on her face and the writhing of her pubic region as she strove
to win the orgasm toward which my attentions to her now distended clitoris
had been driving her. Nonetheless, when she at last reached her goal, Mary
found her pleasure mixed with relief and joy to be sufficient compensation
for the suffering and frustration I had made her endure.  Thus, after a few
days of recuperation, she was willing to once again subject herself to our
training regimen.  In fact, we have taken to putting her vaginal muscles
through their paces on a regular schedule, and I am pleased to report that,
even if she still cannot crush rocks with them, she can now most definitely
and palpably use them to good purpose.