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A Weekend To Remember
by Anon1940 (anon1940@netscape.net)
***
In this story a young woman accepts the invitation of
another woman to spend the weekend exploring her sexual
potential. (FF, 1st-lesbian-expr, rom)
***
Julie's Invitation: When Carrie next found herself in
Julie's apartment, it was clear to both women that
their relationship had been irreversibly transformed
during Carrie's last visit. No longer was it possible
for Carrie to doubt her craving for the sensual
pleasures to which Julie had introduced her.
As for Julie, she had always enjoyed teaching young
women to expand their sexual horizons, and she now knew
that in Carrie she had a most receptive pupil. Thus,
soon after they were settled in her living room sipping
their cups of tea, Julie broached the question which
was uppermost in both their minds: what next?
Coming straight to the point, Julie pulled her chair so
that she was staring Carrie in the face and asked,
"Carrie, are you ready to bare the lower half of your
body for me?" Abrupt as her question was, it came as no
surprise to Carrie. After all, Carrie had already given
Julie freer reign over her upper body than she had ever
granted anyone else, so why should she not now give her
access to her lower body?
Clearly, aside from her residual resistance to confront
her own lesbian predilections, there was no reason for
her to deny Julie equal access to that portion of her
anatomy specifically designed for sexual gratification.
With these considerations still flashing through her
mind, Carrie demurely lowered her head and, after a few
moments, said, in a trembling voice, "Yes, I think that
I am."
Pleased by Carrie's answer, Julie leaned back and asked
Carrie to uncover her body from the waist down, leaving
her upper body clothed. At first this request struck
Carrie as strange, but, having learned to trust Julie's
judgment, she rose from her chair and removed all the
clothes below her waist. When she had done so, Julie
beckoned her to come closer and stand so that their
knees touched and Carrie's naked belly and crotch were
available for Julie's inspection.
For a little while, Julie contented herself with visual
appreciation of the image before her. Like a
connoisseur savoring a glass of fine wine, she drank in
the expanse of smooth skin covering Carrie's slightly
rounded lower belly and savored the soft flesh padding
on her pubic region and upper thighs. Soon unable to
resist temptation further, she reached forward to run
her hands over the delicious contours of Carrie's
pelvis and palpate the succulent flesh of her buttock.
Sensing Carrie's nervous response to her explorations,
especially those in the neighborhood of her vulva,
Julie quickly placed her hands on the points of
Carrie's pelvis and pushed her back a couple of steps.
Then, with an indulgent smile, Julie said "Carrie, it
is not my intention to offend. I sympathize with your
reservations about having another woman handle the most
intimate parts of your body and suggest that you sit
back down."
Obviously relieved, Carrie took Julie's advise and
returned to her chair. However, no sooner did she
resume her seat than she was overcome by intense
embarrassment about the exposure of her nether regions
which sitting entailed. Namely, short of crossing her
legs, there was no way of her not displaying her entire
pubic area when she sat down, and, after she herself
had bared the region in question, crossing her legs was
a ridiculous option. Thus, with a self-conscious blush
on her face, Carrie took her seat and, as if to
demonstrate her resolve, left her legs sufficiently
spread that Julie had an unobstructed view of her
vulva.
After several minutes in this position, Carrie began to
understand Julie's wish that she remain covered from
the waist up. By baring only her lower body, she had
focused attention on that region in a way which total
nakedness would have diffused. As she soon realized,
there was something excitingly obscene about sitting as
she was, chastely clothed from the waist up and
blatantly exposed from the waist down. Added to this
was the fact that another woman was making no pretense
about the enjoyment that this exposure was affording
her.
Indeed, Julie was doing nothing to conceal the pleasure
which she derived from letting her eyes rove over the
hills and valleys of Carrie's naked lower body.
Further, after giving her target a thorough inspection,
Julie began discussing some of the many sensual
techniques to which she would enjoy introducing
Carrie's bottom half. Perhaps out of respect for
Carrie's continued modesty, Julie began by talking
about things that she would like to do with Carrie's
belly.
"Do you remember your second visit to my apartment, the
one on which your belly had to bear the brunt of my
attentions? I very much want to teach you how important
a role your tummy can play in your sensual life.
Because of the demands made on it during pregnancy, the
female stomach is among the most malleable parts of a
woman's anatomy and, once it has been properly trained,
can be a source of great sensual satisfaction."
Carrie had no trouble recalling the evening when Julie
had worked on her stomach, and her memories caused a
visible tremor in her naked lower belly. Yes, she had
found pleasure in having Julie manipulate her tummy and
belly button, but she also remembered that her pleasure
had come at some cost.
It took several days for her stomach to fully recover
from the probing to which Julie had subjected it, and
she was not at all sure that she was ready for it to
endure what promised to be a much more protracted and
thorough probing. Anticipating Carrie's concerns, Julie
rose and came over to the side of Carrie's chair, where
she knelt and brought the palm of her hand to rest
against the bulge just below Carrie's navel. Then,
applying nearly no pressure, she lovingly ran her hand
over and around the inverted bowl of Carrie's lower
belly. As her hand glided over the skin covering
Carrie's firm tummy, Julie started telling Carrie more
details about what she had in mind.
"Your belly has a lovely shape and is a pleasure to
caress. However, if you are to realize its full
potential, you must submit to having it trained. Sexual
experience at its best must involve contrast, and the
role that I plan for your tummy is to provide that
contrast. Surely you remember the way I alternated
between soothing and rough handling of your breasts.
"Well, when I am stimulating your nether regions, I
want your stomach to be available for the rough
treatment. In order to maximize the potency of what I
will do to your stomach, your stomach has to be first
prepared, and the best preparation is rigorous
exercise. A woman's belly is most susceptible to
stimulation when its muscles had been worked repeatedly
for several days in advance and, as a result, are sore
enough to be acutely aware of whatever demands are
being made on them.
"Thus, for example, had your tummy been properly
prepared, even the gentle massage it is now receiving
could produce highly erotic sensations. However, if you
want to experience those sensations, you will have to
accept and diligently adhere to the exercise regime
which I prescribe for you."
Carrie was not averse to exercise. Throughout her
school and college years she had done a lot swimming,
and since graduation she had gone regularly to a health
club where she kept her body toned with aerobic classes
and occasional weight training. Furthermore, she
enjoyed the state of physical exhaustion in which her
exercise routine left her body. Nonetheless, Julie's
proposal did not immediately appeal to her.
Although the mild soreness she sometimes felt after
overtaxing her muscles was a source of pleasure, akin
to that of a child worrying a loose tooth, she balked
at the idea of exercising her tummy for the express
purpose of making it sore. When she made her
reservations known to Julie, Julie offered to give
Carrie a sample of the sort of thing that she would
want to do with her stomach, an offer which Carrie
accepted with some trepidation.
Rising to her feet, Julie took several solid pillows
off of her sofa and piled them in a neat stack on the
floor next to Carrie's chair. She then invited Carrie
to drape herself backwards over the pillows, with her
buttock resting on the center of the top pillow and her
legs and shoulders hanging off opposite sides of the
stack.
When she had taken the requested position, Julie folded
each of Carrie's legs back at the knee until her feet
pressed against the pillows and her lower body was
balanced on her toes. In this position, Carrie's
stomach was stretched into a flat plane broken only by
a ridge of tightly drawn muscle running from her navel
to the muff of her pubic hair.
Sitting herself cross-legged at Carrie's side, Julie
ran a hand along this ridge, stopping every few inches
to test its firmness by pressing her fingers into its
sides. When she had familiarized herself with the
terrain, Julie told Carrie "Because your tummy has not
been prepared ahead of time, I will begin by making it
tender by means other than exercise. For this purpose,
I will to slap it until its entire surface has become
sensitive to the slightest touch."
She then placed the heels of both her hands on the edge
of Carrie pelvis and started slapping Carrie tummy with
her hands. Each slap was quite light, but, much to
Carrie dismay, Julie did not stop after a few slaps,
and, after she had continued for several minutes,
Carrie felt as if her belly were on fire and began to
wonder how much more she could stand, especially when
Julie concentrated more and more of her attention on
the rock hard ridge which seemed particularly
vulnerable to her attack.
Indeed, every time that Julie's hand struck there, the
muscles beneath exerted a tug, as if Julie were
strumming an elastic band which had been stretched from
Carrie's navel to her pubis. Carrie had to admit that
this tugging sensation was not altogether unpleasant,
but, by the time that Julie finally relented, she was
more than ready to have her stop.
After delivering her final slap, Julie crawled to where
she could take Carrie's head in her hands and,
whispering words of endearment, kissed her flushed face
while assuring her that the pain she had endured would
be amply compensated by the pleasure she would now
receive. She then left Carrie dangling long enough to
fetch a hair brush, which, on her return, she carefully
placed, bristles down, on the bulge beneath Carrie's
navel.
Resuming her seat on the floor, Julie put one hand on
the brush and the other on the soft flesh covering of
Carrie's inner thigh, just below her vulva. Telling
Carrie to "Focus your mind on the sensations it will be
receiving," Julie used her hands to play Carrie's body
the way a musician plays an instrument. Moving her
hands in unison, she stroked the flesh along Carrie's
upper thighs at the same time as she gently brushed the
reddened surface of her lower belly.
From the outset, Carrie was transported into a domain
of sensuality which she had sometimes imagined but
never visited before. Reading the signs of Carrie's
arousal, when Julie saw her labia begin to swell and
the mouth of her vagina open, she moved her hand up
Carrie's thigh until her thumb was resting against the
bud of Carrie's clitoris.
Overwhelmed with the sensations coursing through her
body, Carrie lifted herself onto her toes in an attempt
to play a more active role in the delivery of her own
torment. Employing all her skills, Julie brought Carrie
to a peak of sexual excitement and, by modulating the
strength with which she was applying the brush to
Carrie's tender stomach and her thumb to her clitoris,
kept Carrie suspended there for several minutes before
she collapsed into a blissful orgasm.
Returning to Carrie's head, Julie waited for her to
recover before grasping her under the arms and helping
her into a sitting position on her throne of pillows.
When she saw that Carrie was beginning to emerge from
her post-orgasmic daze, Julie reminded her that what
she had just experienced was only a sample of the
techniques which could be used on her lower body.
In particular, she claimed that, "Had your tummy been
prepared in the manner I have suggested, it could have
played a much more significant part in your arousal.
Instead of the brush, I would have used my hands and
fingers to dig into the line of muscles which form the
delectable ridge along which I applied the brush,
manipulating it in a way which would produce a greatly
augmented version of the tugging sensation you felt
while your tummy was being slapped.
"Not only would the resulting sensations be more
satisfying, but their duration could be protracted
nearly indefinitely, and, especially in conjunction
with stimulation of your vulva, could give pleasure
beyond anything you have known. However, the decision
is yours: are you willing to submit to the preparations
in order to gain the rewards?"
Seeing that Carrie needed time to make her decision and
not wanting to her decision to be made without due
consideration, Julie proposed that Carrie go home and
sleep on it. If she decided that she wanted to go
ahead, she should return the following evening to have
Julie start training her stomach. Otherwise, Julie told
her that, although they would remain friends, she would
assume that Carrie had chosen to not have Julie
continue expanding her sexual repertoire. As a warning
that she not make her decision lightly, Julie warned
Carrie that if she chose to accept, she should
anticipate having very sore stomach muscles for the
duration of their training.
Carrie Has Her Tummy Trained: Even as she left Julie's
apartment, Carrie knew that she would be returning the
next evening. In spite of, or perhaps partly because
of, Julie's warning, she was excited by the idea of
ceding to Julie the control over her tummy which her
warning had implied she would demand.
Her conviction only increased when she got back home
and examined the trace of pink which Julie's slaps had
left on her belly and remembered how exciting it had
been to know that Julie, not herself, would determine
how many slaps it would receive. Certainly, having
Julie determine how long and how hard her abdominal
muscles were to work would be even more exciting.
On the other hand, excited as she was by these
thoughts, her excitement was tinged with fear about
what Julie would require of her. Based on the
experience she had had when Julie trained her breasts,
she knew that there would be no turning back once Julie
started on her tummy. Thus, it was with mixed emotions
that, on the following evening, she donned her workout
clothes and returned to Julie's apartment.
When she entered Julie's living room, Carrie saw that
Julie had rearranged her furniture so that only a low
coffee table stood in the middle. Taking Carrie by the
hand, Julie led her to the table and asked her to stand
with her arms raised over her head. Julie then removed
Carrie's shirt, but left her bra covering her breasts.
Next, she inserted a cloth band into the right side of
Carrie's shorts, pushed it through until it emerged
below, and then tied it into a loop.
After she had repeated the same procedure on the right,
she adjusted the loops until the covering Carrie's
pants afforded her lower belly was effectively the same
as that provided by a bikini bottom. That is, when
Julie had finished, Carrie's belly was left bare, from
the bottom of her bra to the dip just above her pubis.
Reaching her hand forward to stroke the smooth curves
of Carrie's tummy, Julie looked Carrie in the eye and
said, "Enjoy the comfort that your stomach muscles now
feel because that comfort will be denied them until I
have finished with them, and, even then, you will
continue to feel the aftereffects of what I am going to
make them do. Namely, for the next half hour, I am
going to force your abdominal muscles to work without
respite. The intensity of that work will vary from
extreme to relatively mild. However, at no time will
they be permitted complete relaxation."
So saying, she bade Carrie lie down with her back on
the table. Because the table was too short to
accommodate her whole body, Carrie realized that either
her head and shoulders or her legs would have to hang
off one end or the other, and she decided that she
would prefer that it be her legs which would be the
unsupported portion of her body. However, this was not
Julie's preference, and so, no sooner had Carrie
assumed a prone position on the table than Julie
instructed her to move so that it was her head and
shoulders which were left dangling.
To complete her preparations, Julie lifted Carrie
shoulders high enough to shove a soft towel between her
shoulder blades and the edge of the table, thereby
preventing the table from digging into her back. Once
she had Carrie positioned as she wanted, Julie sat
herself on the floor next to Carrie's feet, grasped her
ankles in her hands, and told Carrie to lock her hands
behind her neck, bring her head into the same plane as
the rest of her body, and hold it there.
Being accustomed to doing sit-ups, Carrie had no
trouble lifting her head to the required level. On the
other hand, keeping it there was an entirely different
matter. Indeed, after a few seconds, all her abdominal
muscles began to complain, and, after half a minute,
the muscles in her lower belly were trembling. Seeing
Carrie's distress, Julie gave her permission to
relieve, or at least vary, the tension in her muscles
by bobbing her head up and down.
Although acting on Julie's suggestion did nothing to
reduce the fatigue of her muscles, Carrie did find that
it distracted her from the burning sensation emanating
from the muscles in her lower belly. Nonetheless, by
the end of one and a half minutes, Julie saw that
Carrie was on the verge of collapse and told her that
she could let her head drop to the floor. As soon as
the back of Carrie's head touched the floor, Julie
lifted her legs in the air, and, when she had them
vertical, told Carrie that she was allowed to move them
any way she wished so long as she kept them straight
and suspended.
Julie's instructions left Carrie in a quandary. As she
immediately realized, these instructions were designed
to deprive her abdomen of complete relaxation while it
was recovering from its struggle to keep her head off
the ground. But how was she to maximize her relief? As
she well knew from doing leg lifts, she certainly did
not want to let her legs drop out of the vertical plane
above her hips. Thus, she experimented to see whether
any relief would result from spreading her legs to form
a vertical V.
What she discovered is that, although spreading them
provided some relief to her stomach muscles, it put
considerable strain on the muscles in her groin. When
she attempted to relieve this strain by bending her
legs at the knee, Julie admonished her for her lapse
and punished her by grabbing the stretched tendons
along her inner thigh and squeezing them until she
straightened legs again. Resigned to her predicament,
Carrie learned that the best way for her to comply with
Julie's demands was to keep her legs moving, bringing
them together for short periods to relieve her groin
and then spreading them to relieve her tummy.
Pleased by Carrie's resignation to her fate, Julie
moved to the side of the table and placed her palms on
the tense surface of Carrie's belly. Gently rubbing the
hard muscles beneath, Julie commiserated with Carrie
about the pain she was enduring. "Poor Carrie. Her
tummy muscles are already sore and their travail has
only just begun." She accompanied her words with a
closer examination of the muscles in question.
Probing with her fingers, she squeezed the individual
stands running along Carrie's belly from her waist down
to her crotch. Although her squeezing heightened
Carrie's awareness of their fatigue, it did so in a
surprisingly pleasurable way. Indeed, as Julie had
predicted, having her abdominal muscles strummed while
under tension produced the same erotic tugging
sensation as Carrie had experienced when Julie slapped
her tummy on her previous visit, only this time the
sensation was much more penetrating.
Now the sensation was not only on the tendons of her
crotch but also deep inside, on the tendons supporting
her uterus and the muscular sheath surrounding her
vagina. In fact, after a while, Carrie realized that
her vagina was contracting in the way it did when she
was approaching orgasm. However, she knew that orgasm
was out of the question and that she had better simply
savor whatever pleasure she was granted without
anticipating the satisfaction of a climax.
With the help of the distraction provided by Julie's
intervention, Carrie managed to keep her legs in the
air for seven minutes, but she was unable to keep them
there longer and, with tears in her eyes, begged Julie
to let her lower them. When this happened, Julie rose
to her feet, resumed her grip on Carrie's ankles, and
guided her legs back down toward table.
However, when she had them approximately half way down,
she stopped. Still holding Carrie's legs by the ankles,
Julie told Carrie that she would help her hold her legs
up but that she would insist that Carrie continue doing
most of the work. Shifting her grip so that her hands
circled Carrie's feet at their arches, Julie pushed
forward until Carrie's legs were bent so that her knees
were above her chest and her heels above her buttock.
Julie then let go of Carrie's feet, forcing her stomach
muscles back to work. With her legs bent, it was much
easier for Carrie to keep her legs up.
Nonetheless, after several minutes, she felt her
muscles begin the fail and again begged Julie for
relief. Julie's response was to first put her hand
under the Achilles tendons at the back of Carrie's
ankles and then permit Carrie to rest her feet on her
hands. Unfortunately for Carrie, the relief Julie's
hands provided was far less than Carrie wanted.
Each time that Julie decided that Carrie was putting
too much weight on her hands, she removed her hands,
thereby transferring the burden of holding her legs
back onto Carrie's abdominal muscles. Thus, Carrie, in
spite of her desire to rest her stomach muscles, had to
exercise great care when using the diabolically
ephemeral perch provided by Julie's hands. Nonetheless,
the support she got from Julie's hands enabled Carrie
to keep her legs in their partially bent position for a
full twelve minutes, leaving approximately ten minutes
before the torment of her abdominal muscles would come
to an end.
Much to Carrie's relief, when Julie guided her legs
back to the table, she grabbed Carries hands and pulled
her to her feet before joining her on the table top.
Standing inches in front of Carrie, Julie instructed
Carrie to make her stomach as hard as she could and
placed her hands on its surface. Strong as Carrie's
abdominal muscles were, her stomach retained a
succulent femininity. In particular, although her
muscles were well defined, especially after being taxed
as they had been, they were covered by a pleasing layer
of warm, soft flesh.
Thus, when Julie pressed her finger into Carrie's
tummy, it sank nearly a quarter inch before
encountering the rock hard plane of muscle beneath.
Keeping her finger pressed into Carrie's abdomen, Julie
looked into Carrie's face and warned her that any
slackness in her pose would be punished. For Carrie,
doing her best to satisfy Julie, minute after painful
minute ticked by. When, for an instant, Carrie let her
stomach relax, Julie responded by immediately digging
her finger deep into Carrie's belly, forcing Carrie to
re-tighten her muscles around the finger embedded in
them, and only relenting after Carrie had endured the
penetration of her belly for several seconds.
By the end of the pre-ordained half hour, tears of pain
and exhaustion were running down Carrie's cheeks and
sweat coated her entire torso. Ignoring the tears and
sweat, Julie clasped Carrie's limp body to her own and,
kissing her face, congratulated her for having
completed the first stage of her training. Shaken by
Julie's emphasis that this had been only the first
stage, Carrie asked "You mean there is more?" to which
Julie replied that indeed there was.
Still hugging Carrie, Julie explained that for the rest
of the week she wanted Carrie to return each evening
for further training. However, she assured Carrie that
the succeeding lessons would be less physically
demanding than the one she had just had. Specifically,
all that Julie would require is that she spend ten
minutes performing various abdominal exercises.
Although these sessions would be easier physically,
Julie cautioned Carrie to expect them to equally
psychologically trying.
Indeed, she predicted that Carrie's tummy would be very
sore and that its soreness would do nothing but
increase after each visit. As a result, Carrie would be
increasingly reluctant to return. Thus, it was
essential that Carrie keep in mind the reward which
awaited her. Namely, when she came back on Saturday,
Julie would spend the weekend introducing her to a
world of sexual excitement to which all her soreness
was winning her entry.
As Carrie learned when she tried to get up the next
morning, Julie's prediction about the state of her
tummy was more than accurate. Every muscle in her
abdomen was so sore that she suffered each time that
she moved. No previous muscular exhaustion approached
what her stomach was experiencing. Never had she
realized how essential a role abdominal muscles play.
Thus, much as she tried to avoid using them, every move
sent a spike a pain through her belly. As she
discovered when she at last made her way to the
bathroom, she could not even relieve her bladder
without using her stomach muscles, and moving her
bowels was still worse. Nonetheless, having survived
Julie's initial training lesson, Carrie was determined
to complete the course. Knowing now how Julie wanted
her attired, Carrie wore bikini panties when she
returned for her remaining training sessions at Julie's
apartment.
As Julie had promised, these were less grueling than
the first one had been. Stripped to her bra and
panties, Carrie lay on Julie's coffee table performing
under Julie's watchful eye. For the most part, the
exercises Julie prescribed were conventional. After
starting with standard sit-ups for a couple of minutes,
Julie made Carrie spend the rest of the ten minutes
balanced on her buttocks with her shoulders and legs
off the table, and, as long as Carrie kept her
shoulders and arms raised, she gave Carrie freedom to
adjust her position any way that she wished.
Although there was no position in which Carrie could
reduce the strain on her abdominal muscles, this
freedom did afford her some relief and made it possible
for her to endure the burning pain in her lower belly.
As the week progressed, Carrie reluctance to subject
her tummy to further punishment increased but was
assuaged by her fierce desire to collect her reward.
A Weekend at Julie's: Assuming that her need for
clothing would be minimal, in preparation for her
weekend at Julie's Carrie put only a skirt and sweater
along with her toilet articles into a small suitcase.
She then pampered her tired body in a scented, warm
bubble bath, taking particular care to remove all
unsightly hair from her underarms and legs.
While she was soaking beneath the bubbles, she let her
mind drift. Not surprisingly, her thoughts centered on
anticipation of what experiences awaited her body. She
now knew enough about Julie's methods to be certain
that both her body and her mind would be taxed.
Normally, this certainty might have diminished her
enthusiasm, but her trust of Julie had grown so strong
that her fear now seemed to act as an aphrodisiac which
only increased her excitement.
Rising from her bath, she carefully dried, and,
standing in front of her bathroom mirror, covered her
warm, pink flesh with a thin layer of powder. Before
leaving the mirror, she spent a long time brushing her
hair before gathering into a ponytail. Finally, she
went into her bedroom, where she chose a simple cotton
dress and sandals to cloth her otherwise naked body.
Clothed and packed for the weekend, Carrie put on a
coat, left her apartment, and headed out for her
weekend at Julie's.
When Carrie arrived at Julie's apartment, she was a
little flustered. What were the rules of etiquette
governing appropriate behavior in such a situation? She
had come as a weekend guest, but Emily Post had not
anticipated a weekend visit of the sort on which she
was embarking. Thus, Carrie was grateful that Julie
seemed to know exactly how to proceed.
After helping her remove her coat, Julie complimented
Carrie on her attire and led her into the living room,
where she sat herself on the couch and invited Carrie
to join her by patting the place next to her. When
Carrie was seated at her side, Julie explained that the
whole weekend lay before them and that there was no
need to rush. On the contrary, her intention was to
move at a pace which would enable Carrie to fully
appreciate every nuance of what was being done to her
body.
As if to emphasize her point, Julie said that, for
moment, the only articles of clothing which she wanted
Carrie to remove were her sandals. When Carrie had done
so, Julie told her to re-seat herself so that she was
sitting on her haunches, with her legs bent and splayed
on either side. Carrie was sufficiently flexible to
assume this position with no difficulty, and, because
of the cushioning provided by the couch, her only
problem in maintaining it came from the demands it made
on her sore abdominal muscles. Shifting her own
position to give her greater access to Carrie's body,
Julie ran her hand over Carrie's front, molding her
dress to her torso and enjoying the firm contours
beneath.
When her hand reached the hem of Carrie's dress, it
burrowed under the folds and followed Carrie's thigh up
to her vulva. As her hand was reaching its destination,
Julie told Carrie that she was to flatten her tummy and
remain absolutely still. Then, using only one finger,
Julie began to stroke the narrow crease between
Carrie's labia. It did not take long before Carrie's
breathing became a sequence of gasps.
As soon as this happened, Julie, speaking in a quiet
but seductive voice, said, "What I am doing is bringing
you into blossom. That is, as I continue, the petals of
your vulva will open and spread, and, when this
happens, my finger will glide over the nectar coated
surface which hides below. During the weekend, you will
be brought into blossom frequently. Between
blossomings, your secretions will seal your labia shut,
and so, depending on your state of arousal when I
begin, the procedure may take quite a while. However, I
am sure that, like a flower, your vulva will enjoy
having its petals opened as much as I will enjoy
opening them."
By the time that Julie finished talking, it had become
impossible for Carrie to remain still. At first she was
able to satisfy her need to move by throwing her head
back and twisting it from side to side. However, as her
labia opened and Julie's finger ran along the silky
surfaces at the entrance to her vagina, Carrie's lower
body began to respond on its own.
Initially, its response was limited to her pelvic
region, which spread and thrust forward in an obvious
attempt to give Julie greater access to her target.
However, the trusting of her pelvis soon led to the
involvement of her entire lower body, which began
undulating in a series of bumps and grinds which would
have made a belly dancer blush. When this occurred,
Julie expressed her displeasure, "Carrie, if your body
is going to get the full benefit of my efforts, you
must discipline it to follow my instructions. At the
moment, your body is to be receptive but otherwise
passive. In order to help you remember, I want you to
hold up the hem of your dress so that your tummy is
bare and available for punishment should your attention
lapse."
Julie's words cut through the dreamy, erotic haze which
had enveloped Carrie's mind, and, without hesitation
she straightened her back and reached down to pull up
her dress until it was bunched just beneath her
breasts. Now that her belly was bare, Julie could
monitor its shape much more closely, and each time that
Carrie allowed her tummy to assume a more relaxed
curve, Julie would poke it until she to flattened it
again. Sometimes her poke was administered with a
finger or thumb, but when Julie decided that a more
penetrating method was required she would close her
hand into a fist which she would press deep into the
center of Carrie's already tender abdomen.
Throughout, Julie's insidious caress of Carrie vulva's
continued, and at the end of ten minutes Carrie began
to understand and appreciate the meaning of Julie's
words. Namely, it became easy for her to imagine her
body had become a flower which must rely on a bee to
open its petals and extract its nectar. Frustrating as
Julie's teasing was, Carrie was resigned to the passive
role which she had been assigned and learned that there
was enormous satisfaction in allowing another person to
exercise control over ones most intimate sexual
functions. Thus, when the finger was withdrawn from her
labia, rather than feeling relief, she was overwhelmed
by a sense of deprivation.
However, Julie quickly distracted her by announcing
that, although she would not be brought back into
blossom for a while, her vagina was to have visitors.
Reaching over to a small table next to her, Julie held
up a pair of solid looking metallic balls attached
together by a string and told Carrie that she was going
to insert these balls into her vagina and have her hold
them there for the rest of the day. Although Carrie
knew that they existed, she had never imagined having a
pair of ben-wa balls inside her, much less kept there
for several hours. Nonetheless, with Julie's guidance,
she rearranged her body to receive the balls.
First Julie had her turn around, so that Carrie's head
hung off the front of the couch, her back lay on a seat
cushion, and her legs bent over its back. Then,
grabbing her by the ankles, Julie hoisted her up until
her back lay against the back of the couch, her
shoulders bore most of her weight, and her legs were
left bicycling in the air. Finally, pushing on the
backs of her calves, Julie curled Carrie into an upside
down squat, with her buttock the highest point on her
body.
Julie then went to the front of the couch and spread
Carrie legs a little to completely expose her vulva.
Holding it with her fingertips, she pressed the first
ball against the entrance of Carrie's vagina until it
disappeared into Carrie's interior. Running her hands
along the smooth flesh of Carrie's upper thighs and
buttock, Julie coaxed Carrie to absorb the ball deeper
into her body. Because of her inverted position, Carrie
had gravity on her side, and that, combined with the
copious secretions which her "blossoming" had produced,
enabled her to draw the ball down all the way to her
cervix. Giving Carrie a little time to adjust to the
presence of the first ball, Julie introduced the second
ball and had Carrie work her vaginal muscles to bring
it into contact with the first ball.
With the two balls embedded in her vagina, Carrie
initially felt a pleasurable sensation of fullness
similar to that she had experienced during intercourse.
On the other hand, this was quite different. During
intercourse, her body instinctively knew what to do,
and her hips and pelvis responded accordingly. But what
was expected of it now was not clear. Fortunately,
Julie once again seemed to have no doubts.
Peering down between Carrie's thighs to look into her
upturned face, Julie told Carrie that she was to simply
stay as she was, enjoying the weight of the balls in
vagina, until her secretions dried sufficiently to seal
her labia closed so that when she rose the balls would
be securely encased inside. She then tidied up in the
area of Carrie's crotch, with particular attention to
the pubic hair, which she pushed to either side so that
it would not interfere with the sealing process. Julie
then went into her bathroom and returned with a
portable hair dryer which, after turning it on and
adjusting it to its lowest heat setting, she directed
at Carrie's gaping labia.
Julie paid close attention to her task. Because of
Carrie's aroused state, it took quite a while for the
dryer to have its desired effect. However, Julie was
patient, and, when she saw Carrie's secretions at last
start to congeal, she used her fingers to monitor
Carrie's sealing. Working like a fine pastry chef, she
made sure that the initial sealing took place at the
entrance of Carrie's vagina and proceeded from there
outwards.
Then, as Carrie's secretions hardened into a viscous
glue, Julie, using a thumb and index finger, pressed
shut the puckered purse formed by Carrie's outer labia,
thereby guaranteeing that the gate to Carrie's vagina
would be firmly closed. Finally, when she was satisfied
that Carrie was properly sealed, she turned off the
hair dryer and, using her index finger, drilled a small
hole down to Carrie's urethra so that she could relieve
her bladder without disturbing the seal.
Having completed Carrie's sealing, Julie patted Carrie
on her upturned buttock before helping her right
herself into a normal sitting position and pull the
skirt of her dress back down over her legs. Then, after
smoothing the rumples out of Carrie's dress, Julie
suggested that Carrie relax for a few minutes while she
prepared them some tea. During Julie's absence, Carrie
assessed her state, with particular attention to the
ben-wa balls embedded inside her. She had noticed that,
in the transition from her inverted to her upright
position, the direction in which gravity pulled the
balls had reversed, so that instead of pressing against
her cervix they were now being pulled in the opposite
direction.
However, other than this change and the continuous, but
subtle, pressure which they exerted against the walls
of her vagina, she was somewhat disappointed that,
since their installation, the presence of the ben-wa
balls had been barely perceptible. Nonetheless,
sitting, as she was, like some utterly conventional,
bourgeois lady paying an afternoon call on a shopping
companion, she could not suppress a smile each time she
acknowledged the difference between her demure
appearance on Julie's couch and the reality of her
visit.
In fact, when Julie returned with their tea and asked
Carrie what she had been thinking about, Carrie
revealed the source of her amusement to Julie, who not
only shared her amusement with the irony of their
afternoon tete-a-tete but decided that it would be fun
to develop it further. Namely, she proposed that, after
finishing their tea, they go on a shopping excursion
together.
For Carrie the idea of going out shopping with only a
cotton dress covering her body and a pair of ben-wa
balls rattling around inside was a little daunting.
Wholly aside from her relative nudity, she worried
about the possibility of the balls starting to descend
and ending up dropping on the floor between her feet.
When she told Julie her concern, Julie said that having
to keep the balls in place would be part of the fun and
assured her that, even if the seal on her labia began
to break down, her vaginal muscles were up to the
challenge. To test the resilience of the seal, Julie
encouraged Carrie to go the bathroom and see that she
could empty her bladder without dislodging the balls.
As Julie predicted, when Carrie returned from the
bathroom, some of her concern had dissipated and she
agreed to join Julie on a shopping expedition, although
her enthusiasm was diminished when Julie explained the
purpose of their shopping. Namely, standing behind the
couch, Julie leaned over Carrie's shoulder, opened
several of the buttons on her dress, and pulled the top
of her dress aside to bare her breasts. She then
applied her fingers to the tips of Carrie's nipples
until they stood out like hard little pegs at the
centers of her breasts.
After making them as hard as she could get them, Julie
told Carrie that she would make sure that her nipples
remained visible while they were shopping and announced
that "the goal of our shopping trip will be the
enhancement and stimulation of your breasts. In
particular, we will begin by buying a pair of nipple
shields which, after I have attached them, will prevent
your nipples from relaxing."
A Trying Shopping Trip: Still uncertain, but not
knowing how to refuse, Carrie gave her tacit agreement
and headed out with Julie. As they walked along in the
early spring weather, Carrie was acutely aware of the
movement of her dress against her erect nipples and the
subtle shifting of the balls lodged deep inside her
vagina. Although the prominence of her nipples caused
her some embarrassment, her real concern was about her
ability to keep the balls safely inside.
After they had gone a couple of blocks, she felt them
start to drop and told Julie that she was afraid that
the carefully constructed seal was about to be
breached, with disastrous consequences. In response,
Julie led Carrie into a narrow alley between two brick
buildings and had her stand so that she could lean with
her head and shoulder blades against a wall. She then
grasped Carrie's buttocks and pulled her hips forward
until her body assumed a gentle arc. Placing a hand on
Carrie's belly, Julie next instructed Carrie to draw
the balls back inside herself by contracting her inner
muscles.
At first Carrie's efforts were somewhat disorganized
and, if anything, seemed to have the opposite of the
desired effect. Seeing Carrie's frustration, Julie
applied pressure with her hand to guide Carrie and help
her to find the muscles which would produce the
required contractions.
In addition to her hand, she quietly told Carrie, "You
must learn how to use your inner musculature so that
your vagina, and even your uterus, become organs over
which you have control. There is no more reason for the
balls to drop out of your vagina than there would be
for them to drop if you were holding them in your
hands. If we have to stop again, I will punish your
tummy for your lack of control." She then added,
somewhat sternly, "you can avoid punishment by keeping
your inner muscles at work, and that is what I expect
you to do."
Once Carrie's crisis had passed, Julie gave her a
little time to savor her new-found powers while
continuing to stroke her proffered belly and
occasionally letting her hand slip down to the region
around the apex of her pelvic bone, which was clearly
delineated under the thin material of her dress.
However, as soon as she was certain that Carrie would
be able to continue their walk, Julie pulled Carrie's
body flat against her own, bestowed a warm kiss on her
lips, and smoothed her disheveled hair before leading
her back to the sidewalk.
Within a block, they arrived at the drugstore at which
Julie knew she could buy the nipple shields she had
promised and where she knew that there was a bathroom
in which she could attach them. After browsing through
the selection available, she chose a simple set
consisting of two circular disks made out of a pliable
plastic material. Once she had paid for them, Julie led
Carrie to the bathroom where, after locking the door,
she opened Carrie dress and lowered it until the upper
half was bunched around her waist.
She then turned Carrie so that she could see herself in
the mirror over the washbasin and, standing in back of
her, reached under her arms so that she could fondle
her breasts. For a few minutes, Julie teased Carrie's
nipples to bring them to maximum erection. Then, when
she had them the way she wanted, she cupped one breast
in her left hand while attaching the nipple shield with
her right.
The way these shields were designed, the nipple poked
through a perforated opening in the center of the disk
and was captured by a collar of flexible plastic shards
which the nipple had displaced as it passed through.
Because of its fully erect state, Julie had to coax the
distended stalk through the hole and then make sure
that it was centrally seated and held firmly in its
collar, a procedure which entailed a good deal of
pulling and occasional pricking of Carrie's already
excited teat.
However, when Julie had finished, Carrie understood
what she had accomplished: until it was released, her
nipple would remain rigidly erect, with the result
that, even covered by her dress, it would be
prominently displayed and constantly available for
further stimulation. This latter realization was
immediately confirmed when, after getting both shields
in place, Julie turned Carrie around, so that her
buttock pressed against the edge of the sink, and ran
her the tip of tongue back and forth over the tips of
Carrie's trapped nipples while, simultaneously, running
her fingers along the V presented to her by Carrie's
crotch.
After a couple of minutes, Julie continued to rub
Carrie's crotch but leaned back and, with a less than
kind smile on her face, whispered, "Carrie, see how
your nipples have swelled and appear to be fighting
their constricting collars. The beauty of the shields
is that your nipples can only become harder, they
can't, even after the stimulation stops, relax. As you
are already aware, this means that the pressure you
feel on them will be relentless and will do nothing but
increase as time passes. Of course, because there will
be no relief, your frustration will grow along with
your nipples.
"On the other hand, this frustration will be partially
compensated by the effect that the excitement of your
breasts will have on the rest of your body.
Specifically, as you will have already discovered, the
muscles in your lower belly and those surrounding your
vagina and rectum respond to what is happening to your
breasts and will help you maintain control over the
balls which you must hold inside you. I think that you
will enjoy the consequences and know that I will enjoy
watching you learn to cope with them. However, we have
already spent more than our fair share of time here and
must move on."
So saying, Julie recovered Carrie's upper body with her
dress and led her back into the store. Much to Carrie's
embarrassment, as they passed the checkout stand, the
young man behind the register did nothing to hide his
appreciation of the use to which they had put their
recent acquisition.
As they proceeded down the street, every male who
passed turned to admire the display to which Carrie's
breasts were treating him. Indeed, as she was all too
well aware, with each step her breasts jiggled slightly
and caused her erect nipples to trace an intriguing
path along the thin material covering them. Moreover,
by now her nipples were so hard that every detail of
their shape was available for inspection, particularly
when a puff of springtime breeze plastered her dress
against her front.
Thus, she was greatly relieved when Julie suggested
that they take some refreshment in a dimly lit
coffeehouse. Choosing a discretely hidden booth
surrounded by a panel on three sides, Julie had Carrie
sit next to her on the padded bench provided. When they
were seated, Julie reached her hand under the table and
placed it on the surface of Carrie's firm belly.
Speaking in a hushed voice, she said, "I think that it
time for you to exercise your tummy. As you know, the
reason why I had you work it during the week was that I
wanted to teach you about the sensual potential of a
belly whose muscles have been properly prepared. Thus,
I want you to now lift your legs and hold them straight
until I give you permission to let them down. Because
it is your stomach, and not your legs, which I want to
exercise, you may, if you wish spread them to ease the
strain on your legs. However, you are to do nothing to
relieve the strain on your abdomen, whose efforts I
will be monitoring with my hand."
With visible reluctance, Carrie complied. She had known
that her tummy would eventually be made the center of
attention, but she somewhat resented its being called
upon under circumstances in which she saw no
possibility of being rewarded for its suffering.
Nonetheless, her confidence in Julie's judgment was now
complete, and so she pushed her back against the
cushion on the panel and, with a wince, lifted her feet
off the floor and straightened her legs until they were
grazing the bottom of the table above them.
The resulting strain on Carrie's sore stomach muscles
was immediate, and the appearance of their waiter to
take their order did nothing to mitigate her distress.
Sitting with Julie's hand on her trembling tummy, her
nipples poking through her dress, her legs suspended
under the table, and her eyes moist with incipient
tears, she could just imagine the image that she must
be presenting. Fortunately, Julie, seemingly never at a
loss, murmured something about her companion being
momentarily overcome and ordered them a two cups of
coffee. Satisfied by Julie's explanation, the waiter
departed to get their coffee.
When he had gone, Julie gently patted Carrie's tummy
and attempted to explain why it was being forced to
suffer. "As you are learning, true sensual pleasure
derives from a highly complicated mixture of intense
physical and psychological stimuli. We all enjoy having
our erogenous zones caressed, but we soon learn that
fondling by itself has its limits, and we quickly
become sated. In order to prolong our pleasure, we must
spice our sexual life by introducing a variety of
stimuli, some of which are explicitly erotic and others
of which are more ambiguous and occasionally painful.
In both cases, it is essential to involve as much of
the body as possible.
"At the moment, I am making your stomach suffer for two
reasons. One is the pleasure it gives me to know that
you are willing to subject your entire body to my will.
The other is to provide you the experience of knowing
that, for the duration of the weekend, you have
relinquished control of your body to me and that your
only responsibility is to respond to what I do to it.
The response which I can feel under my hand on your
belly convinces me that your body, if not your mind,
understands what I am talking about."
In spite of her travail, Carrie was able to absorb
Julie's message and recognize the truth that it
contained. In fact, at some point during its delivery,
she realized that she had transcended her physical
discomfort and was actually smiling through the tears
in her eyes. Throwing her head back so that it rested
on the top of cushion behind her and spreading her legs
as wide as the table would allow, she resolved to keep
her legs up for as long as Julie demanded and that, in
the meantime, she would immerse herself in her own self
immolation.
When Julie saw the waiter returning with their coffee,
she gave Carrie permission to lower her legs. By this
time, perspiration glued Carrie's dress to her breasts,
with the result that not only the shape of her nipples
but even the flushed color of her breasts showed
through their damp covering.
Thus, upon his arrival, the waiter was treated to an
erotically enticing view of an unmistakably excited
female body, a treat of which he took full advantage by
prolonging his stay as long as he could without being
too obvious. When he at last left them alone, Julie ran
her hand down Carrie's tummy until it reached her
crotch, where she used her fingers to pull the skirt up
so that her hand could rest on Carrie's taut, bare,
lower belly. Massaging the flesh under her hand, Julie
congratulated Carrie on her fortitude and assured her
that her reward would more than compensate the pain she
had endured.
"After we get home, I will put your tummy to work on an
entirely different project when I continue teaching you
how to use your abdominal muscles to master of what is
happening inside your vagina. By the time I am done,
you will have learned more about your abdominal cavity
than you ever suspected there was to know. You have
much to look forward to, but, for now, just enjoy the
anticipation of what lies ahead."
Back at Julie's Place: Upon their return to Julie's
apartment, Julie led Carrie into the bathroom where she
removed her rumpled, damp dress and told her to take a
much needed shower. During her shower, the spray
striking Carrie's breasts caused the shields to wobble
and tug against her nipples in a stimulating but
tormenting way, reigniting her excitement, which had
been waning ever since they left the coffee house. As
her nipples responded, her mind returned to what Julie
had said she was going to experience when they got
home, particularly the part about teaching her to
master her own anatomy.
Thus, by the time she had finished scrubbing and
rinsing her body, she was once again in a state of
extreme sexual anticipation as she emerged from the
shower. On hearing the shower turned off, Julie called
to her from the bedroom, telling her to first dry and
powder herself and then join her in the bedroom, where
she had been making preparations.
When she entered Julie's bedroom, Carrie was taken
aback to discover that Julie had removed her own dress
and was waiting for her clad in only bra and panties,
both of which were semi-transparent. This was the first
time that Julie had exposed her body to Carrie, who
realized that she had heretofore never considered
Julie's own sexuality.
After assessing Julie body and mentally comparing it to
her own, Carrie was a little embarrassed to catch
herself imagining how Julie's naked body would feel.
She saw that Julie's figure was somewhat fuller and
softer than her own and wondered how it would be to
have those generous breasts and hips pressed against
hers. Intuiting Carrie's thoughts, Julie smiled at her
and said "all in due course, but for now I have
different plans."
Standing behind Carrie, Julie wrapped a cloth cord
around her waist and tied one end in a loose circle
which was supported by her hips, leaving the other end
dangling over her buttock. She then bade Carrie lie on
her back in the center of the bed with her legs bent.
Sitting next to Carrie's bent legs, Julie grabbed the
dangling end and made a loop through which she threaded
a second cord.
Taking hold of one ankle at a time, she tied them to
the ends of this second cord so that, after she had
done tightening it, it brought Carrie's heels against
her buttock and forced her bent legs to spread so that
her vulva was once again thoroughly available. However,
Julie was not done. Using a long cord, she ran one end
around Carrie's left leg, just above her bent knee and
tied it there.
Taking the other end, she dropped it over the side of
the bed and shoved it under the bed until it emerged on
the opposite side. Shifting to Carrie's right side, she
drew the cord taut against the bed frame and wrapped it
around Carrie's right leg in the same way as she had
her left. Although Julie left a little slack in the
cord, when she was done, Carrie had no option but to
remain trussed, like of bird prepared for the oven,
with her legs splayed. Having secured Carrie's lower
portion, Julie finished her preparations by tying
Carrie's arms above her head with a cord which looped
each wrist and ran around the middle post at the head
of the bed.
After checking her knots and making a few adjustments,
Julie went to the head of the bed and, with a loving
smile on her lips, looked down into Carrie's troubled
face.
"Carrie, my dear, I have bound you not because I intend
to inflict pain but because I want to relieve you of
responsibility. As you will soon learn, the pleasures
to which I will introduce your body require you give me
absolute control over it. At times, this requirement
would be impossible to you to satisfy on your own, and
asking you to attempt to do so would detract from your
ability to concentrate on what your body is
experiencing. Tied as you now are, the availability of
your body will not be your responsibility, it will
simply be a fact over which you have no control."
Having given this explanation, Julie moved to a
comfortable position next to Carrie's hips and, still
smiling, gave Carrie a preview of what was coming.
"I will begin by bringing you back into blossom, which,
in view of your present state of arousal, should not
take long. However, as soon as the secretions produced
by your blossoming have thoroughly coated your labia, I
will stop and, over what I anticipate will be your
strong objections, will force you to take a nap. Like
an over-excited child, you will resent being made to
nap.
"Your body has been being stimulated for several hours,
and it will need some time to recover in order to fully
appreciate the experience which I have planned for it
next. In any case, once you are reconciled to your
fate, I am going to place the hair dryer so that it
reseals you. You will find the breeze from the dryer on
your open vulva quite distracting, particularly because
I will direct it so that it continuously ruffles your
pubic hair.
"Nonetheless, I expect that you will learn to cope with
this distraction and will eventually be able to drowse
off, although I suspect that your dreams will be filled
with erotic images. At the end of your nap, I will re-
awaken you by bringing you back into blossom, a process
which, because it will require you to first break down
the seal which has been created, you will find quite
demanding. Be that as it may, you will later appreciate
that these demands will be good preparation for later
stages in your training."
So saying, Julie took up a position between Carrie's
splayed legs and ran a finger up and down the already
damp crease between Carrie's labia. With diabolical
skill, she varied her attack so that Carrie's body was
denied satisfaction but was forced to respond as if
orgasm were immanent. After several minutes, Carrie was
twisting her head from side to side and emitting little
gasps of frustration. Because her primary purpose was
to make Carrie produce a sufficient flow of secretions
to create of solid seal, Julie withdrew her finger as
soon as she saw that Carrie's labia had opened and
become saturated with her vaginal juices.
With Carrie's cries of dismay and anger echoing in her
ears, Julie went to fetch the hair dryer, switched it
on, and carefully placed it so that it would blow a
steady stream of warm air on Carrie's crotch. After
making sure that the dryer would do its intended job,
Julie went to the head of the bed, put a soothing hand
on Carrie's forehead and, speaking as a mother would to
a recalcitrant child, tried to convince her that her
enforced rest was for her own good. Seeing that her
words were falling on deaf ears, she leaned over to
kiss away Carrie's tears and left the room, turning off
the light as she went.
Left alone in Julie's twilight lit bedroom, Carrie's
first response was increased anger at being abandoned.
Here she was, on the one hand being told to nap as if
she were a child and on the other hand being forced to
lie naked on her surrogate parent's bed with her legs
spread and a hair dryer sealing shut the entrance to
her obscenely open vagina, not to mention the erect
state of her captive nipples and the presence of a pair
of ben-wa balls lodged in her interior.
With these facts whirling around inside her head, she
was on the verge of complete rebellion. However, in her
present state, any overt act of rebellion would be
futile. Thus, her only option was to express her anger
in words, an option which she exercised by emitting a
stream of obscenities in the direction of the door
through which Julie had disappeared.
However, after several minutes of invective aimed at
Julie, she recognized how active a role she herself had
played in creating her present circumstances and became
embarrassed about her behavior. When this happened, her
screams died away and were replaced by a steady
snuffling resulting from the tears of frustration
running down her face.
Then, after an additional ten or so minutes had elapsed
and her sexual arousal had subsided, her anger began to
be displaced by a sense of sensual peace. As her body
succumbed to this new sensation, she immersed herself
in it and realized that she was taking pride in the way
that her nipples had swelled and her sexual organs had
responded to the demands being made on them.
Only partially conscious of what she was doing, she
lazily contracted her inner muscles around the balls,
alternately forcing them up against her cervix and down
her vaginal channel toward the seal which had begun to
form. But she had engaged in this subtle form of
masturbation for only a few minutes when she was
overcome by exhaustion and drifted off into the dream
filled sleep which Julie had predicted.
Carrie's nap lasted for nearly two hours and came to an
end when she became conscious of Julie's naked body
pressing against her own. Finding Carrie asleep when
she returned, Julie, without waking Carrie, had removed
what few clothes she wore and spread her body on top
Carrie's, making sure that their breasts would be
nestled together and that their bellies would be press
against one another.
After several minutes, Carrie, stirred under the weight
of Julie's body as consciousness began to return. When
she felt Carrie's body shift under her own, Julie
whispered that there was no rush and that she would
wait until Carrie agreed that it was time to begin her
next blossoming. At first Carrie said nothing while she
tried to absorb and come to terms with the fact that
she was now lying naked under another woman's equally
naked body.
To her surprise, Carrie quickly realized that she was
enjoying the softness of Julie's breasts on her own and
the feeling of Julie's stomach and hips pressing
against her own. However, after luxuriating for several
minutes in the cocoon which their bodies formed, Carrie
started to get restless. During the preceding two
hours, she had been dreaming about what Julie would do
with her body, and she was impatient to find out if the
reality would live up to her expectations. Thus, now
fully awake, she whispered, "Julie, the time has come
for you to make my body blossom again."
Filled with joy at Carrie's words, Julie rose and
untied the cord holding Carrie's wrist and the one
running under the bed. Then, resting an arm on one of
Carrie's bent knees and a breast against the adjacent
leg, she reached her other arm around Carrie's
trembling thigh and placed her fingers on the now
solidly closed lips of Carrie's vulva.
After testing the seal, she looked Carrie in the eye
and said, "Carrie, it is you who are going to open
these lips, I will do no more than reward you for your
progress as you open them for me. The way that you will
open them is by bearing down with your stomach and
inner muscles. After a while, the seal will start to
melt. When this happens, your clitoris will begin to
emerge and I will stroke its stalk to help you complete
your blossoming.
"At first, your body will want to withdraw your
clitoris, but you must resist this response and learn
to retract its protective hood so that the exquisitely
sensitive nub it wants to hide remains fully available
to me."
Completely committed to the task assigned her, Carrie
tried to ignore the complaint of her abdominal muscles
when she put them to work and bore down as Julie had
instructed. For several minutes, her efforts seemed to
be having no effect on her seal and to only result in a
film of sweat which crept down her struggling body and
eventually enveloped her entire front.
During this period, Julie whispered words of
encouragement and kept Carrie's mind focused on her
goal by tapping a finger along the shut purse which she
was trying to open. Then, just as Carrie was nearing
exhaustion and had begun to doubt that she could
contract her muscles again, Julie felt the first traces
of vaginal juices seeping through Carrie's labia and
rewarded Carrie by letting her finger slide into the
crease which was opening beneath them.
Once Carrie's blossoming began, further progress was
rapid, and within a minute her labia had separated to
reveal both the entrance to her vagina and the small
hood protecting her clitoris. Working with great
delicacy, Julie moved her hand so that she could shove
the hood aside with her thumb and expose the stalk
beneath. As Julie had predicted, Carrie instantly
bucked and twisted her hips in an anguished attempt to
resist this invasion of her most sensitive zone.
However, Julie refused to let Carrie escape. Instead,
she stilled Carrie's hips by slipping her arm into the
hallow under Carrie's knees and hugging Carrie's legs
against her own torso.
Having regained control over the situation, she
returned her fingers to Carrie's clitoris, which she
now coaxed into greater prominence by rubbing her
fingers up and down its stalk. As Carrie's clitoris
swelled and grew, Julie instructed her half crazed
tutee in a quiet but firm tone.
"The female anatomy is a beautiful but complex
creation, and the clitoris is among its most remarkable
features. On the one hand, the clitoris has only one
function, that of providing sexual stimulation. On the
other hand, it is designed in such a way that
realization of its full potential requires a woman
submit to her clitoris to the someone else's will.
Namely, because it is so well designed for its purpose,
its stimulation borders on the unbearable. As a result,
no woman will inflict upon herself the torment which
accompanies the proper manipulation of her clitoris.
"For this reason, most women never achieve the level of
ecstasy of which they are capable, and so you are
fortunate to have found someone who knows how to assist
you. I am going to continue persecuting this lovely
stalk until it has grown and swelled to its full size.
Then, just when you are certain that you can stand no
more, you are going to have an orgasm which you will
never forget. Because you have been waiting so long,
your orgasm will come in waves. In order to prolong
your ecstasy, I will continue stroking your clitoris
until I am certain that I have wrung from your body all
the pleasure it can provide you."
In her distracted state, Carrie only caught the gist of
Julie's words. All that she clearly understood is that
she would receive no relief until her body had
performed in accordance with Julie's expectations. As
Julie continued the relentless manipulation of her
clitoris, Carrie found herself taking pride in its
growth and did her best to keep it available for
further stimulation, even when Julie started taking
advantage of its length by bending it back and forth in
a way that sent pulses of exquisite pain flashing
through her entire body and forced a cry for pity from
her mouth.
Then, miraculously, as Julie relented and allowed her
clitoris to assume a more normal position, the initial
wave of her orgasm swept over her, releasing the
enormous tension which had been pent up inside her ever
since she arrived. Every muscle in her body seemed to
be involved in her release as she writhed under Julie's
grasp, at one point flexing her upper body off the bed
and burying her tear stained face against her raised
legs.
Once this wave started to recede, she collapsed back
and gasped her need to recover. However, she got no
solace from Julie who continued to manipulate her rock
hard clitoris, warning her that there was more to come
and that her body would soon be gripped by another
orgasm, one which would be less convulsive but equally
intense. Incredulous and angry, Carrie was tempted to
rebel. But, before she had had time to manifest her
rebellion, she realized that her body was indeed
preparing for another wave of orgasm.
After this second wave had passed, Julie relaxed her
hold on Carrie's knees and explained that "In spite its
fatigue, your body is yet to be drained. In some ways,
what you will experience next will be more satisfying
than your earlier orgasms. Now that it is exhausted,
your body will simply accept the stimulation which it
is receiving and will continue to perform until it is
drained."
Thus, for a delicious quarter hour, Julie continued
massaging Carrie's clitoris, occasionally evoking a
small orgasm which would ripple through Carrie's body
like the aftershock following an earthquake. Having
never before been forced to continue responding even
after she was sated, Carrie had initially tried to
remove her body from Julie further assault. However, by
the time Julie stopped, Carrie had lost all will to
resist and was drifting into sleep before Julie
withdrew her fingers from the stalk which they had been
persecuting.
Knowing that Carrie would need time to recuperate,
Julie unhitched the cord from her ankles and gently
straightened her legs so that would lie flat on the
bed. She then went into the bathroom to get a washcloth
and towel with which, after removing the shields which
had been preventing her nipples from relaxing, she used
to wipe the sweat off Carrie's face and front. Finally,
before covering her with a light blanket and turning
off the light, Julie carefully extracted the ben-wa
balls from Carrie's vagina and left her to sleep in
peace.
***
Later that Night: It was well past midnight when Julie
heard Carrie stir. After several hours of sleep, Carrie
immediate need was to relieve herself. When Julie heard
Carrie go into the bathroom, she called to her and said
that she should indulge herself in a warm bath and that
in the meantime she would be prepare something for them
to eat.
Returning to the bedroom after her bath, Carrie found a
negligee lying on the bed. Assuming it was Julie's
intention that she do so, she donned it and went to the
mirror to see how she looked. As she suspected, the
negligee hardly hid her body, and, if anything, it only
enhanced what it barely covered. Staring at her image
as she brushed her hair, Carrie realized that the
garment molded itself to each portion of her body which
it touched. This was particularly evident where it
covered her breasts, whose pink aureole seemed to shine
through the thin material.
Further, each time she raised her arm to apply the
brush, the negligee hugged itself to the curve of her
waist and clung to the swell of her hips. Pleased by
the effect, she continued brushing her hair while
twisting her torso to find out which positions
displayed her body to its best advantage, and, by the
time she finished, she was fully cognizant of the
alluring way in which her body was exposed.
Finding Julie in the kitchen clad in a similarly
revealing outfit, Carrie was forced, once again, to
recognize that Julie too had a body with sexual
cravings and potential. When they had sat down to eat
the light meal which Julie had prepared, Carrie, just
as she had earlier in the bedroom, found herself
imagining Julie's body pressed against her own. Julie's
body was as much on display as hers, and, as Carrie's
eyes roved over its contours, she could not help again
wondering how those generous breasts and succulent
thighs would feel entwined with her own.
Observing Carrie's face and guessing at the direction
of her thoughts, Julie smiled and said, "I can see that
you are appreciating my body and thinking that you
might enjoy getting to know it more intimately. I am
flattered and pleased by your interest and hope to
satisfy it. Indeed, when we have finished eating and
retire for the night, it is my plan that our bodies
spend the night learning a great deal about each
other."
Even though she was disconcerted to have had her
thoughts read so accurately and blushed at the boldness
of Julie's words, Carrie could not deny that Julie's
announcement excited her and made her impatient to
return to Julie's bed.
After clearing the table, Julie escorted Carrie into
the bedroom. Having given Carrie time in the bathroom
to make her customary preparations for bed, Julie
revealed her plan for the night. As she explained, she
had two goals. On the one hand, she wanted Carrie to
have a good night's rest. On the other hand, she
intended to keep Carrie's libido active. For this
purpose, she asked Carrie's permission to tie her limbs
loosely to the corners of the bed so that she would
have to remain on her back with her legs sufficiently
spread that her vulva would be continuously available
for whatever attentions Julie wished to lavish upon it.
Seeing Carrie's concern at the prospect of spending the
night having her body continuously teased, Julie
assured her that the overt stimulation of her body
would be both intermittent and relatively brief. "In
fact, for the most part, the only stimulation which
your body will receive will come from its intimate
contact with my body. Namely, my body is going to be
your blanket for the night. While we sleep, I am going
to spread my body over yours so that your breasts are
covered by my breasts, your tummy is molded against
mine, and our crotches rest against one another. I
think that you will find that, even in your sleep, this
contact will keep you in a state of arousal which your
unconscious will incorporate into your dreams.
"As for the occasionally more concerted stimulation
which I will give your body, it will entail my bringing
you into blossom a few times. I am a light sleeper and
tend to wake several times during the night. Rather
than tossing and turning, as I usually do, tonight I
will occupy my wakeful moments by enjoying the sight of
your otherwise somnolent body respond to having your
labia opened and your clitoris caressed.
"It is my hope that I will be able to make you blossom
without your being fully conscious of what is happening
and that, as a result, your unconscious mind will
record your blossoming the way it would any other
natural, pleasurable sensation over which you neither
have nor desire volition."
With some reservations, Carrie agreed to lying on her
back and having her wrists and ankles attached to the
corners of Julie's bed. At Julie's request, she removed
her negligee and centered herself on the bed, with her
arms raised over her head and her legs parted. Using
soft strips of cloth, Julie attached Carrie to the four
corners of the bed by her wrists and ankles.
As Julie had promised, Carrie's bonds were more gentle
reminders than real restraints. Thus, except that they
prevented her from rolling onto her stomach or bringing
her legs together, they did little to limit her
freedom. When she was done tying Carrie, Julie removed
her own negligee and joined Carrie on the bed. Sitting
next to Carrie's head, she leaned over to arrange
Carrie's hair so that it would frame her face. In doing
so, her breasts brushed against Carrie's upturned face
and, at one point, her nipples grazed against Carrie's
lips.
Julie next rose from the bed in order to first sprinkle
and then rub powder onto Carrie's body. Starting at
Carrie's neck, she spread the powder over every exposed
nook and cranny of Carrie's front, including the soft
flesh of her upper arms, with special attention to her
breasts and the succulent padding at the tops of her
thighs and vulva.
Having coated Carrie's front with powder, Julie placed
the dispenser back on her bedside table and picked up
an item which Carrie had never seen before. Holding it
so that Carrie's could inspect it, she said, "This
little device is what is called a 'clitoral clip.' As
you see, it is flexible wire spring bent into the shape
of an old-fashioned keyhole. After bringing you into
blossom, I am going to install it on the pouch of flesh
which forms the hood of your clitoris, where it will
exert a mild but pleasurable pressure. Mild as this
pressure may be, as you will soon learn, it will be
sufficient to keep you acutely aware of your clitoris,
especially, when my body moves on top of you."
Without giving Carrie time to respond, Julie seated
herself next to Carrie's pelvis and began the
blossoming process. As she expected, Carrie's juices
were already flowing, and so her blossoming took very
little time. Once Carrie's labia were bathed in her
secretions, Julie moved to the foot of the bed and
crawled between Carrie's spread legs until her head was
inches from the moist region which was her target.
Using her left hand, she revealed Carrie's clitoris by
folding back her labia and, once it she had it fully
exposed, used her right hand to open the spring enough
to slip it over Carrie's clitoral hood. Adjusting the
wire to lie along the base of the hood, Carrie's
clitoris was captured in its grasp when she released
the spring.
Crawling further up between Carrie's legs, Julie placed
her hands on either side of Carrie's face and gently
lowered her body onto Carrie's. When their bodies met,
she moved her legs so that their thighs touched and
used her hands to push on the sides of their breasts to
increase the pressure on them. When she had made
herself comfortable, Julie brought her lips to Carrie's
lips and whispered "Carrie, you are a lovely and lucky
girl. Your body is both beautiful and exquisitely
receptive, and I am going to enjoy having my body be
its cover for the night. After the excitement and
strain your body has endured during the day, you should
have no difficulty getting to sleep.
However, even in sleep, your body will remain excited,
and, as I said earlier, your dreams will be filled with
erotic images. The potency of these images will be
enhanced by the pleasure your body will be getting from
its contact with mine. In addition, when your body
responds and your vulva swells, the clip holding your
clitoris will augment and protract your excitement in a
deliciously tantalizing fashion, particularly during
and following your blossomings. Thus, you have a
wonderful night ahead of you, but, for now, good night
and sweet dreams."
At first, Carrie doubted Julie's assurance that she
would soon fall asleep. Not only did she feel slightly
crushed under Julie's body, but she was poignantly
conscious of the clip which was pressing against her
clitoris. Lovely and lucky she might be, but was it
possible for a girl in her state to fall asleep? When
she had slept with a man, he had, after satisfying
their needs, rolled off her body and, if anything, had
a carelessly flung an arm over her body. But this was
entirely different. For one thing, Julie had satisfied
neither one of them and had left her dangling with a
diabolical device attached to the most sensitive part
of her body.
Secondly, it was not a carelessly placed arm but a
carefully placed body under which she was ensconced.
Under the circumstances, sleep did not seem like a very
realistic expectation. Nonetheless, the exhausted state
of her body soon combined with the comfort of Julie's
body on top of her to produce a soporific haze in her
mind, and before long Carrie drifted off.
For several hours, her sleep was deep and uninterrupted
by the dreams which Julie had predicted. However,
around four in the morning, Carrie became dimly aware
that Julie was no longer covering her and that she was
being brought into blossom. With her mind still
shrouded in sleep, Carrie remained in a blissful state
of semi-consciousness while Julie worked her magic on
her body. Thus, as her labia, which were already held
partially open by the clip on her clitoris, spread and
her juices flowed in response to Julie's teasing, her
consciousness remained detached from what was happening
to her body.
In fact, even before Julie had completed her
blossoming, Carrie was re-submerging into the depths of
sleep from which she had only partly emerged. But the
detachment did not include her unconscious mind, and
her sleep was no longer so peaceful. Instead, her
dreams were filled with erotic images of her vulva,
which, in her imagination, appeared as a welcoming,
moist opening at whose the entrance stood her clitoris,
held rigidly at attention by the clip on its hood. This
image was re-enforced each time, as she did twice more,
Julie brought her into blossom or readjusted the clip
to make sure that it was maintaining gentle but
unrelenting pressure on her throbbing clitoris.
The Following Morning: It was ten the next morning when
Carrie finally awoke, and, in spite of the level of
excitement at which her body had been kept throughout
the night, she felt quite refreshed. When she opened
her eyes, she was greeted by Julie's face inches from
her own. For several minutes they remained motionless
and simply smiled at each other. However, Carrie's full
bladder soon insisted that they bring their reverie to
an end and forced her to ask Julie to untie her so that
she could relieve herself.
Appreciating Carrie's need, Julie immediately complied.
After gently removing the clip from Carrie's clitoris,
Julie untied her from the bed and let her go to the
bathroom, saying that she should take as much time as
she wanted to freshen up. Having worn the clip for such
a long time, Carrie's clitoris remained erect even
after its release, and, as she headed for the bathroom,
each step made her aware of its prominence.
Moreover, when, having relieved her bladder, she
inspected herself in the bathroom mirror, she
discovered that her clitoris was not hidden, as it was
normally, by her labia but instead protruded slightly
between them. Of course, this was only a visible
confirmation of what she already knew: she had yielded
to Julie complete control over her sexual apparatus,
and her distended clitoris was just one more
manifestation of that control.
Julie was not in the bedroom when Carrie returned.
Calling to her from the living room, Julie told Carrie
to join her there, where she found Julie standing in
her negligee and waiting for her next to the low table
on which the training of her tummy had taken place.
Julie had placed a pillow in the center of the table
and bade Carrie lie on the table with her bottom on the
pillow and her bent knees spread. Giving Carrie time to
make herself comfortable, Julie reached between her
thighs and prized open her labia to fully expose the
already erect stalk of her clitoris, which she then
captured between the thumb and index finger of her
right hand.
Without moving her hand but only modulating the
pressure she was exerting, Julie quickly brought Carrie
to the brink of orgasm before she suddenly released
Carrie's clitoris, moved to the middle of the table,
and took a seat next to the writhing body of which she
had become the master. Then, putting a hand on either
side of Carrie's anguished face, Julie leaned forward
over Carrie's prone body and explained what lay in
ahead.
"Carrie, my dear, I know that you have a desperate
desire for release from the sexual tension in which I
have kept you all night, and I promise you that your
release will come. However, it is time for you to play
a more active role. In the first place, your carefully
prepared tummy has not been put under duress since our
visit to the coffee shop, and it would be a shame to
waste the effort which we put into its preparation.
"Secondly, except for the pleasure mine got out of
being your blanket last night, it is only your body
which has received attention. With these two
considerations in mind, I have devised the following
plan. I am going to place a rather hard cushion so that
it sits on the little bulge just below your belly
button. Then I will remove my negligee and, squatting
over your body, seat myself on the cushion. It will
give me a mildly sadistic pleasure to know that your
stomach muscles are having to support my weight, which,
because of the cushion, will be concentrated directly
on the portion of your tummy which our preparations
have left the most sore. Occasionally, I will lift part
of my weight off your stomach by leaning forward, and
when I do so, my breasts will graze against your face.
"I noticed your admiration of my breasts when they were
bare, and I want to provide you the opportunity to get
to know them more intimately. What you do with them is
up to you: you are free to caress them with your hands
or mouth or both, and I am confident that your sensual
imagination will inspire you to give them great
pleasure. In this way, your tummy and your sexual
ingenuity will win you the release which you crave."
Without giving Carrie time to respond, Julie rose to
her feet, fetched a horse hair filled cushion from
where it sat on the couch, and placed it carefully on
highest point on Carrie's otherwise flat belly.
Satisfied with its position, she stepped back so that
Carrie would have an unobstructed view and disrobed.
Aware that Carrie's eyes were riveted on her every
move, Julie stepped onto the table with a foot on
opposite sides of Carrie's prone body, and slowly
lowered herself onto the waiting pillow.
As it received more or more of Julie's weight, the
unforgiving pillow sunk into the tummy on which it sat,
forcing Carrie to contract her stomach muscles in order
to continue breathing. Once she was sure that Carrie's
stomach had learned to accommodate its burden, Julie
increased Carrie's problems by pulling her legs forward
until her feet rested in the cups provided by Carrie's
armpits and even more of her weight was concentrated on
her bottom.
Once again giving Carrie time to adjust, Julie then
started rocking back and forth and from side to side,
thereby exercising different portions of Carrie's rock
hard stomach muscles and preventing them from becoming
accustomed to the strain being imposed on them. After
continuing in this way for several minutes, Julie
relented and, as promised, after putting her knees back
onto the table, leaned forward over Carrie's chest
until her breasts straddled Carrie's nose and her
nipples rested against Carrie's cheeks.
Grateful to have some of Julie's weight off of her
tummy and fascinated by the presence of another woman's
breasts in her face, Carrie brought her hands up to cup
the soft cones of flesh presented to her. Having never
before handled another woman's breasts, she began by
positioning Julie's right breast so that she could
inspect it in detail. Staring at the nipple and
surrounding aureola, she was surprised to find herself
moved by its beauty and delicacy.
She knew that a woman's breasts were her most admired
adornments, but only now was she beginning to
appreciate why. With Julie's already erect nipple at
such close range, Carrie was amazed when she realized
that her lips had puckered and that she felt an
instinctive urge to draw the nipple between them and
suck on it. Seeing no reason not to allow her instincts
be her guide, she shifted both her hands to Julie's
right breast and drew its nipple into her mouth. As she
sucked, she used her fingers to collar the breast at
its base and apply enough pressure to mold what had
been a cone into a tight ball.
At the same time, she sucked the nipple deeper into her
mouth until not only the nipple but the entire aureola
had disappeared between her lips. Bringing her tongue
into play, Carrie worried Julie's nipple and savored
the smooth texture of its aureola, at times
encompassing as much as half the ore through her lip
covered teeth and tweaking its hard teat with her
tongue. Of course, her activity did not go unnoticed by
Julie, who was thoroughly enjoying what Carrie was
doing to her breast.
On the other hand, much as Julie was excited by
Carrie's suckling of her breast, she was determined
that their roles not be reversed and that she be the
one who was calling the shots. Thus, after letting her
right breast enjoy Carrie's attentions for several
minutes, she withdrew it from Carrie's mouth by
straightening up and shifting her weight back onto the
hard cushion beneath her bottom.
Appraising her right breast, Julie said, "Even though
they are not yet fully developed, you have talents for
giving sensual pleasure. Now that you have displayed
those talents on my right breast, I will have you
exercise them on my left breast. However, this time, I
will hold myself up so that you will have to raise your
head in order take my breast into your mouth. You have
already learned to accept and enjoy pain in the pursuit
of your own sexual gratification. Now you will
experience the excitement which comes from enduring
pain while providing sexual pleasure to someone else."
In keeping with her words, Julie bent forward just far
enough that her left breast hung tantalizingly above
Carrie's lips. Confronted by the enticing sight of
Julie's swaying breast, Carrie began by running the
pads of her fingers along its firm sides. Then,
suddenly, she grasped the breast between her hands and
lifted her head so that she could latch onto the
nipple.
As soon as her head rose from the table, Carrie's
stomach muscles, which were already hard as a board
from fighting off the cushion, protested at the new
obligations being forced on them. As a result, even as
she struggled to resist the temptation to punish
Julie's breast for the pain and frustration Julie was
imposing on her, the treatment Carrie accorded Julie's
left nipple was far less gentle than that which she had
lavished on the right.
When Carrie's stomach muscles could no longer support
her, she released Julie's nipple and fell back prone
onto the table. Out of gratitude for her efforts, Julie
leaned forward, bringing their bodies together while
delving into Carrie's half open mouth with her tongue.
While they remained in this intimate embrace, Julie
assured Carrie that she would be soon receiving her
reward, although she warned, "Your reward will still
require your tummy to pay a price."
Pushing herself erect, Julie reversed directions. That
is, she turned her back to Carrie's face and brought
her legs up so that the outer surface of Carrie's bent
legs were resting against the inner surface of her own
thighs. In this position, most of her weight bore down
directly on the hard pillow, pressing it mercilessly
into Carrie's taut abdominal muscles.
Once she was sure that her bottom was applying maximum
pressure, Julie spread Carrie's thighs enough to give
herself ready access to her vulva. Nestling her breasts
against Carrie's knees, Julie reached down and, after
brushing aside the pubic hair hiding her target, used
her fingers to open Carrie's labia and expose the still
throbbing clitoris which lay between. Freeing the stalk
of Carrie's clitoris from its protective hood, Julie
cradled it between the fingers of her left hand and
began stroking it with the fingers of her right.
In response, Carrie's clitoris swelled and became
increasingly vulnerable, a fact of which Julie took
full advantage. Still holding the stalk so that it
could not retreat, Julie changed her tactics. Instead
of stroking, she used her finger as a drum stick to
rhythmically tap on the very tip of the erect stem over
which she was now exercising total control.
Driven into sexual frenzy by what Julie was doing to
her clitoris, Carrie writhed in frustration as she
strove to reach orgasm. However, each time that they
prepared for the onset of orgasm, her stomach muscles
betrayed her by relaxing, allowing the pillow to
penetrate painfully deep into her unprotected abdomen
and forcing her muscles to counter by contracting. At
the moment of climax, the female body wants to be
receptive, a state which entails a relaxation of the
abdomen so that her pelvis can spread and her vulva
open. Denied the opportunity to make these
preparations, Carrie's body was unable to achieve its
goal.
After her third failed attempt to reach orgasm, Carrie
vented her frustration on Julie, hammering with
clenched fists on the bowed back draped over her knees.
Undeterred, Julie not only continued her tapping but
described to Carrie the details of how her body was
responding to its torment. "You may be frustrated, but
your clitoris seems to be enjoying what I am doing to
it. By now it has grown to resemble the penis of baby
boy. Each time I tap on its tip, the whole stalk bobs
and protrudes further from its nest.
By the time you have achieved your orgasm, I suspect
that your clitoris will remain erect for quite some
time. In the meantime, you had better start learning
how to keep your tummy hard even when you are in the
throes of orgasm. In order to monitor your progress and
better enjoy your struggles, I am going to remove the
pillow so that I can feel your stretched muscles
working directly against my bottom." So saying, Julie
stopped her tapping long enough to remove the pillow
and replace it with the hard points of bone at the
bottom of her pelvis.
Rocking her hips back on the firm plane of Carrie's
belly, Julie resumed her tapping. For Carrie, the
replacement of the pillow by Julie's generously rounded
buttock brought some relief. At the same time, it
increased the sexual excitement of her predicament. Now
her excruciatingly tight stomach muscles were being
massaged by Julie's warm flesh as her clitoris bobbed
in unison with the rhythmic beating it was receiving.
Without her realizing it, Carrie's anger began to
transform itself into resignation.
When this transformation was complete, she discovered
that she was indeed mastering the lesson which Julie
had set for her. Namely, by bearing down, she
discovered that she could open her pelvis and vulva
without lessening the tension in her abdomen. At first,
the effort required to maintain this tension was
sufficiently distracting to prevent her body from
completing its preparations for orgasm.
However, with each successive attempt, she came closer
to her goal and, after what seemed to her like hours,
she was finally able to cross the threshold which had
been eluding her, and, when she did so, her release of
pent up sexual excitement was tremendous. Pivoting on
her hips locked in place by Julie's weight, Carrie
lifted her upper body until she could grasp Julie's
shoulders and espalier her front against Julie's back.
Pressing her breasts into Julie's shoulder blades while
planting kissing along base of Julie's neck, Carrie
flexed her lower body in a way which widened her pelvis
and opened her vulva without diminishing the tension in
her abdominal muscles. Needless to say, the toll on
Carrie's body was enormous, and she was grateful to
feel Julie rise from her tummy as her final crescendo
receded and happy to let herself wallow in the
overwhelming sense of satisfaction and exhaustion which
enveloped her.
Appreciating that Carrie would need time to recuperate,
Julie put a pillow under her head, helped her lower her
bent legs, and spread a light blanket over her
recumbent form. Then, after smoothing her disheveled
hair off Carrie's face, Julie planted a loving kiss on
each of her eyes and tiptoed out of the living room.
Sunday Afternoon, Carrie Goes on Display: It was one in
the afternoon when Carrie roused herself from the deep
sleep into which she had fallen. Having had her stomach
muscles put through such an arduous workout and having
spent several hours on the unyielding surface of
Julie's coffee table, she emitted a groan as her body
complained in response to her initial attempt to rise.
Hearing her groan, Julie returned to the living room
and helped her up. Once Carrie was back on her feet,
Julie guided to the bathroom, leaving her long enough
to answer what had become an urgent call of nature
before joining her there.
Finding Carrie leaning over the sink and staring at
herself in the mirror, Julie seated herself on the rim
of the tub and waited patiently for Carrie to turn
around. When she did, Julie reached around Carrie's
body and placed a firm hand on inviting mounds of
Carrie's buttock. Gently squeezing the resilient flesh
beneath her hands, Julie drew Carrie forward until she
could rest her cheek against the swell of Carrie's
belly.
After holding her in this position for a couple of
minutes, Julie broached the topic in both their minds,
namely: what would they do to bring their weekend
together to an appropriate end. "Carrie, I believe that
your visit has lived up to and, at times, exceeded
expectations. You came here to learn about the
pleasures which you can experience from the skillful
manipulation of your body, and, with all due modesty, I
trust you have found me to be as worthy a teacher as I
have found you to be a worthy pupil.
"In the process, I have, at times, I have made
considerable demands on your body, although, as I hope
you will agree, you have been amply rewarded for your
efforts. However, there is one aspect of your sexuality
which we have not yet fully explored, and, in what
remains of our weekend, I want to correct that
omission. Namely, I want to teach you the pleasure of
having your body admired while it is performing. In
preparation for this experience, we will begin by
having you take a soothing, hot bubble bath. This will
not only relieve the tension left from your ordeal on
the table but will increase your awareness of those
portions of your body which I am going to have you put
on display."
Without providing further details, Julie drew Carrie's
bath and, when the tub was full, pored in a combination
of bubble-bath and fragrant bath oils before inviting
Carrie to indulge her sore muscles in its frothy
warmth. After letting Carrie settle her body into a
foam of bubbles, Julie announced that she would fetch
them a snack which they could enjoy together while
Carrie soaked.
During Julie's absence, Carrie ruminated on Julie's
words while her body absorbed the comfort afforded by
the pampering it was receiving. What Carrie was unable
to imagine is how it was possible to display her body
more blatantly than it already had been. After all, if
it was public display which Julie intended, what did
she have in mind if she was not satisfied by having her
parade through town with her nipples held erect for the
delectation every passerby. Similarly, if the display
was to be of a more private nature, what could trump
the display to which Julie had been treated during her
two orgasms, both of which Julie had not only provoked
but also witnessed in detail.
Even if Carrie had been somewhat sexually
unsophisticated before Julie had expanded her horizons,
she had never been a prude. In fact, ever since it
bloomed during adolescence, her body had been a source
of pride. On the other hand, she had limits, and she
could not help fearing that Julie might break those
limits. However, when Julie re-appeared with a plate of
sandwiches and cups of coffee, Carrie's fears were
replaced by the realization that she had not eaten for
over twelve hours and that she was very hungry.
Thus, she devoured with gusto everything that Julie
handed to her and was only sorry that there was not
more. Knowing that Carrie's appetite had not been
completely satisfied by her snack, Julie patted her wet
tummy and told her that she would survive and that, for
what was to come, it was essential that she not be
bloated. Once they had finished eating, Julie moved the
plates and cups out of harms way and removed her
bathrobe. Then, kneeling with her front draped over the
side of the tub, she took a large pumice stone from the
soap dish and rubbed firmly over Carrie's body.
Carrie's skin having been thoroughly lubricated by the
bath oils, the pumice glided smoothly as Julie guided
it first along the sides of Carrie's neck, next over
the mounds of her breasts and tummy, and then down both
the insides and outsides of her legs.
When she had visited every inch of Carrie's front,
Julie bad her turn over and kneel so that the pumice
could be applied to her back and buttock. Other than
the mildly itching sensation produced as the stone
passed over her pink flesh, Carrie welcomed Julie's
attentions and was more than willing to give Julie
access to whatever portion of her body was being
rubbed, even when Julie delved into her crotch and ran
the pumice along her outer labia. When she put the
pumice back into the soap dish, Julie asked Carrie to
remain kneeling. Then, rising to arm herself with a
scissors and safety razor from her medicine cabinet,
she returned to the edge of the tub and carefully
trimmed Carrie's pubic hair into an attractive frame
for her vulva.
Embarrassing as Carrie found the trimming of her pubis,
what Julie suppressed her urge to make Julie stop.
However, what Julie did next brought Carrie to the
brink of rebellion. Namely, after prizing apart the
cheeks of Carrie's buttock, Julie began to remove the
strands of hair in the crevice between and around the
mouth of her anus. It was when Julie laid aside her
scissors and applied the razor to the remaining stubble
that Carrie lodged a complaint, but by that time Julie
had completed her depilitation.
Blushing with embarrassment and anger at the indignity
to which she had been subjected, Carrie rinsed off the
areas on which Julie had been working and rose from the
bath in which she had spent more than half an hour.
When she got out of the tub and was standing on the
bathmat, Julie wrapped her in a sumptuous towel and
turned her so that she was facing the mirror. While she
patted her dry, Julie commiserated with Carrie, saying
"I realize that you are indignant about the liberties
which I took with your body. However, I think that you
will soon appreciate what I did.
While her body is put on display, no woman wants her
image to be spoiled by the presence of unsightly hair,
and you can be confident that yours will not be." Then,
after removing the towel, Julie had Carrie lean over
the sink while she poured a generous pool into the
hallow at the base of her spine. Spreading the oil so
that it covered Carrie, both front and back, she
continued massaging it until every drop had been
absorbed into Carrie's warm and receptive flesh. As a
result, when Carrie straightened up and looked at
herself in the mirror, the body reflected there glowed
with a healthy succulence which she had never seen
before.
While Carrie basked in narcissistic contemplation,
Julie gathered her hair so that it ran in a straight
line down Carrie's back. Then, taking a brush in each
hand, Julie repeatedly brushed Carrie's mane with long
strokes, from the crown of her head all the way down to
the narrows at her waist. When she saw that Carrie's
hair had acquired a radiance to match that of her skin,
Julie secured it with a band into a ponytail which
fanned out over her shoulder blades. Pleased by her
work, Julie snuggled her front against Carrie's back
and whispered in her ear: "Your body has never been
more beautiful, and it is time for us to take pleasure
in its beauty."
Leading Carrie back into the living room, Julie guided
Carry to the center of the room, where she had placed a
small, circular rug surrounded by three standing lamps.
Placed at the center of the rug was an object whose
purpose needed little or no explanation. Mounted on a
sturdy base was a blunt, cylindrical prong. Clearly not
intended to be a precise replica of a human phallus,
its design nonetheless left no doubt about its
function.
When Julie brought her over to the rug, Carrie saw that
the prong had a subtle curve and was tapered, with a
diameter of about two inches at its widest and less
than an inch at its narrowest. In addition, on closer
inspection, she realized that it was mounted in such a
way that its height could be adjusted by turning a knob
at its base. Having thoroughly examined the device,
Carrie turned in disbelief to Julie.
"That's right Carrie, I am going to have you to spend
some time with that inside you. In order to prepare you
to receive it, I want you to squat with one foot on
either side of the prong and the entrance to your
vagina resting on the bulb at its tip. When you are
properly positioned, I will bring you into blossom,
and, as you open, I will expect you to lower yourself,
drawing the prong into your vagina until the bulb is
resting against your cervix. When you have swallowed as
much of it as you can hold, I will lower it enough for
you to support your weight on your haunches.
"At first you may experience some discomfort before
your vagina learns to accommodate its presence.
However, after all its recent training, your vagina
should learn quickly and, when it has, you will be
rewarded with a delicious sense fullness."
Placing her hands on Carrie's shoulders, Julie guided
Carrie into the squatting position which she had
prescribed. Then, after joining her on the floor, Julie
ran her hands along the tense muscles of Carrie's inner
thighs until they reached her crotch, where, after
carefully parting the pubic hair in the vicinity of her
vagina, she began bringing Carrie into blossoming.
Unaccustomed to squatting for long periods, Carrie
found it difficult to respond to Julie was doing.
Nonetheless, when her labia spread and her clitoris
swelled, she felt the mouth of her vagina open and
consume the bulb which had been waiting at its
entrance. Once the bulb had entered her, Carrie
instincts took command, enabling her vaginal muscles to
draw the prong inside as she lowered her body onto it.
Upon encountering its widest section, she hesitated,
but Julie urged her on, saying that she had only a
couple more inches to go before her impalement would be
complete. Then, when the bulb finally reached her
cervix and the walls of her vagina were fully
stretched, she lifted her head and stared into Julie
face with a look of wonder and a strong sense of
accomplishment.
As soon as Julie was certain that the prong was
embedded in Carrie as far as it would go, she reached
between Carrie's trembling thighs and lowered the prong
as Carrie folded her legs so that she could rest on her
haunches. Waiting until Carrie had found a comfortable
position, Julie then turned the knob a couple of turns
back, saying "Having the bulb pressed against your
cervix will help you improve your posture," words whose
truth Carrie immediately understood. Indeed, only by
keeping her torso straight could she relieve the
pressure that the prong exerted on her uterus.
Nonetheless, Carrie soon discovered that, by flexing
her internal muscles, she could control and vary the
stretching of her vagina in ways which sent waves of
excitement radiating through her body. For instance, by
bearing down with her abdominal muscles and tightening
her hold on the prong, she was able to discern how it
had molded her vaginal walls in order to accommodate
its subtle curve. Seeing that Carrie was learning to
enjoy her impalement, Julie stood up and, after turning
them on, adjusted the lamps so that they shone on
Carrie's body.
Taking a few steps back to get a better view, Julie
told Carrie, "I want you to imagine that your body is a
piece clay which is suspended on a stand in a sculpture
studio and that am the sculptress who will mold and
shape it." She then disappeared behind the lights and
returned with a pair of small barbells, which she
placed in Carrie's hands. "In order to bring your body
into relief, I want you to raise your arms and hold the
barbells above your head."
When Carrie had complied, Julie moved behind her to see
the effect. With her ponytail running straight down her
spine, her rib cage tapering from its widest at her
shoulder blades to its narrowest at her waist, and her
hips sumptuously spread, Carrie presented Julie with a
delicious image, which was highlighted by the interplay
between the light shining on her oiled skin and the
play of shadows on the contour of her ribcage and
waist. Kneeling behind her sculpture, Julie cupped
Carrie's buttock in her hands and let her fingers probe
first their outer surface, then the crevice which
Carrie's position on her haunches left exposed, and
finally the tight ring of her anus.
When her fingers reached Carries anus, Julie felt her
flinch, at which point Julie said, "Don't be selfish. I
too want to enjoy what is happening down here. You may
be a piece of clay, but you are a living piece of clay
which can, and must, respond to the touch of its
sculptress. Each time you renew your grip on the prong
embedded in your vagina, the thin membrane which
separates your orifices transmits the contraction to
your rectum, and the ring around your anus tightens.
"Conversely, by stroking your anus, I can induce a
contraction which propagates to your vagina and causes
it tighten around the prong. In fact, by continuing to
stimulate your anus, as I am now, I can help you to
prolong your contractions. You mustn't be embarrassed
by the way that your body responds. I can assure you
that there is nothing more gratifying than helping a
woman succumb to her female instincts, especially when
that woman has a body which is as beautiful and
responsive as yours is."
Like an artist unable to resist perfecting her own
creation, Julie continued caressing the back of
Carrie's body with her fingers. Sometimes she would
massage Carrie's neck and shoulders, where the muscles
were tense from the effort of maintaining the barbells
above her head.
Following Carrie's ribcage, she would run her hands
along the soft flesh covering the individual ribs until
they reached the concave curve of Carrie's waist, where
she would give a gentle squeeze before returning to the
proffered buttock and its sensitive inner surfaces.
Every time her fingers visited Carrie's anus, Julie was
enthralled by the visible contractions which her
teasing of the tight ring caused to ripple through
Carrie's pelvic region.
Much as Julie would have liked to continue
indefinitely, after ten minutes the arms of her living
statue gave out. Taking the barbells from Carrie's
hands, Julie brought Carrie's arms down her sides until
her hands came to rest on her heels. In this position,
Carrie's body assumed a graceful arc, with her breasts
riding high on her chest and her tummy tipped forward.
Besides the visible changes wrought by her change in
position, Carrie was distinctly aware of the changes
which had occurred inside. Namely, when her torso moved
back, the prong in her vagina was forced forward,
stretching her vaginal walls in unaccustomed directions
and pressing against her abdominal muscles in a way
which made her navel tingle. Standing in front of
Carrie's arched body, Julie encouraged Carrie to let
her drop head back so that she was staring at the
ceiling and her ponytail hung free in back. Pleased by
the result, Julie stepped forward and placed a hand on
each of Carrie's flattened breasts.
"Does this position remind you of the time when I used
the spatula on these? I do, and I am sorely tempted to
use it again. However, for aesthetic reasons, I have
decided against the spatula. Surely you also remember
how your breasts felt when I made you press them
against the broom-head. Well, this time it will not be
the head of the broom and it will not be you who is
applying the pressure. Instead, it will be hair brushes
which visit them, and it will be I who applies the
pressure."
Leaving Carrie on her perch, Julie once again
disappeared. After what seemed to Carrie quite a while,
she reappeared. During her absence, Julie had removed
all her clothes, and when she rejoined Carrie and stood
with her belly pressed against the top of Carrie's
head, Carrie's view of the ceiling was interrupted by
the cones of Julie's bare breasts. With a hair brush in
each hand, Julie bent over Carrie's upturned face and
brought the brush bristles gently down onto lower
portion of Carrie's breasts.
"I am going to use these brushes to bring color to your
breasts. During your bath, your skin acquired a lovely
pink hue. Now I want to highlight your breasts by
making them darker than the rest of your front.
Stroking them with these brushes will bring blood to
their surface. I think that you will find that,
flattened the way they are, your breasts are
exquisitely sensitive and that, as blood flows into
them, you will feel them swell. When they have achieved
the color and fullness I want them to have, I will turn
my attention to your tummy, which I can see is already
learning to cope with your visitor."
In the process of brushing Carrie's breast, Julie's own
breasts bobbed back and forth across Carrie's face,
seemingly inviting Carrie to use her mouth on them.
Thus, when one of Julie's nipples grazed her lips,
Carrie caught it between her lips and sucked it deep
into her mouth, where she lathed it with her tongue.
With her breast anchored by its nipple in Carrie's
mouth, after several minutes Julie succeeded in
transforming the color of Carrie's breasts from their
usual pinkish white to a quiet livid red. When they had
achieved the color she wanted, Julie dropped the
brushes and replaced them with her hands, relishing the
competing sensations provided by the warmth emanating
from the breasts she had been persecuting and the sharp
tugging on the breast she was allowing Carrie to
persecute. Still letting Carrie suckle her breast,
Julie lowered her hands further, until they were
resting on Carrie's tautly drawn stomach.
Once there, she began palpating Carrie's abdomen,
probing first deep into her navel and then lower, into
to muscles lying directly over her distended vagina.
After familiarizing herself with her target, Julie
said, "Carrie, I am going to use my fingers to help you
move the prong inside you. When I press my finger into
your belly button, I want you to lower yourself onto
the prong until I can feel its head through your
belly."
Attempting to oblige, Carrie absorbed the prong deeper
into her body, only stopping when she became concerned
that she might tear the sheath in which it was encased.
"That's the girl, now just hold still while I
manipulate your navel so that the bulb opens the
entrance to your uterus."
Never had Carrie experienced such deep penetration, and
she marveled at her body's capacity to accommodate the
intrusion. At the same time, she was staggered at the
physical strain which the exercising of her internal
muscles imposed on her body but realized that, as
sexually exciting as it was, she could not achieve
orgasm until her vagina was permitted to resume a more
relaxed position.
Thus, she was greatly relieved when Julie's fingers
left her navel and slid down her lower belly until they
came to rest in the warm cavern of her crotch. Guided
by Julie's hands, Carrie tilted her pelvis to relieve
the pressure on her cervix, and, no sooner had she
shifted the prong into more comfortably in her vagina
than Carrie's body responded instinctively. Swaying
back and forth, her body made love to the object lodged
in its depths while her mouth made love to the breast
to which her mouth was attached.
Free at last to release the tension which had been
building ever since Julie put her on the prong, Carrie
sexual excitement quickly reached a crescendo and
engulfed her in an orgasm which continued unabated
longer than any other she had experienced.
End to a Weekend Visit: After Carrie's crisis began to
recede, Julie extracted her breast from Carrie's mouth,
and, grabbing Carrie by her armpits, helped her to
extricate the prong from the flesh sheath in which it
had spent more than half an hour. Unsure that she could
walk after her ordeal, Carrie accepted Julie's help
getting to the couch, where Julie had her lie down.
After lifting Carrie's head so that it lay on a pillow,
Julie, sitting by Carrie's side, ran a soothing hand
over the tummy which had been so sorely tested and said
how pleased she that their weekend had been such a
success.
"Carrie, you are a courageous girl. Even when the goal
is sexual gratification, it takes enormous courage to
submit ones body to the sort of experiences to which I
have introduced yours during the last two days. I think
that you will discover that these experiences have been
life-altering. Namely, you now know the full potential
of your female anatomy. Your lower body will be sore
for several days, but you should find solace in your
memories of the source of its soreness.
"In any case, this weekend is over. I am going to leave
you here alone on the couch with your belongings
waiting for you on a chair. When you have recovered
sufficiently, you should put on your clothes and leave.
In violation of the usual proprieties of a hostess, I
will not see you out. Instead, I want you to depart on
your own, and, after having had time to assimilate and
assess what we have done together, decide whether you
want to continue your education under my tutelage. I
will await your decision."
After giving Carrie a chaste kiss on the forehead,
Julie, without further ado, got up and disappeared into
her bedroom.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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