Carrie's Curiosity

Prelude: For several months Carrie had been talking about her desire to submit her body to a rigorous training program. Throughout the time that I had known her, it was clear to me that she derived an erotic thrill from having her body pushed to its limits, even when that entailed considerable physical stress and occasional pain. In order to satisfy her craving, we devised various games, which, for a time, she found sufficient. At first, these were games which we played at home where, completely naked, she would have me supervise her as she did a sequence of calisthenics. My role was had two components. First, I was to make sure that she do each exercise until her body was exhausted, and second, I was to closely monitor her body while it was working. These two roles were consistent, since the best way for me to  determine when she could endure no more was for me to probe that portion of her body on which she was making demands. Thus, for example, when she was performing sit-ups, I would place my hands on her abdomen and not allow her to stop until I could feel her muscles begin to fail.

   After a time, we would sometimes play our games in a more public setting. Once, at a hotel where there was a swimming pool, Carrie decided to have me work on her tummy while we lay together on the lawn by the pool. Clad in a tight-fitting swimming suit, she lay on her back and, using only her abdominal muscles, lifted her head several inches off the ground. Although this form of sit-up was mild by comparison to those she did in her usual routine, it brought her muscles into stark relief under her suit and, after a time, caused those muscles to burn. When she started to feel her muscles flag, she invited me to use her tummy as a pillow and asked me to make her maintain her position for as long as I thought she could. By the time I let her relax, her belly was trembling.

   On a different occasion, we went together to a gym where there were exercise machines available. This time Carrie wore a simple leotard which hugged every curve of her otherwise naked body. At each station, it was my duty to make certain that she do as many reps as possible. As we proceeded, her leotard became glued to her sweating body, which became increasingly visible to one and all. For example, while she was working her pectoral muscles, every movement of her breasts was obvious and the points of her nipples were blatantly visible under their scant covering. In spite of, or perhaps because of, the immodesty involved, Carrie persevered. In fact, she told me later that the only machine at which she nearly balked was the one for the inner thighs. Indeed, as she well knew, each time she spread her legs, she was presenting her open labia to anyone who cared to look at the folds of her damp leotard as it stretched over her crotch, and she was aware that there were several men besides me who were enjoying the view.

   However, as much as she liked our games, Carrie wanted more. Specifically, she wanted to put herself under the control of someone besides me. As Carrie explained, she felt that the intimacy of our relationship made me incapable of imposing the sort of disinterested discipline which she wanted to experience. What she wanted was someone who was capable of bringing her to a state in which the distinction between pain and erotic excitement would be blurred. With this in mind, we began to look for someone who could satisfy her curiosity.  Our search was complicated by the fact that we did not know for what exactly we were looking. On the one hand, we did not want to find a sadist. On the other hand, we wanted to be sure that the person we found would have the skill and expertise to give Carrie the experiences she craved. For a long time, we debated whether that person should be male or female. In the end, Carrie convinced me that only another woman would know enough about the female anatomy and psyche to induce the sensations which she sought.

   With the help of the internet, we at last found a promising notice. A masseuse affiliated with a high-end health club had placed an ad in which she claimed that she had spent many years training women to successfully explore their bodies and fantasies, and, after we visiting the health club to make sure that it was the sort of place which we could trust, we made an appointment.

The Initial Session: The day arrived on which we were to meet the woman who would be training Carrie's body. In preparation for the interview, Carrie, knowing that her body would be on display, took special care with her toilet. Perhaps the fact that the person who would be paying such intimate attention to her body would be a woman, Carrie wished to be sure that her body would be presented at its best. Thus, she made certain that she removed any unsightly hair from her underarms and legs, trimmed her pubic hair, and finally chose a simple dress under which her otherwise naked body was displayed in a demure but attractive manner. Once she had finished her preparations, she took a deep breath and, with trembling fingers, grasped my arm as we left for her appointment.

   The room to which we were guided when we arrived at the gym was brightly lit and completely white. Except for a large mirror covering one wall and a variety of equipment, some clearly designed for exercises but others with less obvious applications, the room was essentially unadorned. In fact, there was so little furniture that we were not sure where to sit while we waited. However, our wait was a short one. Within a few minutes of our arrival, a tall, well built woman joined us and introduced herself as Olga. From the moment she entered, Olga's attention was focused on Carrie, whom she immediately approached and, without further ado, began to inspect with both her eyes and her hands. After a few minutes, she asked Carrie to remove all her clothes and step up on a small platform facing the mirror. Her tone and demeanor were clinical without being brusque. When Carrie had complied and was standing on the platform, Olga had her raise her arms to shoulder level and then resumed in earnest her examination of the body which was now blatantly available to her. In the pose which was she required to maintain, the skin covering Carrie's torso was stretched so that every sinew and bone was brought into relief and her waist hallowed in a way which emphasized the flair of her hips. Stepping forward so that her face was within inches of her target, Olga began a careful palpitation of Carrie's front. Starting with the outstretched arms, she squeezed and assessed each muscle as she proceeded from the arms to the shoulder and laps, then to the abdomen, and finally to the thighs and calves. As she proceeded, Olga made detailed observations about what she was finding and drew my attention to those aspects which she thought would interest me. For example, with her hands firmly gripping the sides of Carrie's waist, she pointed out that the gentle curve of Carrie's belly tightened in a way which caused the region around her navel to tip so that her belly-button pointed up instead of forward, and, maintaining her less than gentle grip, Olga invited me to probe Carrie's proffered navel with a finger. Similarly, with her hands digging deep into the soft flesh at the top of Carrie's thighs, she commented on how, in response to small changes in her grip, she could make Carrie flex her hips and buttock. More generally, during all her manipulations Carrie's body, Olga encouraged me to investigate Carrie's involuntary reaction to what she was doing. When she had completed her initial trip down Carrie's body, Olga, after telling Carrie to rest her arms along her sides, turned her attention to Carrie's breasts. Joining Carrie on the platform, Olga, with her own front brushing Carrie's back, reached under Carrie's now damp underarms in order to place a hand over
each breast. Once she had a firm hold on the resilient flesh under her hands, she began a penetrating examination of Carrie's breasts. Occasionally, when Olga's fingers probed the mammary glands and ducts lying below the surface, Carrie seemed about to protest. However, remembering
the commitment which she had made, she never gave voice to her protests.

   In some ways more difficult for Carrie than the physical manipulation of her body was the humiliation and excitement that that manipulation produced in her. Having a woman not only purposefully force her pelvis to simulate coitus while I watch, but also have that same woman make sure that I appreciate every nuance of the response that she was eliciting, was for Carrie a form of self-immolation to which she had never imagined submitting. The difficulty of coming to terms with her emotions were only increased by what Olga did next. Namely, when she had finished thoroughly palpating Carrie's breasts, Olga stepped down from the platform and rolled forward a trolley on which sat several instruments, each of which was specifically designed to measure a particular portion of the female anatomy. Olga began with several completely conventional measurements, with a tape, of Carrie's arms, chest, bust, waist, lower belly, hips, thighs, and calves. Aside from Olga's editorial remarks as she recorded her findings, Carrie found these measurements relatively easy to tolerate. The only one of them to which she wanted to object was the measurement of her belly. Namely, after circling her belly with the tape and recording the result, Olga administered a stinging slap just below Carrie's navel and then redid the measurement, now sure that Carrie would not be using the muscles in her tummy to tuck it in. Putting her tape aside, Olga completed her inventory of Carrie's body by making a detailed measurement of her breasts. Using a adjustable, circular metal band, she measured the circumference of each breast in several places, starting at their base and moving outward so that her last measurement was of the circumference of Carrie's areolae. Finally, with a pair of calipers, she measured each nipple twice, once before and once after stimulating the nipple to full erection.  Â

   However, it was only when Olga had completed these comparatively benign measurements that Carrie's resolve was pushed to its limit. The measurement which she found most humiliating was the one in which the strength of her vaginal muscles was tested. For this purpose, Olga, after having Carrie spread her legs, returned to Carrie's upper thighs where she now renewed the manipulations which had earlier evoked the salacious gyrations in Carrie's pelvic region. But this time, the sexual content of what she was doing was much more explicit. Indeed, once Olga saw Carrie's labia begin to swell, Olga asked me to spread them so that Carrie's clitoris became accessible. Once Olga had Carrie in a state of considerable, if embarrassed, excitement, she introduced into Carrie's vagina a narrow glass tube. About an inch from the top of the tube was a strip of about two inches where it swelled to a diameter of slightly less than an inch, and at the bottom of the tube hung a metal ring. When she had the tube lodged about five inches inside Carrie, she opened a box containing a sequence of lead weights and attached the lightest of these to the metal ring. After several seconds, she replaced that weight with a heavier one and continued increasing the weight attached until she saw the tube begin to drop. At this point, Olga re-inserted the tube until its top rested against Carrie's uterus and instructed Carrie to use her vaginal muscles to prevent it from dropping. Motivated by a desire to both prove herself and not humiliate herself further, Carrie strove mightily to keep the tube from falling. Never before had she realized how much physical effort is required to control muscles which are only semi-voluntary and unaccustomed to duress. Thus, after a couple of minutes, a thin film of sweat coated her entire body, all the way from her face to her now trembling pelvis. In spite of the intense stress of doing so, Carrie succeeded in keeping the tube from dropping for long enough to satisfy the demanding Olga, and for this she received the one sign of admiration which Olga bestowed on her that day.

   Without giving her much time to recover from her vaginal calisthenics, Olga turned her attention back to Carrie's breasts. After positioning the trolley directly in front of Carrie, she used specially drilled holes in the surface of the trolley to attach a semi-circular metal rod which rose, at its highest point, to the level of Carrie's chin. She then put on this semi-circle a pair of light rods which were held in place by clamps fitted with hinges, thereby leaving the rod free to swing. Hanging from each rod was an electric wire running to a motion sensitive device which recorded any movement of the rods.  When she was satisfied with her preparations, Olga had Carrie bend at the waist so that her firm breasts were pulled by gravity into a pair of succulent cones and her nipples just touched the rods. Finally, using several strips of adhesive tape, Olga attached each of Carrie's nipples to a rod. Up to this point, neither Carrie nor I knew what Olga had in mind, and, after the indignities to which she had already been subjected, Carrie found this new trial reasonably tame. However, that assessment was shattered when Olga took a step backward, armed herself with a ruler, and began a systematic tapping of Carrie's breasts. By tapping first on the outer surfaces, then on the inner surfaces, and finally directly up on the taped nipples, she set Carrie's hanging breasts in motion. Each bounce and swing as measured, with great precision, by the device to which the rods were connected.  Adding insult to injury, she handed the ruler to me so that she could monitor more closely the measurements being recorded while I applied the ruler to Carrie's increasingly sore breasts. As Olga explained, her purpose was to learn as much as possible about the musculature supporting Carrie's breasts and the firmness of the breasts themselves, and, by the time that Olga had the information she sought, Carrie's breasts were red and tingling.Â

   After releasing her breasts from the rods, Olga had Carrie stand down from the platform. In spite of Olga's slightly martial tone, she is not an uncaring person. To wit, when Carrie was back on the floor and staring incredulously in the mirror at her own slightly swollen breasts, Olga suggested that I try to relieve Carrie's discomfort by caressing those inflamed orbs. In addition, knowing that Carrie had already been forced to accept more than she had bargained for, Olga took advantage of this interlude to make sure that Carrie wanted to continue. Thus, as I clasped Carrie's warm breasts in my hands, Olga explained that if Carrie agreed to proceed, the next stage of the interview would make extreme demands on her body. Perhaps because she was re-assured by the pleasure I was giving her breasts, Carrie hesitated only a moment before assuring Olga that she wanted to continue.

   Encouraged by Carrie's assurance, Olga left us in order to prepare for the next stage in the interview while I continued massaging Carrie's breast. She removed the platform and replaced the trolley with a sturdy table. The surface of the new table was well padded. In addition, it was segmented so that one or more sections could be adjusted or removed independently of the others. Taking care to position the table so that one of its shorter ends pointed toward the mirror, Olga locked its wheels. After giving Carrie a few more minutes to enjoy the comfort that my hands were providing, when Olga saw that Carrie's breasts were returning to their normal color and that further fondling would push her into a state of lassitude, she had Carrie climb onto the table with her belly on its padded top. Using softly padded straps which were embedded at strategically chosen places, Olga proceeded to secure Carrie's lower body to the table. When she had finished, each of Carrie's legs was firmly attached to the table by three straps, one at the ankle, one just below the knee, and on the thigh, just below her crotch. The way that the straps held her legs slightly apart left Carrie's nether region on display, and, considering the precision with which Olga did everything else, I assumed that this too was no accident.

   Having checked the straps, Olga gave Carrie a pat on her upturned buttock and went to the middle of the table, where there were several wheels with which she could control the individual segments of the surface.  The wheel she chose to turn caused the top third of the table to drop from beneath Carrie's prone torso. Taken by surprise, Carrie's torso dropped along with its receding sup-port, with the result that she found herself, bent at the waist, with her upper body dangling from her pelvic bones. Before the blood had time to rush to Carrie's head, Olga moved to one side of Carrie's bent torso and had me position myself on the opposite side. She then told Carrie to lock her hands behind her neck and pull her head back while the two of us, grasping her at the elbow and armpit, hoisted her body into a back bend. In this position, Carrie's upper body assumed a graceful curve, with her breasts riding high on her chest and her abdominal muscles clearly visible under her stretched skin. I was struck by how much she resembled the prow of some classic sailing ship, a resemblance which she was able to appreciate herself as she looked at her own image in the mirror. However, her ability to appreciate her image was interrupted when Olga, after having me move the hand I had on Carrie's elbow to the armpit which she had been holding, climbed up onto the table, sat herself atop Carrie's buttock, and leaned forward so that her hands could circle Carrie's midriff. Using her strong fingers, she dug into the smoothly drawn cords of muscle running on either side of the center-line of Carrie's taut abdomen, and, with great skill, began to prize them apart. Naturally, Carrie attempted to relieve the strain on her tummy by lowering her body so that her muscles could relax, and, at first, it took all my strength to prevent her from doing so. Fortunately, after Olga had been at it for a while, Carrie's stomach muscles gradually learned to accommodate the invading fingers and it became easier for her to tolerate what was being done to them.

   When it seemed clear that Carrie was past the point of struggling, Olga retrieved a device which was attached at the foot of the table. This turned out to be a halter which she slipped over Carrie's head and fastened so that Carrie's position would be maintained by three bands, two broad straps running just above and just below her breasts to keep her torso bent and a thin one running around her forehead to prevent her from dropping her head. Freed from my responsibility of holding her in position, Olga had me move down the table to the juncture at the top of Carrie's crotch where, as she put it, I should do my best to distract Carrie from the travail to which Olga was subjecting her tummy. I began my diversionary maneuvers by running my hands along the smooth skin on Carrie's rounded buttock and along her inner thighs. Then, when I saw that my petting had attracted her attention, I moved one of my hands into the moist, warm pocket formed by Carrie's labia. There, with great care, I sought out her waiting clitoris, which, when I located it, I stroked with a steady rhythm. I was rewarded for my efforts by the look of ecstasy which soon replaced the one of pain which had been on Carrie's face. In fact, it seemed that Carrie had entered a state in which her mind was able to cancel the torment of Olga's continued assault on her abdominal muscles with the sexual pleasure I was giving her clitoris. As I result, Olga and I were able to keep Carrie from succumbing to exhaustion for a protracted period, by the end of which Carrie was torn between her desire to have us continue and her need to have us desist. Thus, even though Carrie's relief when we at last released her was enormous, she regretted leaving the surreal state into which she had been transported.Â

   Because of the stress to which she had been subjected, Carrie required our help when she tried to rise from the table. Once her feet were back on the floor, Carrie stared in amazement at the reflection of her sore belly, which had acquired a mottled pink hue. Not wanting her to catch cold, Olga draped a large towel over her shoulders and brought a chair for her to sit on. Even after she was seated, Carrie's eyes remained glued to her own image, from which she was obviously deriving considerable narcissistic pleasure. In fact, while Olga went to fetch her a glass of water, Carrie adjusted her posture to purposefully make her stomach more prominent. When she returned with the water, Olga solicitously inquired about her condition and urged Carrie to enjoy the brief respite she was being given from her labors. Further, to enhance Carrie's enjoyment, Olga suggested that I stand behind Carrie's seated figure and gently massage the hard worked muscles in Carrie's neck and shoulders while she made the preparations for the next stage in Carrie's training.

   In our mutual reverie of her body, Carrie and I were oblivious to what Olga was doing. Thus, we hardly noticed the disappearance of the padded table and its replacement by large, vertical, rectangular frame and were somewhat taken aback by Olga's stern announcement that it was time to put Carrie's body back to work. Somewhat reluctantly, Carrie accepted Olga's invitation to place herself, facing the mirror, inside the rectangle and raise her arms so that Olga could fasten her wrists to its top with a pair of soft cuffs. Aside from the mild strain caused by having her arms held above her head, Carrie was reasonably comfortable and quite pleased by the image she saw of herself in the mirror. However, what Olga did next compromised Carrie's comfort, if not her pleasure in her image. Namely, gripping Carrie's left ankle in her hands, she drew the leg up and to the left and then placed it in a sling hanging from a rope attached to a winch mounted high up on the left side of the rectangle. At this point, Carrie's left leg was in the same plane as her hips and lay outside the frame, but Olga had no intentions of leaving it there. As soon as she assured herself that it was safe to proceed, Olga used the winch to slowly raise Carrie's leg, inch by inch, until its foot was inches from her head and the entire leg fit neatly, if painfully, inside the frame along with the rest of her body. When she had Carrie's leg at the height which she wanted it, Olga adjusted the sling so that it ran from her calf to her ankle, with the result that Carrie's leg was held straight and could not bend.

   The image which Carrie now presented in the mirror was transformed. Most dramatic was the way in which the region around her crotch demanded our attention. From a purely aesthetic were the symmetrically placed curves of her thighs, the one espaliered against her torso and the other one bearing most of her weight. These curves gave definition to the entire region between them. Indeed, Carrie's lower body now resembled a ripe peach which has been slit to expose its pit. In this case, the ``pit'' was her vulva, which had been pulled forward from its usual hiding place. As her pelvis spread in response to the forces acting on it, her vulva opened to reveal its moist interior, thereby transforming what had been a whole pit into one which has been split to expose its seed. Further, the symmetry of her lower torso was intriguingly complemented by the asymmetry of her upper torso. On the left, her breast lay under her raised leg, which made the presence of her breast on the right, with its fully erect nipple, all the more dramatic. Of course Carrie's own appreciation of her image was tempered by the physical and psychological discomfort which its maintenance imposed on her. The physical discomfort was focused in the muscles of her raised leg. Specifically, her hamstring was begging for relief, and the tendons in her groin were stretched to what she was sure was their breaking point. The source of her psychological discomfort was the blatancy of her exposure. Never had she imagined that her vulva could be made so visibly the center of her being, especially when its visibility was so emphatically out of her control. The lurid way in which her own flesh was presented reminded her of Dali paintings she had seem, and it both disturbed and
titillated her to realize that it was her body that had become the object in the picture.Â

   Pleasing as Carrie's image was, aesthetics was not Olga's major aim. Thus, after admiring her handiwork, she once again grabbed Carrie's left ankle and forced the raised leg to move in a circular orbit whose diameter increased with each circuit. By working with care, Olga was stretching the tendons in Carrie's leg far further than they had ever been stretched before. In spite of Carrie's plaintive moans, Olga continued until she at last was able to bring Carrie's leg straight up. When she had the leg snugly pressed against Carrie's left breast, she reattached the rope holding the sling to prevent Carrie from easing the tension on her leg. Needless to say, Carrie was suffering and had every reason to regret having submitted herself Olga's care. Under traction as she was in the frame, with the muscles and tendons in both her legs begging for relief, she could not but wonder what she was doing there. At the same time, she was strangely elated. Even as a youngster taking ballet classes, her legs had never been limber enough for her to get them as high as her left leg was now, and certainly she had not known that her body, and particularly her nether regions, could be displayed to such remarkable effect. Even at the price they were costing her, Carrie was gratified by her realization that, once again, Olga was producing in her exactly the sort of ambivalent emotions
which she had been seeking.

   Entranced by the living sculpture into which she had turned Carrie's body, Olga stepped back to admire its beauty and told me to see what I could do to distract Carrie from her pain. In view of the gaping vulva which Carrie presented, I had no doubt about where to apply my services. Indeed, her fully distended clitoris was readily available at the apex of Carrie's welcoming vulva, and it required no imagination on my part to realize that it must be begging for attention. Thus, after drawing up a chair, I sat myself directly in front of Carrie, placed a finger at the tip of her clitoris, and proceeded to play her with the joy stick which nature had placed at my disposal. Carrie's response was immediate. In a vain attempt to control what I was doing, she fought the bonds which held her. Because there was little else that she could do, she would raise herself on the toe of her right foot in the hope that she could in that way win herself some wiggle room. However, all her struggling was for naught, and she after a short while she decided that she had better just accept the frustration which accompanied the pleasure I was providing her.

   Sensing that I had tormented Carrie's clitoris long enough, Olga suggested that I might want to try other, more satisfying techniques, and seeing that I was more than willing to try, she discreetly left the room. After removing my clothes, I clasped Carrie's body in my arms and guided my penis to the entrance of her vagina. Much to my surprise, and in spite of her copious secretions, I discovered that it was difficult to penetrate more than an inch or so into her body. As we both quickly realized, her normally straight vaginal channel was no longer straight. Instead, when her vulva moved forward, her vaginal channel was forced to follow and was now curving up and forward, with result that, in order for me to penetrate further, she would have to allow the walls of her vagina to be stretched. Thus, I continued only after she confirmed that she was willing to endure this new form of assault on her already stressed body. When I renewed my efforts, I found that progress was possible if I moved slowly enough to give her vagina time to accommodate each step in my invasion, and as I worked my penis against her vaginal muscles, I began to suspect that Olga knew full well what she was doing when she suggested that I enter Carrie. Indeed, as we strove to reach orgasm, I was giving Carrie's vagina, not to mention my own penis, as diabolically strenuous a workout as anyone could devise. Moreover, even when we at last achieved orgasm, the workout did not come to an end until my erection subsided sufficiently for me to disengage my penis from the iron grip her vagina had on it.

   As soon as we did manage to disengage, Carrie's ability to rise above her pain forsook her. Thus, it was with great relief that she greeted Olga's reappearance, and her relief became outright gratitude when Olga released her leg and she was able once again to stand on both legs. However, before releasing her still stretched body from the frame, Olga took the opportunity to explain that this initial session was at an end and what would be expected of her were Carrie to choose to return for another. Although Olga's examination had found Carrie's body to be in good condition, she felt that Carrie's waist could be reduced and her legs should be more limber. For these reasons, she demanded that, before working on Carrie's body again, Carrie would have to take an inch off her waistline and spend time at a ballet barre having her legs stretched. To emphasize her point, she then produced a belt made out of a padded wire fitted with a small, button shaped buckle on one end. After passing the belt around the Carrie's waist, she tightened it to the circumference which she required that Carrie achieve, anchored in place by pushing the buckle into Carrie's navel, and snipped off the extra wire. With her body stretched as it was, the belt was a comfortable fit. However, when Carrie's body was released, it was clear that the belt would be tight enough to sink into her flesh, which is exactly what happened after Olga removed the cuffs from Carrie's wrists and allowed her to leave the frame. Before leaving us, Olga suggested that Carrie not remove the belt but wear it as a constant reminder of the dimensions which Olga had dictated that she should achieve.

Interlude:Â By the time that Carrie was back in her clothes and ready to leave the gym, she was so physically depleted that I decided to bring her home in a taxi, and, after we arrived home, she needed
my help undressing and getting into bed.

   When she woke the following morning, every muscle in her body lodged a complaint. Not only did her abdominal muscles cry out every time she rose or bent, her legs, especially her left one, found it difficult to bear her weight. A long, soothing, hot bath helped but did not restore her completely. Further, it was not just her body which was exhausted, her session with Olga had left her emotionally drained as well. Each time she recalled what Olga been done to her, the memory would send a tremor down her spine. In particular, she was unable to forgot how, in Olga's hands, she had achieved a level of sexual excitement at which she had lost her capacity to distinguish pleasure from pain or even determine whether such a distinction really exists when sexual gratification is the goal. These memories both disturbed and thrilled her. Disturbing for her was the extent to which she had relinquished control over her whole self, mind as well as body, to another person. At the same time, she was thrilled each time she remembered how, with Olga's guidance, she had entered an extra- corporeal state in which her conscious and physical selves had become separated so that her mind was able to look dispassionately at the body it had left and appreciate the beauty which Olga's skilled hands had won from that body.

   A related issue for Carrie was the question of her submitting to a second session with Olga. Knowing, as she did now, exactly how arduous such a visit would be and still suffering the residual pain from the previous one, she was more than a little ambivalent about putting her body again at Olga's disposal. Did the pleasure sufficiently compensate for the pain? Why had she given another person, particularly another woman, such complete mastery over her body? For that matter, why was she, by wearing Olga's belt around her middle, still implicitly accepting Olga's domination? For several days, Carrie was unable to find a satisfactory answer to any of these questions. However, as time passed, it became increasingly clear to Carrie that she, in spite of her reservations, still craved what Olga had to offer and that, in the end, she knew that, inevitably, she would put her body
back into Olga's hands. Â

   Having reached this conclusion, Carrie had to confront the problems posed by Olga's demands. She knew that the reduction of her waistline could be accomplished by combining a change in her diet with a more rigorous exercise program. With this in mind, Carrie carefully monitored her calorie consumption and increased the time she spent exercising her abdomen. At first, she was disconcerted by the discovery that Olga's belt would dig into her tummy each time she called on her stomach muscles. As a result, she taught herself how to keep her stomach flat even when she was working it. For example, she would take care to tuck her tummy in rather than let it bulge when doing her sit-ups. Similarly, when I massaged her belly, she concentrated on keeping her waist as small as possible while rounding her lower belly so that it could accommodate the penetration of my fingers. Further, she was gratified to find that, after a few of weeks, her waist had shrunk sufficiently that the belt was no longer a source of serious discomfort.

   Limbering her legs was a more difficult problem. As a child, Carrie had taken ballet lessons, but she no longer possessed the flexibility which those lessons had given her body. Working together, we tried to devise an exercise program for the purpose of limbering her legs. After several abortive attempts, we settled on an exercise which seemed to work quite well. Namely, Carrie would lie on her back and raise one leg straight up. I, after grasping the ankle of that leg with both hands, would use my weight to manipulate it in ways designed to stretch its tendons. By pushing the leg forward, I forced Carrie's hamstrings to lengthen. When I pulled it to the side, it was the tendons in her groin which were made to bear my weight. Our efforts did make her legs more limber. On the other hand, nothing that we did with her legs even approached the demands which her visit to Olga's frame had made on them. Thus, we suspected that Olga would not satisfied with our efforts and decided that we had better employ more rigorous methods. For this reason, we located a dance school where Carrie could have a personal trainer for her legs.

   When we arrived at the school, we were greeted by a handsome young man named Greg who was wearing an outfit which hid little of his muscular body. After ushering us into a small studio, he asked Carrie, whose body, once she had removed her coat and slipped out of her shoes, was attractively displayed under her leotard, to stand in front of a full length mirror so that he could assess the condition of her legs. Unlike Olga's, Greg's examination was completely dispassionate. In fact, although he clearly appreciated what he saw, he seemed to have only a purely professional interest in her body. Even when he was touching her rather intimately around her crotch, there were no sexual implications discernible in his touch. For Carrie, Greg's apparent asexuality was simultaneously reassuring and disturbing. On the one hand, she did not want to involve yet another person in her sexual life. On the other hand, she had to admit that she expected men to be sexually aroused by her body and found it slightly insulting that this man was not.

   Having ascertained the information which he needed to proceed, Greg came to the same conclusion as Olga had. Namely, he thought the most efficient method for improving Carrie's flexibility was to employ a barre in much the same way as ballet masters used to train their students. So saying, he positioned a portable barre several feet in front of the mirror, anchored it to solid sockets in the floor, and, after adjusting its height, invited Carrie to place one of her legs over the barre. Remembering her ballet classes, Carrie assumed that she was to place her leg so that her ankle would be the point at which it met the barre. However, that was not what Greg had in mind. Standing on the opposite side of the barre from Carrie, he grasped her ankle and gently pulled Carrie forward until her crotch rested on top of the barre so that her raised leg was entirely on Greg's side and the groin of her other leg rested against the side of the barre. After warning Carrie to brace herself, Greg slowly stretched her leg by leaning back. As he steadily increased the pull on her raised leg, the muscles in that leg as well as the tendons of her groin were subjected to increasing tension. However, he seemed to know how much she could tolerate and stopped increasing the tension before it became too painful. Once he had the pull on her leg at the level he wanted, he, without diminishing the tension, began working the stretched leg. Depending on the direction in which he guided her raised leg, he forced Carrie to rotate on the other leg so that at one extreme she was nearly facing toward him and at the other extreme she had her back to him.

   Greg continued working her leg in this way for about fifteen minutes before having her switch legs and repeating the procedure. After this initial stretching of her legs, Greg allowed Carrie to rest for several minutes while he raised the barre about half a foot. When she was ready to resume, he had Carrie face the barre and again hand him the leg which had been raised first. This time, rather than pulling the leg toward him, he held the ankle on top of the barre and told her to lean her torso as far back as she could while he held her ankle against the barre. After she had complied, Carrie's body assumed a graceful arc, which was enhanced when she tilted her head and her lifted her arms so that they continued the curve along which her torso ran. In fact, she looked so beautiful in this pose that I asked her if she would mind my baring her upper body while she held it. Perhaps because, in spite of his being a man, Greg's apparent lack of sexual interest neutralized his presence from her point of view, Carrie, who was well aware how beautifully the pose displayed her body, hesitated only a moment before agreeing; indeed, I sensed that her only reason for hesitating at all was her concern that Greg not see the wire belt which encompassed her midriff. Since she was wearing a wrap-around leotard, it was easy for me to lower it to her waist without having her abandon her position or exposing her belt, and, when I had it tucked securely around her middle, the beauty of what I had revealed exceeded expectations. What I found most pleasing was the pattern made by her faintly visible ribs, a pattern which was aesthetically interrupted by the soft mounds of her breasts. Unable to resist, I positioned myself behind her back, reached under her arms so that I could cup her breasts in my hands, and, by trapping them between my index fingers and thumbs, tease her nipples until they stood out from her breasts like little red sentinels.Â

   Throughout, Greg watched us with intense interest but gave no sign that he was sexually aroused by either the sight of Carrie's body or what I was doing to it. Nonetheless, he did appreciate the aesthetic possibilities of Carrie's response to my attentions and suggested that I experiment to see what artistic effects I could produce by molding her torso into different positions. Since I too was intrigued by these possibilities, I readily accepted his suggestion.  Standing behind Carrie, I took one of her shoulders in each hand and pulled them back until her upper body not only bent away from the barre but also arched back toward me. In this position, her head fell back with the consequence that her face disappeared from her image in the mirror and was replaced by her nipples as the most prominent feature at the top of her body. In an attempt to increase the dramatic impact of her image, I decided that I should try to make her arms disappear as well. Thus, without reducing the pressure that I was applying, I dropped my hands along her arms so that I could pull them together and away from her body. As I had anticipated, with her arms missing from it, her image now resembled that of a Greek stature whose head and limbs had been lost. Once I had her arms where I wanted them, I held them there with one hand grasping her two wrists while I used my other hand to keep the ``sentinels'' on her breasts awake and be sure that they continued to stand at attention. In addition, my free hand roamed over her tightly stretched front, enjoying the soft layer of smooth flesh covering the tightly stretched musculature of her upper belly, and occasionally I would use her arms as a lever to make her sway back and forth in what became a slow, sensual dance.

   After Greg had switched to her other leg, I decided to mold Carrie's torso in a different direction. This time I pushed her body toward the raised leg and had her grasp the barre so that her breasts now lay on either side of her raised leg and her foot rested against her chin. In this position, Carrie's breasts were much more malleable than they had been when she leaned back, and, after taking a nipple in each hand, I set her breasts in motion by alternately pressing one nipple into while pulling the other nipple away from the breast to which it was attached. Carrie found my simulated milking of her breasts both relaxing and exciting, and Greg and I thoroughly enjoyed watching her breasts as they bobbed up and down and changed shape. Thus, by the time that Greg released her leg, all three of us were pleased and were looking forward to our next visit.

   We returned to Greg several times, and each time discovered new ways to present and enjoy Carrie's body while he limbered her legs. Never did Greg's interest in her body give even a hint of sexuality. It seemed that he simply appreciated its aesthetic potential and was content to participate in the realization of that potential. Somewhat to my surprise, once she had reconciled his disinterest with her own pride in her sexual attractiveness, Carrie learned that there was a special pleasure to be derived from having her body appreciated for its purely artistic attributes. Nonetheless, she knew that, without the sexual component, she would never achieve the state of excitement which Olga had evoked, and so our visits to Greg did nothing to assuage her need to revisit Olga.

The Second Session: Understandably, Carrie anticipated our second visit to Olga with mixed emotions. Indeed, she both desired and feared the experiences to which she knew Olga would submit her body.  Thinking, perhaps unconsciously, that maximizing her vulnerability might influence Olga to be gentler, Carrie, after performing her usual washing and shaving, spent a long time in her bath scrubbing her entire body with a pumice stone. As a result, when she emerged her complexion had the pink glow of a baby. In order not to lose this glow on our way to the gym, she donned a rather coarse wool dress which, because she had nothing except Olga's belt beneath it, would keep her skin slightly irritated and tingling.

   Carrie's neck and proceeding down her front, Olga demonstrated her profound knowledge of the female anatomy and her skill in the manipulation of its erogenous zones, particularly the less frequently recognized ones like the soft flesh along her underarms, sensitive skin in her armpits, and the feminine curves of her midriff and hips. Thus, by the time Olga reached Carrie's pubis, Carrie's body had turned to a mass of putty which Olga was free to mold, and, as Olga explained, mold it is exactly what she intended to do. In this connection, Olga told Carrie that throughout the session, her body would be kept in a state of sexual excitement, no matter what else was being done to it, and her excitement would be maintained and monitored by two means. First, her nipples would be required to remain rigidly hard, and various methods would be employed to assure that that requirement was met. Second, Carrie was to be introduced to the use of ben wa balls and to learn their power to exercise and stimulate the vagina. When we were once again in Olga's lair, Olga again began by having Carrie remove her clothes and stand on the low platform where her previous inspection had taken place. Carrie's efforts with the pumice were not lost on Olga, who appreciated both the rosiness of Carrie's skin and warmth which radiated from it. In addition, much to Carrie's relief, Olga, after expressing her satisfaction with Carrie's success in reducing her girth to the prescribed dimension, removed the belt with which she had bound Carrie's waist. When the belt was gone, Olga treated Carrie to a delicious massage. Starting at Carrie's neck and proceeding down her front, Olga demonstrated her profound knowledge of the female anatomy and her skill in the manipulation of its erogenous zones, particularly the less frequently recognized ones like the soft flesh along her underarms, sensitive skin in her armpits, and the feminine curves of her midriff and hips. Thus, by the time Olga reached Carrie's pubis, Carrie's body had turned to a mass of putty which Olga was free to mold, and, as Olga explained, mold it is exactly what she intended to do. In this connection, Olga told Carrie that throughout the session, her body would be kept in a state of sexual excitement, no matter what else was being done to it, and her excitement would be maintained and monitored by two means. First, her nipples would be required to remain rigidly hard, and various methods would be employed to assure that that requirement was met. Second, Carrie was to be introduced to the use of ben wa balls and to learn their power to exercise and stimulate the vagina.   When we were once again in Olga's lair, Olga again began by having Carrie remove her clothes and stand on the low platform where her previous

   Having told us her intentions, Olga left Carrie's body quaking on the platform long enough to fetch a vaulting horse and her instrument trolley. When she returned, she asked Carrie to drape herself over the horse, with her midriff centered on the pad and her upper and lower body hanging down on either side. Olga then buckled a wide strap over Carrie's waist, thereby effectively bisecting Carrie's body so that she felt as its upper half had been partially disconnected from her lower half. After dispatching me to the side occupied by Carrie's buttock and hips, Olga retrieved from her trolley a small box from which she drew a pair of metallic ben wa balls, one about an inch in diameter and the other somewhat smaller, attached together by a string. When she handed the balls to me, I discovered that they contained a heavy, viscous substance, possibly mercury, which wobbled in response to any movement and jiggled whenever one ball knocked against the other. Asking me to first warm them in my palms, she told me that when they were approaching body temperature I should spread Carrie's labia and introduce the balls into her vagina; and, because Carrie was already so sexually excited, my assignment was easily accomplished.

   Once I had the balls embedded deep inside Carrie, Olga joined me at Carrie's rear. Leaning down over her buttock, Olga placed a stethoscope in the dip just below Carrie's sacrum and instructed Carrie to work her vaginal muscles against the balls. In order to help Carrie figure out how to mobilize the muscles required, Olga had me reach a hand between Carrie's legs and palpate the part of her lower belly just above her pubic bone and directly over the portion of her vagina in which the ben wa balls lay. Although I could not feel the presence of the balls, Olga could hear through her stethoscope that my hand was having the desired effect. Namely, my massage was causing the balls to move up and down Carrie's vaginal channel. Because of their difference in size, they moved at slightly different rates, and each time that they bumped back together, Olga could hear a distinct click. Of course, Olga was not the only one who could perceive what was happening inside Carrie. Carrie herself was acutely aware of every movement made by the balls, both because of predictable stretching and contraction of her vaginal walls around the surface of the moving balls and because of the unpredictable shifting of the substance secreted in their interior. Thus, it did not take her long to gain sufficient control that, when, at Olga's bidding, I removed my hand, Carrie was able to keep the balls in motion. After listening for several minutes to the clicks echoing in Carrie's pelvic region, Olga removed her stethoscope but warned Carrie that her efforts would be monitored and that steps would be taken were they deemed to be deficient. Before moving back to the other side of the horse, Olga ran a second wide strap along the crease at the join of Carrie's buttock to the tops of her thighs and secured this strap to the horse in a way which, in conjunction with the strap across Carrie's waist, welded Carrie's pelvic region to the horse.Â

   Satisfied that Carrie's bottom would remain sufficiently stimulated for a while, Olga turned her attention to Carrie's top half. She began by taking from her trolley a contraption consisting of a pair of plastic tubes attached at one end to a small electric pump and fitted at the other end with pliable rubber disks. After switching on the pump, Olga cupped one of Carrie's inverted breasts, positioned a disk so that it was centered over the nipple, and held it in place until it became sealed to the aureola by the suction generated by the pump; and, when it secure, she immediately repeated the procedure on Carrie's other breast. As Olga had intended, Carrie was learning how it feels to have her breasts milked. To augment this sensation, the pump was designed so that the suction it produced varied. At times it was strong enough to suck Carrie's nipples into the tubes, distending them until they were over half an inch long. At other times, the suction was barely sufficient to keep the disks in place. Because its modulations seemed to have no regular pattern, Carrie could not anticipate the sensations which her breasts would be experiencing, and so all that she could do was let her body absorb those sensations. In response to what was happening to her, Carrie's natural bodily functions took over. Namely, like that of a mother nursing a suckling baby, the $-1òümilkingòý provoked a continuous series of rhythmic contractions in Carrie's vagina, contractions which, because of the ben wa balls, propagated all the way from her uterus to her clitoris. Thus, draped as she was over the horse, Carrie, once again reconciled herself to the loss of control over her own body, joined Olga and me as enthralled observers of a female body responding to nature's bidding. Without any further stimulation, Carrie's body continued to perform for about ten minutes, and during this period we were treated to sequence of sensual undulations which would have put any contortionist to shame. Indeed, with each renewal of the suction on her nipples, Carrie lifted her torso and swayed from side to side, and, when the tug on her nipples subsided, her torso would drop but the muscles in her hips and upper thighs continued to give evidence of the contractions taking place in her inner recesses.

   In spite of the blissful state Carrie was enjoying, her body was paying an enormous price for its pleasure. After only a few minutes, her body was sheathed in a coating of sweat, and after ten minutes her response to the sucking on her nipples began to diminish. Realizing that Carrie was close to collapse, Olga removed the disks from her breasts and handed me a towel with which to wipe the sweat off of Carrie's body while she prepared for the next stage in Carrie's training. When I had dried her off, I noticed that Carrie's hips continued to twitch and surmised that her vaginal walls must be still massaging themselves against the ben wa balls. Fascinated, I moved to her rear and ran my hands over her buttock, along sides of her waist, and up her rib cage until, by draping my own body on top hers, I was able to reach what normally would have been the underside but was now, in her inverted position, the upper surface of her breasts.  Perhaps because they are usually the least accessible area, I have always found the underside of a woman's breast to be highly responsive, and certainly this had been my experience with Carrie. Further, because gravity now was exposing rather than hiding the crease between her ribs and the mounds of her breasts, the undersides of her breasts were particularly vulnerable and exquisitely sensitive. Thus, as I caressed them with the backs of my fingers, my groin, which was glued to Carrie's buttock, was rewarded by a noticeably increased level of activity below it. After spending enough time on their undersides, I moved on to the sides of her breasts before concentrating on her nipples, which had lost none of the rigidity which their ``milking'' had produced.Â

   After giving Carrie and me enough time to enjoy the wonders taking  place in her body, Olga brought our attention to the preparations she had been making. During our dalliance, she had dragged forward a large, well padded mat, which she had positioned between the horse and mirror and had then fetched a pair of five pound barbells from her collection of weights. Compared to the other equipment which she had employed, these items seemed rather mundane. Nonetheless, as Carrie was about to find out, their simplicity belied their effectiveness. After freeing Carrie from her perch atop the horse, Olga told her to stand facing the mirror in the middle of the pad. Next, placing her hands on Carrie's shoulders, Olga guided her into a kneeling position with Carrie's buttock initially resting on her calves and then, after having Carrie spread her folded legs, with her buttock touching the mat and most of her weight born by the tendons in her splayed haunches. The fact that she was able to assume this position without too much difficulty was testament to her time at the barre, and so Carrie was gratified by Olga's look of approval. In addition, she was pleased by the image of herself reflected in the mirror. The pose presented her upper body at its best, especially because of the way her turgid nipples crowned her breasts. Equally attractive was the lush spread of her hips and the passageway to her vulva formed by her inner thighs. However, Olga interrupted Carrie's narcissistic contemplations when she placed a barbell in each of Carrie's hands and instructed her to first raise her upper arms so that they stuck straight out from her sides at shoulder height and then had her bend her elbows at right angles so that her lower arms pointed straight up.

   Olga's instructions only enhanced the charm of Carrie's pose. Carrie now resembled one of those sensual Cambodian temple statues depicting the consort to some Hindu god. Furthermore, because the weights she was holding were not very heavy, for a while Carrie had no particular difficulty maintaining her position. Nonetheless, her difficulty increased with each passing minute, and, after holding the barbells for five minutes, the muscles in her arms and shoulders had begun to burn, and beads of sweat appeared on her trembling neck and shoulders and ran from her armpits down her sides. By ten minutes, Olga saw that Carrie was in distress and gave her permission to lower her arms to her sides and rest the barbells on the tops of her thighs. On the other hand, she did not relax her control over Carrie's body. By the time that Carrie was allowed to drop her arms, relief was her only concern. In particular, she was not worried about her appearance and could not care less whether her nipples remained hard or the balls in her vagina kept moving. However, Olga swiftly took charge. Delivering a sharp slap on the bulge just below Carrie's navel, she first admonished Carrie for not keeping her tummy firm. She then armed herself with a small brush with which she systematically brushed the exposed tips of Carrie's breasts until her nipples again stood at attention on her puckered aureole. While she dealt with Carrie's upper body, Olga sent me to check on the ben wa balls. Rather than having me use the stethoscope, she told me to cup Carrie's vulva and stimulate her vagina into action by tapping on her clitoris. When I leaned down to place an ear against Carrie's lower belly, I could detect a slightly liquid sound, which I assumed came from her vaginal secretions acting as a lubricant facilitating the peristaltic contractions of her vaginal walls around the balls. Once Olga saw we had brought her back to a state of intense sexual excitement, she instructed Carrie to raise the barbells. Because her muscles were already tired, Carrie was reluctant to obey. Nonetheless, when Olga threatened to bring the session to an immediate close and send us home unless she complied, Carrie resumed her pose. Distracted by the attention which Olga and my continued to lavish on her nipples and clitoris, Carrie was able to hold the pose far longer than I had predicted. In fact, much to my surprise, she gave no further protest when Olga forced her to repeat this exercise twice more, with no relief from Olga and my incessant teasing.Â

   At last Olga decided that it was time to give Carrie's arms a rest and exercise another part of her anatomy. Thus, after she had Carrie lower her arms for the fourth time, she had me move a few feet behind Carrie and then, by pressing on Carrie's breasts, pushed her into a backward back bend so that her head touched the pat between her feet and her torso formed an arch. Stretched as they were, when Olga released them Carrie's breasts were completely flattened on her chest, especially after Olga denied her support from her arms and insisted that she lift them over her head and told me to grasp her hands so that she had to keep them there. In fact, were it not for her erect nipples and large aureole, her upper body could have been mistaken for that of a nubile adolescent. Of course, that resemblance ended at her navel, below which her generous hips, succulent thighs, and plume of public left no doubt that the body presented before me belonged to a fully mature woman in her prime. Using a towel and baby powder provided by Olga, I first removed the film of sweat coating Carrie's body and then replaced that film with a thin layer of powder. Because it tended to accumulate in all the hallows on her front, the powderhighlighted the contours of Carrie's tightly stretched body, accentuating her ribs and the region around her belly button. Kneeling at her head, I ran my hands gently up and down her torso, spreading the powder evenly over her ribcage, breasts, and armpits and finally into the crevice between her thighs and labia.

   Consumed as we were by the sensuality of what I was doing to her body, Carrie and I did not notice Olga's absence until she reappeared. At first I was dumbfounded by what she brought back with her. Namely, she had two drum sticks of the sort used on a kettle drum, the ones with fuzzy bulbs at their ends. However, after she sat herself cross-legged at Carrie's side, it became clear that what she intended was to use the tautly stretched surface of Carrie's tummy as a drum. To begin with, she simply stroked Carrie's skin with the soft bulbs, the way a drummer might get the feel of his instrument before beginning to play. Then, having familiarized herself with her instrument, she started playing on it. Striking with moderate force, she beat a steady tatoo on the tight muscles of Carrie's stomach. Like a drummer, she varied her target. Thus, at times it was the relatively soft area around Carrie's navel which was being hit, at other times it was bony rim of Carrie's pelvic region on which she concentrated, with particular attention to its apex just above her vulva. Much to my surprise and delight, Olga's playing did evoke an audible response from Carrie's body. When the neighborhood of her belly button was being tapped, I could hear a muted but definite low pitched reverberation coming from the tightly stretched muscles in her abdomen. When it was her pelvic rim, the reverberations seemed to emanate from her skeleton and were much higher pitched. But no matter what tones Olga's playing were producing, the effect on Carrie was one of extreme excitement. Never before had her body been subjected to this sort of stimulation. Not only did the reverberations coursing through her frame provide new physical sensations, she was greatly excited by her own acquiescence in the use of her body as an instrument for someone else to play on.

   As a crescendo, Olga brought her performance to a close with a protracted attack on the apex of Carrie's pubis. Holding the drum sticks with her fingers and moving only her wrists, she struck with little force but great rapidity directly on the point where the pelvic bones meet. In spite the tension caused by her position, Olga's blows resonated throughout Carrie's pelvic region, sending thrilling vibrations coursing through her occupied vagina and even penetrating into the ring of muscle around her anus.  The intensity of the sensations which Olga was producing was so great that, for the first time since she assumed her bowed position, Carrie began to struggle. Using my grasp on her hands to give herself traction, she attempted to lift her hips so that her pubis would be more available for the sensual punishment which Olga was administering to it. Carrie's struggles enabled her to raise her buttock high enough to expose her groin and the upper portion of her vulva, and Olga was quick to take advantage of the new targets. While continuing to strike Carrie's pubis with her left hand, she used the stick in her right to hit first the tendons at the top of Carrie's groin and then, more gently, to tap directly on Carrie's clitoris, which now peeked out between her labia. Each time Olga visited her clitoris, Carrie moaned and writhed desperately. Nonetheless, even after Olga continued to torment her for several minutes, Carrie did nothing to protect this
most exquisitely sensitive part of her anatomy. Quite the opposite, as became increasing clear, the purpose of her writhing was to expose, not hide, her clitoris. By shifting some of her weight to her shoulders and lifting herself onto her toes while raising her hips and spreading her legs wider, Carrie gave Olga unimpeded access to the now prominent bud which seemed to be asserting its presence between her gaping labia.

   Having received such a blatant invitation from Carrie to concentrate on her engorged clitoris, Olga asked me whether I agreed to having her bring Carrie to orgasm. Since I had never been a spectator when Carrie reached her sexual climax, I was intrigued by the prospect of watching someone else, especially someone so skilled as Olga, bring her to orgasm, and so I nodded my agreement. When she had my approval, Olga asked me to kneel straddling Carrie's head and then take one of her nipples between the thumb and index finger of each hand. At the same time, she knelt between the wings of Carrie's splayed thighs, and, after dropping the drum stick which it had held, used the fingers of her right hand to carefully free the stalk of Carrie's clitoris from the hood of flesh under which it normally resides.  In spite of her preoccupation with the strain and stimulation to which her body was being subjected, Carrie was keenly aware of the resulting extreme exposure of the most sensitive spot on her body. Never before had she had her clitoris so purposefully manipulated. In addition, this was the first time that it was a woman who would doing the manipulation, and this fact both worried and excited her. Intuitively, Carrie sensed that a woman, especially one who had already asserted so much control over her body, would be much more knowledgeable than a man about the potential of this uniquely female organ and much less inhibited about exploiting its potential, and Olga wasted no time confirming that Carrie's intuition was correct. With the fingers of her right hand preventing Carrie's clitoris from hiding under its protective cover, Olga used the drum stick in her left hand to administer a sequence of well aimed taps to the tip of the glistening stalk staring at her between Carrie's labia. Even though Carrie's lower body bucked each time Olga struck her clitoris, she did nothing to protect it from further assault. Timing the delivery of her taps so that they came at five second intervals, Olga instructed me to squeeze Carrie's nipples during between blows, thereby making sure that at no time was Carrie's body free of stimulation.

   After a couple of minutes, Olga stopped her tapping and dropped the stick in her left hand. Now using both her hands, Olga peeled back Carrie's labia and placed her thumbs directly on either side of the fully exposed stalk of Carrie's clitoris. Ignoring the gyrations of Carrie's hips, Olga commenced a skilled manipulation of Carrie's distended clitoris. Alternating sides, her thumbs bent Carrie's stalk back and forth, each time forcing it to remain bent for several seconds. For Carrie, Olga's treatment of her clitoris was excruciating. On the one hand, having her rigid clitoris forced to bend caused a pain which permeated her entire vulva and made the muscles of her vagina contract around the ben wa balls which were still deeply embedded in its depths. On the other hand, the pain was entirely different from any she had experienced before. Indeed, it was a pain which she willing endured and even wanted to have increased. Thus, with tears clouding her eyes, she ceased her gyrations, and the only movement in her lower body came from the stressed muscles in her tummy and thighs. Olga was clearly pleased by Carrie's reaction and, with a sly smile, announced that she intended to deny Carrie relief until she had achieved orgasm, an announcement to which, much to my surprise, Carrie raised no complaint. Although I continued to tease Carrie's nipples, the focus of my attention was Carrie's vulva and what Olga was doing down there. What fascinated me was the way that the intensity of the sensations Olga was producing simultaneously brought Carrie to the brink of orgasm and prevented her from achieving it. Indeed, each time that Carrie's body seemed about to reach orgasm, Olga would knowingly increase the pressure on her clitoris so that Carrie was denied the moment of relief which she required to prepare for climax. In this way, Olga kept Carrie suspended in a state of pure frustration, forcing her body to absorb enormous excitement while preventing her from bringing herself to orgasm. Of course, Carrie's body could not tolerate this level of stimulation indefinitely. Thus, when Olga sensed that the pleasure she was bringing Carrie would soon lose out to the torment she was administering, she relented, and the next time Carrie's body tensed in anticipation of climax, Olga allowed her to achieve the orgasm toward which she had been striving ever since our arrival. Never before had I seen Carrie climax with such intensity. In spite of its exhaustion, her body convulsed with each wave of excitement and relief that swept over it. Her initial convulsion was the strongest, but it was followed by a succession after-shocks during which she thrust her hips in a abandoned imitation of coitus. By the time that the final wave had racked her body, Carrie was so depleted that she simply collapsed into the puddle of sweat which had been building on her back and dropping onto the mat over which she had been arched. When this happened, Olga leaned over Carrie's prone form, planted an admiring kiss on her forehead, and left us alone.

   I soon realized that Carrie was so physically and mentally spent that she was completely incapable of caring for herself. As a consequence, she was entirely passive as I ministered to her needs. After wiping down her body and removing the ben wa balls from her vagina, I decided to give her a relaxing massage, in response to which she slipped into a peaceful sleep. However, not wanting to prolong our departure too long, I disturbed her rest enough to get her sufficiently dressed to allow us to leave without being arrested for indecency. When I at last had guided her out onto the street, I hailed a cab in which we returned home.

Conclusion: As was the case after her first visit to Olga, Carrie took several days to recover from the experience. Indeed, it is not entirely clear that she has yet come to terms with the emotions which the memory of that experience continues to evoke. Carrie has never thought of herself as lesbian, and so her own acquiescence to Olga's explicitly sexual manipulation of her body disturbed her. On the one hand, she was able to rationalize that her acquiescence was a consequence of the peculiar situation and was therefore not a reflection of her true sexual proclivities. On the other hand, she was honest enough to realize that she had been an active and willing participant in what had been done to her. 0Indeed, it was she, even after the initial session, who had sought out Olga and not Olga who had come to her. Thus, there was no way for her to pretend it was an accident that the most intimate parts of her body had come under Olga's control and had been made to endure the consequences. Carrie had always suspected that only another woman would know how to extract the ultimate pleasure of which her body was capable, but she had never fully understood the implications of that realization. However, now, after two sessions with Olga, she had no way to escape the conclusion that, even if she was not a lesbian, her body had appreciated the special attentions which only a woman would have known it craved and how to administer. In fact, each time that Carrie recalled how Olga had transported her to that level of excitement at which the pain she imposed on her body only enhanced the pleasurable sensations which her mind was registering, a frisson of excitement coursed through her body at the same time as a dark shadow of fear and anguish overlay her thoughts.Â

   As distinguished from Carrie's thinking after her first session with Olga, Carrie's desire to resubmit her body to Olga's control was outweighed by her reservations about doing so. Instead, what she wanted was to return to the sort of games which she used to play with me and to see if she could learn to use them to satisfy her needs. Thus, after she had recovered sufficiently from the ordeal of her second visit to Olga, Carrie resumed her exercise regimen under my supervision. Usually, we have worked her body at home, in which case she is expected to present herself naked so that she will be maximally available. On the other hand, in order to avoid boredom, we have sometimes chosen a more public venue in which to play our games. On these occasions, I have made sure that Carrie will be constantly aware that we are treading the thin line which separates propriety from indiscretion. So far, Carrie has been satisfied. However, I do not fool myself: Olga remains a prominent presence in her mind. Â