Not only had our shopping trip turned out to better than I had expected, the lingerie which we had bought continued to be a source of mutual pleasure and became an integral part of Mei-Lien and my games.
The next time that Mei-Lien turned up at my apartment she was wearing her corset and strap. She wore no other undergarments and had chosen a dress through which her augmented curves were displayed to their best advantage. Unquestionably, besides her desire to provide me a view of her enhanced contours, Mei-Lien derived considerable narcissistic pleasure from parading around in such an erratically beguiling fashion. Particularly interesting to me was her changed attitude toward her body. It was her dissatisfaction with her figure which had been the reason for her enlisting my help in altering her shape, and it was her succulent roundness which had distressed most her. However, she had come to realize that, properly controlled and garbed, that succulence could be transformed from a liability into an asset. She now flaunted rather than concealed her protruding tummy and behind which were forced into prominence by the corset binding her waist and the strap clenched between the cheeks of her buttock.
The sight of Mei-Lien's body presented for my delectation excited me. But, even more exciting to me was my recognition of the mental and physical toll she was paying to make her body attractive to me. The corset nipped several inches off her waist and forced her to monitor every breath that she drew. At the same time, the strap bisecting her buttock applied constant pressure not only to her anus but also to the sensitive channel it exposed as it passed between and spread her labia. What particularly interested me was the realization that Mei-Lien did more than accept the uncomfortable consequences of wearing her new undergarments, she actually embraced them. She had fastened the corset as tightly as she could draw it, and the way that her lower body twitched made me suspect that she had attached to the strap one or more of the several devises designed to produce a confusing combination of sexual stimulation and discomfort.
As if to purposefully increase the humiliation which she was experiencing, shortly after her arrival Mei-Lien removed her dress and assumed a pose which focused attention on the alterations in her shape wrought by the corset and strap. Kneeling on the living room carpet, she leaned back until she could grasp her ankles. In this position, her belly was thrust forward so that it was forced to bulge around the strap which ran down the shallow groove that her abdominal exercises had made increasingly well-defined. As her body relaxed, she spread her legs further apart,thereby revealing her vulva and the folds of her labia, which were spread and prevented from closing by the flared portion of the strap running between them. When her crotch came into view, it was clear that, hidden beneath the strap at the apex of her vulva, was buried one of the toys meant to keep her sexually aroused. Even though it was hidden, I could tell it was designed to apply pressure to the pouch in which her clitoris resides and to coax her clitoris out of its nest so that its tip would rub against the rough leather surface of the strap. I could well imagine that the resulting stimulation was akin to that which I experience when the tip of my erect penis encounters a prickly object, and so I could fully appreciate the mixture of pleasure and anguish which she must have been enduring.
Sitting by her side, I traced my fingers over the hills and valleys drawn into relief by Mei-Lien's pose. With one hand I molded her breasts, which were the only portion of her front not under the discipline of either the corset or strap. With my other hand, I caressed and probed the firm, rounded contours of her belly, savouring the texture of her skin stretched over her swelling abdomen and enjoying the contrast between the softness of its surface and the tautness of the muscles beneath. When I had thoroughly explored this terrain, I let my hand drift down to her crotch, where I explored the channel held open by the strap. The irony of her plight was lost on neither one of us. On the one hand, the strap forced her most intimate sexual apparatus into stark, almost lurid, prominence. On the other hand, it acted as a chastity belt, preventing access to the very region to which it was drawing attention. I could run my fingers along the inner surface of her spread labia, but I could not delve into the depths which normally their spreading would have laid bare. Even so, I soon learned that I could monitor what was transpiring beneath the strap. By placing the pads of my fingers on the spot under which her clitoris lay, I was able to feel her clitoris respond to the tweaking it was receiving and was fascinated by the similarity of that response to what I knew would have been that of my penis under similar circumstances. Each time its tip rasped the suede roof holding it captive, I could see Mei-Lien's groin clench the same way that a man's does when he instinctively thrusts his penis deeper into the source of its stimulation. In Mei-Lien's case, the result was an instant of excruciatingly intense sensation followed by a protracted period of frustration during which she futilely attempted to shield her clitoris from further abuse. By pressing my fingers against the strap, I was able to modulate the intensity and frequency of her clitoris's encounters with its tormentor.