Amanda has a body of which any woman would be proud. Her compact, five and a half foot frame is an intriguing study in contrast: simultaneously athletically powerful and succulently feminine. Her body has the sculpted definition of someone who has exercised regularly, but, though visible, her musculature lies under a layer of padding whose texture only a woman's hormones can produce. Her breasts are firm and set high on her chest, but they possess the generous contours which come with maturity and make them far more aesthetically pleasing than the relatively shapeless mounds of a adolescent. Indeed, every portion of her anatomy displays a delectable mix of strength and softness in a combination which most women seek but few achieve.
Like many women whose bodies are the object of admiration, Amanda enjoys the attention which hers attracts. In fact, she the gratification which she derives from the admiration of her body is often as great or greater than that she which finds in conventional sexual activity. The form of admiration from which she gets the most pleasure is that which comes, however begrudgingly, from other women. I suspect that the reason for this is that the admiration of other women is tinged with envy and that their envy appeals to some sadistic streak in Amanda's personality. For whatever the reason, I have often seen Amanda purposefully flaunt her attributes in the presence of her less fortunate members of her sex. She is particularly prone to take of advantage of occasions when her body is scantily clad, and her fitness club affords an ideal venue for this sort of self-indulgence. When I have accompanied Amanda to the club, I have noticed that she has been far more aware of the covert stares of the other women than she is of the blatant ones which the men direct at her, and, among the women, there is one whose gaze she goes out of her way to attract. She is a young woman of Asian extraction. Although she is herself an exquisite example of Oriental beauty, it is clear that she cannot help comparing her slightly boyish figure to Amanda's more luxurious curves, a comparison which she feels favors Amanda.
Having been present several times when she was making this comparison, I became curious and sought an opportunity to satisfy my curiosity. That opportunity came one day when she and I found ourselves waiting for the same piece of exercise equipment. At the time, Amanda was lying some distance away doing sit-ups, and both of us were watching in awe as she, seemingly without effort, raised and lowered her torso. Keeping my eyes directed toward Amanda, I commented that the club was more crowded than usual and expressed some annoyance at having to wait between machines. Somewhat embarrassed to be talking to a male stranger while wearing only a leotard, initially she only nodded her agreement. However, after a minute of silence, she mustered sufficient courage to say that she did not min waiting since it gave her the chance to watch what others were doing. Although her English was fluent, her accent and demeanor left no doubt about her origins: her mother tongue and her up-bring were unmistakably Japanese. In the hope that it would afford me the opportunity to continue our conversation, when our apparatus became available, I urged her to go ahead of me. Seeing that she was having no trouble performing the required exercise, I tried again to draw her out by asking what and whom she most enjoyed watching. To my surprise, this time her response was immediate and graphic.
"I like best to watch that woman over there who is doing sit-ups. I come from Japan, and when I still lived there I used to take lessons in the Japanese art of shibari. In case you do not already know, shibari is the art of tying the female body in various ways for the purpose of displaying it in an aesthetically pleasing manner. At the same time, when done correctly, the bindings are strategically placed so that the knots press against erogenous zones, giving the bound woman pleasure not only from the knowledge that her body is being beautifully presented but also from the incessant stimulation of some of the more sexually arousing portions of her anatomy. The reason why I am telling you all this is that I enjoy thinking about binding that woman. Her body is ideally suited for shibari, and I can tell that she likes putting her body on display. Thus, I believe that I could give her and myself enormous pleasure by introducing her to the joys of displaying it while bound."
Taken aback by her frankness, I struggled to not allow my surprise prevent me from acting on the implications implicit in her revelation. She wanted access to Amanda's body, and, having heard what she intended to do if she obtained it, I was most interested in having her succeed. After explaining that I was an intimate friend of the woman in question, I suggested that she accompany me over to the mat where Amanda was resting after completing her sit-ups. Acknowledging but confused by our presence, Amanda turned to me for an explanation. Confounded myself by the awkward situation which I had created, I was relieved that my companion did not share my inability to cope and rescued me from my embarrassment.
"My name is Yoko, and, as I told your friend, I have been admiring your body for a long time. You are undoubtedly aware of your physical attributes, but I have been wondering whether you would be interested in having those attributes highlighted by techniques with which you are unfamiliar. To be precise, I have been trained in the art of shibari, and I would like to practice that art on your body. I have given your friend a brief account of what shibari is, and you can learn more details by searching the internet. Before agreeing to my proposal, I want you to know enough to make an informed decision. Shibari is not for everyone, but for those who accept its demands, it can be a wonderful and profound experience. I will leave my telephone number for you at the front desk, and you should call me if you decide that you would like to try the experience which I can offer you."
Having said her piece, Yoko departed, leaving Amanda and me in a dumbfounded state of shock. Both of us are open minded and accustomed to frank talk about our bodies and sex. However, neither of us was prepared to ever receive such an unveiled invitation to indulge our sexual fantasies, especially not from someone whose face and figure could be mistaken for those of a child. I was not at all sure how Amanda would react to Yoko's proposal. My own reaction was one of enthusiasm. I had often thought that I would enjoy watching while Amanda's body was being controlled by another woman. The scene which I liked to imagine would be one in which Amanda would be suspended in a state of pure sexual excitement from which she could expect no relief, at least not relief via any of the means to which she is accustomed. My thinking was that another woman would be more likely to induce such a state than I, or any other man. No man knows the female anatomy as well as a woman does, and, when dealing with that anatomy, his own gratification is paramount in every man's mind. Thus, another woman would work with a combination of knowledge and disinterest which a man could not. Added to that, Yoko seemed to be ideally qualified for the job. As she had made clear, she was fascinated by Amanda's body and its possibilities. In addition, she had special training which had taught her how to enhance Amanda's experience with techniques of which most other women would be ignorant.
