Amanda Visits a Masseuse Ch. 02

When she did, she communicated her relief by lifting her head and, smiling at the anxiety written on my face, told me that I had no need to be concerned, saying "My bottom has always been too large and now its being forced to pay a price for its size. If Yoko keeps working it for long enough, it's going to be as flat as a pancake."

Rocking back and forth, Yoko continued for about ten minutes, occasionally moving her feet to the soft flesh at the top of Amanda's thighs and once briefly delving with her toes into the moist warmth of her crotch. When she decided that Amanda's rear had had enough, she asked "Amanda, before I turn you over, I am wondering whether you would give me permission to do something which I seldom do to my non-Asian clients. Namely, as you probably know, Asian aesthetics are somewhat different from yours. In particular, breasts like yours are considered too large, and if an Asian girl's breasts are as large as yours, they are bound to make them look smaller. Having had their breasts bound when they were young, many of my Asian clients enjoy having me compress their breasts for them. The way I do so is to stand on their shoulder blades while they are lying as you are now. My breasts are too small to have been ever bound, but my clients tell me that they get great pleasure from compression of their breasts in this way. If you would like to give your breasts this experience, raise your chest high enough for your husband to make sure that you will be lying with their undersides pressed against the mat and the bulk of their mass directly under you."

Lulled into a compliant state as she was, Amanda hesitated only a moment before signaling her assent by lifting her shoulders off the mat and holding herself on her elbows while I reached beneath her to arrange her breasts in the way Yoko had prescribed and kept them in place by holding onto her nipples when she lay back down. Rather than bulging from her sides, Amanda's breasts were trapped between her body and the mat and were forced to act as a cushion for her upper chest.

As soon as Amanda lowered her body, Yoko took a couple of steps forward, balancing herself by sliding the bar along its track, and gingerly placed her feet squarely on Amanda's shoulder blades while supporting the majority of her weight from the bar. Then, with great care, she increased the weight being born by Amanda's breasts until they were bunched into a fleshy necklace around the rim of her collarbone. By rocking back and forth, Yoko pumped Amanda's breasts, crushing them into the mat when she increased the weight on her toes and allowing them to swell when she shifted her weight back onto her heels. Each time the Yoko forced her breasts to flatten, Amanda released a plaintiff grunt.

Nonetheless, she resisted the temptation to protect her breasts, and, when Yoko asked how they felt, she admitted "I never realized how malleable my breasts are. Even though there is no way for them to escape the pressure you are putting on them, they are able to accommodate your weight. This is the way that women must have felt in the old days when they wore corsets which enhanced their cleavage by pushing up on their breasts."

After pumping Amanda's breasts for several minutes, Yoko moved her feet further forward until her toes curled over Amanda's shoulders and slowly applied increasing pressure, forcing Amanda's breasts even flatter. "Now that you have learned what it is like to have your breasts bound, imagine having to wear a band around them under your clothes. In traditional Japan, you would be trained to ignore your discomfort and give no indication of the sacrifice you were making to achieve the desired diminution of your bust. You should be glad that you live in a society which appreciates the bounty of your natural assets."

Not wanting to try Amanda's endurance too long, Yoko stayed on Amanda's shoulders for less than five minutes before first putting her feet back on the table and then jumping down to the floor. Exhausted, Amanda did not move while Yoko went to fetch a towel and a bottle of oil. Returning to Amanda's side, Yoko poured a generous puddle of oil into the hollow along Amanda's spine, spread it with her hands, and vigorously rubbed it into the receptive flesh on which she had been standing. When the oil had been completely absorbed into the smooth skin covering Amanda's back, buttock, and shoulders, Yoko gave Amanda's succulent rear a friendly swat and told her to sit up. Amanda's rise from the mat was accompanied by a distinct ripping sound as she broke the moist seal which had formed beneath her and was gluing her to the mat. Moreover, once she had succeeded in disengaging herself and was seated on the table, she was confronted by further evidence of the imposition which her time under Yoko's feet had made on the front of her body. Not only was there a mottled pattern imprinted on her normally unblemished flesh, her usually pale breasts were a lived pink and the disks of her aereolae were visibly larger.

Amused by Amanda's look of distress, Yoko, in a mischievous tone, told her "Amanda, the discoloration of your skin is temporary. Indeed, I promise you that your peaches and cream complexion will be restored during the next stage of your massage, and, in the meantime I will hide your blemishes under a coat of powder."

Yoko then left us alone long enough to gather the equipment she would be using. In her brief absence, I made sure that Amanda still wanted to proceed. To my inquiry she replied "Oh yes, I certainly do. You heard her say that my tummy was to be the center of attention, and, even though I am a little afraid to find out what she meant, I have no intention of leaving before I found out."

Yoko returned carrying a can of talcum powder in her hand and a wide, elasticized band draped over her forearm. Placing the band on the table beside Amanda, she sprinkled powder all over Amanda's front, spreading it with her hands from Amanda's throat to the junction of her thighs and, after pushing Amanda's legs apart, into the region around her vulva. The powder did indeed mask the marks on Amanda's body and left a pleasing dusty residue on her skin. When Yoko put the powder away, she asked Amanda to stand up on the table, had me climb up to stand next to her, and then, with the band in hand, joined us herself. "Amanda, I want you to grasp the bar above your hand. When you have a secure grip on it, I will raise it until you are standing on your toes and your body is stretched taut. While you are fully stretched, your husband and I are going to wrap this band around the upper portion of your torso. The whole process should take only a minute or so, but, as you will find out when you release the bar, your waist will be severely compressed but the prominence your lower belly, and especially the rounded bulge below your navel, will be greatly increased."

After Amanda had a firm grip on the bar, Yoko pulled on a rope with which, because the

mechanical advantage afforded her by a pulley device, she was able to literally lift Amanda into the desired position. Hanging stretched between us, with her rib cage and pelvic bones clearly delineated, Amanda could have been the model for a Bosch painting of a soul damned to purgatory. Thus, Yoko and I waisted no time. Handing me one edge, Yoko asked me to hold it against the line of Amanda's spine while she exerted all her strength to stretch the rest of it around Amanda's suspended body, securing it there by joining the velcro strip at her edge to the one at mine. Working swiftly, Yoko adjusted the band so that it covered the area bounded above by Amanda's breasts and below by her newly narrowed waist. Satisfied that it was properly placed, Yoko hugged Amanda around the hips, lowered the bar, and helped her get her feet firmly planted back on the table.

Just as Yoko had predicted, Amanda's girdling had produced dramatic changes. What I found most striking was the stark contrast between her severely restricted waist and the soft curve of her unencumbered tummy, which seemed to have grown to compensate for the reduction which had been imposed on the region above it. From a purely aesthetic standpoint, I cannot say that the alteration in Amanda's figure represented an improvement. On the contrary, her usually pleasing shape had been distorted into something of a parody of its former self: her wasp-waist looked contrived and her tummy protruded. Nonetheless, from an erotic standpoint, her transformation was a total success. Her face and body had the irresistibly vulnerable look of a medieval statue, one portraying the peaceful resignation of the Virgin to her fate. Indeed, even as she struggled to adjust to the band impeding her breathing, she had a beatific smile on her face and her body assumed a relaxed pose in which its new contours were displayed to their best advantage.

Running her hands over Amanda's distended belly, Yoko invited me to feel how firm and round it had become. When I did so, I was surprised to find that its roundness belied the demands being made on Amanda's abdominal muscles. Just under their soft cover, those muscles were hard as rock. Tracing with my fingers from Amanda's navel to her mons, I realized that the exaggerated curve of her tummy was far from passive and its maintenance imposed an enormous tax on her abdomen.

Seeing my surprise, Amanda smiled and said "Yes, my corset prevents my stomach muscles, particularly those in my lower belly, from relaxing. They're going to be very sore by the time this is over, but, in the meantime, it is very exciting to know they are no longer under my control and that they will have to continue working until Yoko gives them permission."

Pleased by Amanda's response, Yoko said that it was time to begin and asked me to return to the floor. As soon as I did, Yoko helped Amanda to lie down with her back flat on the mat. In that position, the shape of Amanda's tummy was even more pronounced, having eclipsed her breasts and become the most prominent feature on her recumbent body.

Standing with a foot on either side of Amanda's waist, Yoko retrieved the bar and lowered it to its original height. Then, taking the bar in her hands, she placed one foot at the highest point on Amanda's belly and slowly lifted the second foot so that her was standing on top of the little mountain which she had prepared with such care. Having put at least half her weight on the bar, Yoko was exerting far less pressure than she might. Be that as it may, it was obvious from the pained expression on Amanda's face that her stomach was suffering.

Noting Amanda's distress, Yoko said "For the next ten minutes I am going to use my feet to massage your belly. To do so properly, in a way that causes no harm, I will have to employ all my skills. During their massage, your abdominal muscles will complain, and you may sometimes doubt that they are capable of satisfying the demands being made upon them. Nonetheless, I assure you that they can and will make certain that they do. When I stop, you will experience a wonderful sense of relief accompanied by a sense of pride in your accomplishment, an accomplishment which you won't fully appreciate until I reward you for it. For now, simply keep your mind on your belly and what is being done to it."

As Amanda told me later, Yoko's words both scared and excited her. Her fear came from her concern that she would fail to meet Yoko's expectations, and her excitement came from her realization that she had no choice. As the minutes ticked by, my admiration for both women increased. Yoko exhibited amazing control over her lithe body as she carefully moved her feet over Amanda's stomach. At no time did she put her full weight on Amanda, but she modulated the pressure she applied with diabolical cunning, never giving Amanda a chance to relax and keeping her on the brink of collapse. For her part, Amanda's stoicism bordered on the incredible. Occasionally, she simply closed her eyes and twisted her head back and forth. However, she was too fascinated to keep them shut for long, and most of the time she kept them wide open, staring in disbelief at her persecuted tummy and its ability to endure that persecution.

With just a couple of minutes left, Yoko stopped moving and placed her feet together, centered on the bulge which she so much admired, and staring down into Amanda's eyes said "There is just over a minute to go before I give your tummy the respite it craves. During that minute, I want you to see if you can raise and lower me with your abdominal muscles."

Calling on strength and resolve which I had not known she possessed, Amanda bore down and slowly raised Yoko an inch or so before, equally slowly, lowering her. Her voice filled with admiration, Yoko said, "That was wonderful. I could feel your muscles massaging the bottoms of my feet as your stomach swelled and contracted. See if you can do it again." Clearly exhausted but also elated by Yoko's admiration, Amanda once again mobilized the trembling muscles in her abdomen and repeated her Herculean task.

As soon as Amanda had completed her assignment, Yoko stepped off her belly and hopped off the table. Back on the ground, she immediately grabbed a towel and began wiping the sweat produced by Amanda's heroic efforts. By the time that Yoko had dried her off, Amanda had recovered sufficiently to ask "You mentioned a reward for my efforts. Please understand that I am not sorry to have had you make my stomach work in the way that you have, but, so far, my pleasure has been much more psychological than physical. Allowing you to control my body gives me an intense, somewhat masochistic, thrill which I never experienced before coming to you. On the other hand, although what you have been doing today stimulates my sexual imagination, it has not provided the physical pleasure which you gave me last time. Is that physical pleasure to be my reward?"

Yoko answered, "Amanda, you are a courageous woman and you have earned my greatest respect. Yes, I would very much like to give you physical pleasure now. In fact, if you and your husband agree, during this final part of your massage today, I would like to reward you by bringing you to orgasm. I have not finished yet with your tummy, but what I want to do with it next can be highly erotic, especially when done while you are balanced on the brink of sexual gratification and preparing your body for orgasm. However, many women have a strong aversion to the idea of another woman bringing them to orgasm, especially when it is done overtly and in the presence of a man whom they love. I am not a Lesbian, but I greatly enjoy helping women achieve their full sexual potential. Nonetheless, I do not want to offend either you or your husband by taking too many liberties without your explicit consent. Your behavior last time indicated to me that, even if you have never done so before, you might be open to exploring what another woman can offer you sexually. I will not be hurt if you say that I am wrong, but am I correct?"

Although both Amanda and I were stunned by the frankness of Yoko's statement, I think that my shock was greater than hers. After all, since our arrival, she had been continuously in thrall to Yoko, and so being brought to orgasm by her seemed like a natural extension of the control this woman had been exercising over her. I,in my role of witness to the proceedings, was far less well prepared. Thus, I was grateful to Yoko for politely excusing herself so that Amanda and I could talk in private.

Feeling that I was the injured party, I was the first to speak. "Amanda, don't you understand the difference between what she is proposing and everything else that she has done? Last time I was reconciled to her sticking that bulb up your ass only because she restricted it to being a prelude to your and my sexual activity. That's entirely different from her being the one who satisfies your sexual hunger."

Amanda listened to me with sympathy but was not persuaded by my argument. Choosing her words with care, she responded "You still do not understand that sex is a completely normal and healthy activity. It has a particularly important role in the relationship between husbands and wives, providing them with a pleasurable means to express their love for one another. But there are many ways in which we manifest our love for one another. For example, I enjoy preparing nice meals for you and you enjoy eating them. I also enjoy cooking for other people, not as an expression of love, but because it gives both me and them pleasure. Similarly, if I allow Yoko to bring me to orgasm, it will not reflect one way or another on my love for you. It will be an entirely physical act, devoid of emotional implications."

Thinking about what she had just said, she then added "Of course, that is an overstatement. I did not mean sound blase about sex by putting it on an equal footing with food. Instead, what I meant is that my receiving sexual gratification from Yoko should pose no danger to your and my relationship because quite the opposite is the case. Instead, by allowing Yoko to bring me to orgasm will demonstrate to me that sex is not the foundation on which our love is built but only an important part of it. What intrigues and frightens me about her doing so is quite different. Namely, female orgasm entails total surrender, and the idea of making that surrender to someone whom I neither love nor loves me is daunting. If I do, it will be and act of pure carnality, one of which I am both curious and scared to learn whether I am capable."

Once again I was disarmed by the depth and sincerity of Amanda's thinking, and so, in spite of my reservations, I told her that I would raise no objections. When Yoko returned, she brought with her a rolling a trolley bearing several pieces of equipment, the largest of which was a bowling ball. After bringing the trolley to the side of the table on which Amanda lay, she asked whether we had reached a decision. With some

embarrassment, Amanda and I told her that we had agreed to grant her the permission which she had sought. Clearly pleased by the confidence in her that our permission represented but understanding the awkwardness of the situation, Yoko only responded with a nod before getting down to business.

With one hand gently rubbing Amanda's belly and the other next to her head, Yoko outlined her plan. "I know how hard these muscles have worked already and realize that even now they cannot relax entirely. Thus, what I am going to do to you now will be far easier on them than what they have just endured. Instead of making you test their strength again, I am going to require you to exercise very precise control over them, the same sort of subtle control which I had you practice during your yoga exercises. Before beginning, I am going to attach to you a little device which will enhance your awareness of the region in question."

Yoko then took from her trolley a narrow plastic belt in the middle of which was mounted a plug. Slipping one end through the gap between Amanda's back and the mat, she positioned the plug directly over Amanda's belly button, pressed down so that it nearly disappeared into Amanda's navel, and then secured it by pulling the free end through a small lock buckle.

Returning to Amanda's head, Yoko said "I think that you will learn to love this little toy and will give it to you as a souvenir to take home with you. It's function is to keep you acutely aware of the your navel and its environs, and, as you are about to find out, it's effectiveness is greatly increased by having something pressed against it. For example, some evening when you are going out, you might enjoy wearing this belt discreetly under your blouse and, from time to time, having your husband press on it hard enough to send tingling sensations radiating throughout your lower body. However, because I will occupied elsewhere, I am going to use this bowling ball to exert the pressure which I want to have maintained on your navel, and you are going to be the one responsible for keeping it there. For this reason, I want you to bend your legs and bring your heels as close to your buttock as you comfortably can." When Amanda had complied, Yoko continued "Good. That deepens the hollow at your waist and creates a little crater for the ball to sit in. Tell me how it feels when I have put it there."