It was nine o'clock when Mei-Lien called the following evening. Through her newly acquired a speaker phone, she sounded rather distant and there was a slight echo when she spoke.
After we had exchanged a few banalities, she became impatient to find out what lay in store for her.
"I have spent the day recovering from the workout through which you put me yesterday, and I have not fully recovered yet. My legs and groin were so sore that I was reluctant to move at all, and did so only gingerly. Anticipating the demands which you would be making on me during this conversation, I soaked in a hot bath for an hour before calling you. The bath helped, but I very much hope that my homework tonight will not subject my lower body to strenuous exercise."
Appreciating her concern and the way that she expressed it, I wanted to assure her that I would be careful not to overtax her. At the same time, I considered it essential that we initiate our program of involving her body during our nightly calls.
"Mei-Lien, I understand your reservations and am grateful that, in spite of them, you have not only called but also prepared yourself for the consequences of doing so. I assume that you, fresh from your bath, are wearing very little and are warm enough to be wearing even less. If so, you are to stand in front of your mirror and bare yourself to the waist, making sure to expose your lower belly."
I soon heard rustling noises which I interpreted as confirmation that Mei-Lien was following my instructions. When these diminished, she announced that she had complied and was awaiting further instructions.
"First, I want to describe for me the image which you see in the mirror. Tell me what you like and don't like about it, and describe ways in which you would like to have it improved and methods by which you think those improvements could be made."
After a brief pause, Mei-Lien gave her report.
"The image before me is that of a healthy young woman with a distinctly Asian complexion and figure. Like most Chinese women, she has a layer of soft flesh which extends from the base of her neck all the way down her torso. This layer of flesh was greatly admired in classical China, where I assume it was seen as both a desirable feminine attribute and as evidence that the woman had a pampered existence. Even though the aesthetics behind that admiration are not my own, I can appreciate that my padding contributes a certain succulence to my image and that it masks some of the imperfections in my figure. In particular, it provides an attractive setting for my breasts, whose lack of bulk is partially compensated by the opulence of the flesh from which they emerge. On the other hand, I see this same padding as a liability further down my torso. It smooths the region between my ribcage and pelvis, a region which should be distinctly narrower than those which lie above and below it."
Knowing Mei-Lien's body as well as I did, I could picture everything which she was describing: her pert breasts as well as her gently rounded tummy.
"In time, I hope that, with my help, you will be able to maximize the attributes with which nature has endowed you. Unfortunately, our options tonight are limited by the residual soreness that your body has from the stretching it received yesterday. Nonetheless, I think that we can devise an exercise which you can perform this evening. As we learned during one of your visits to me, your nipples are very responsive to stimulation and capable of significant transformation. Thus, I want you to bare yourself to the waist, cup your hands around the outer sides of your breasts, and place your thumbs and index fingers on your aereolae at the base of your nipples. Being careful to not block your view of what you are doing, you are to squeeze your fingers gently but firmly together and roll them back and forth while you tell me how your breasts look and how you and they feel about their being treated in this way."
I waited in silence while Mei-Lien prepared herself. The silence ended in an audible intake of breath which indicated that she had done my bidding and now had a firm grip on the base of her own nipples. After several seconds, she began her account of what was transpiring at her end of the line.
"The image in the mirror is now one of a young women engaged a strangely beautiful act of self-immolation. Her fingers are squeezing the base of her nipples, as if she were attempting to pluck them off their moorings. The nipples themselves are turgidly erect, and their tips bob at the end of their stalks as her fingers mold and worry their base. From the sensual smile on her face, it is clear that she is excited by what she is doing to her breasts and is taking narcissistic pleasure in the changes which it has wrought in the image reflected by her mirror. Her aereolae have blossomed into dark red flowers out of which her rampant nipples poke like stamen. Of its own accord, her tummy has flattened, and the tension in its muscles is visible in a shallow crease which runs in a line from her navel down toward her crotch. All in all, she seems to be pleased by the effect, although I sense that she would prefer to have had it produced by hands other than her own."
I liked imagining the scene which she described and attempted to enhance our mutual pleasure in it by focusing her attention on her body and its response to her manipulation of her breasts.
"I am happy to learn that you are pleased by the distraction which I have given you from your sore groin and legs. The female body is a marvel, and it a shame not to fully develop its potential. Were you a nursing mother, the sort of stimulation which you are giving your breasts would be a prelude to your feeding your child. Even though they are not about to produce milk, your breasts and body are responding as if you were. You should begin experiencing a mild tingling sensation, one which emanates from your breasts but courses throughout your torso and seems to travel along nerves connecting your nipples to your uterus. In the hope that it will heighten your excitement about these sensations, I will now give you the rest of today's homework assignment. Tomorrow, you are to buy a pair of nipple shields. The sort which I have in mind are circular disks, made of a flexible plastic material, with a hole at their centers. After teasing your nipples so that they are fully erect, you push your nipples through these holes. The sides of the holes are designed so that the nipple slips through easily but is trapped when it has. Once your nipples are trapped, they will hold the shields in place and the flange around the holes will flatten against your aereolae so that it will be invisible under your clothes. You should be able to find this sort of nipple shield at most large pharmacies, and you should choose a pharmacy which has a bathroom where you can install them before going to work. Except for the shields on your nipples, I want you to spend the day with your breasts bare under a blouse or sweater. I realize that this will compromise your modesty and cause you some embarrassment. However, I think that you will find that the pleasure it gives you is ample reward, and I know that I will enjoy imagining the delicate patterns which your nipples are tracing as you move."
Five minutes past before another word was exchanged. With some concern, I broke the silence by asking Mei-Lien whether she had had enough and wanted to release her nipples. Her response took me by surprise.
"I will continue squeezing my nipples until we hang up. As you predicted, my whole body is involved in this experience, and the signals which it is transmitting are delicious. You might accuse me of masturbating while on the phone, and I suppose that, in a sense, I am. However, aside from the immediate sexual gratification which it is bringing me, there is another reason for my continuing. If I am going to have the courage to carry out the assignment which you have given me, then I will need to remember why I am subjecting myself to your will. Thus, I am training my breasts and nipples to accept whatever is done to them and learn to appreciate why it is being done."
It was approaching ten o'clock when I decided that to Mei-Lien's breasts had learned the lesson we were teaching them and that it was time to hang up. With mild annoyance, she complained that it was cruel of me to leave her in a state of unrelieved frustration. Then, with a note of resignation in her voice, just before hanging up, she said