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As Carrie learned when she tried to get up the next morning, Julie's
prediction about the state of her tummy was more than accurate. Every
muscle in her abdomen was so sore that she suffered each time that she
moved. No previous muscular exhaustion approached what her stomach was
experiencing. Never had she realized how essential a role abdominal
muscles play.
Thus, much as she tried to avoid using them, every move sent a spike a
pain through her belly. As she discovered when she at last made her way to
the bathroom, she could not even relieve her bladder without using her
stomach muscles, and moving her bowels was still worse. Nonetheless,
having survived Julie's initial training lesson, Carrie was determined to
complete the course. Knowing now how Julie wanted her attired, Carrie wore
bikini panties when she returned for her remaining training sessions at
Julie's apartment.
As Julie had promised, these were less grueling than the first one had
been. Stripped to her bra and panties, Carrie lay on Julie's coffee table
performing under Julie's watchful eye. For the most part, the exercises
Julie prescribed were conventional. After starting with standard sit-ups
for a couple of minutes, Julie made Carrie spend the rest of the ten
minutes balanced on her buttocks with her shoulders and legs off the
table, and, as long as Carrie kept her shoulders and arms raised, she gave
Carrie freedom to adjust her position any way that she wished.
Although there was no position in which Carrie could reduce the strain on
her abdominal muscles, this freedom did afford her some relief and made it
possible for her to endure the burning pain in her lower belly. As the
week progressed, Carrie reluctance to subject her tummy to further
punishment increased but was assuaged by her fierce desire to collect her
reward.
A Weekend at Julie's: Assuming that her need for clothing would be
minimal, in preparation for her weekend at Julie's Carrie put only a skirt
and sweater along with her toilet articles into a small suitcase. She then
pampered her tired body in a scented, warm bubble bath, taking particular
care to remove all unsightly hair from her underarms and legs.
While she was soaking beneath the bubbles, she let her mind drift. Not
surprisingly, her thoughts centered on anticipation of what experiences
awaited her body. She now knew enough about Julie's methods to be certain
that both her body and her mind would be taxed. Normally, this certainty
might have diminished her enthusiasm, but her trust of Julie had grown so
strong that her fear now seemed to act as an aphrodisiac which only
increased her excitement.
Rising from her bath, she carefully dried, and, standing in front of her
bathroom mirror, covered her warm, pink flesh with a thin layer of powder.
Before leaving the mirror, she spent a long time brushing her hair before
gathering into a ponytail. Finally, she went into her bedroom, where she
chose a simple cotton dress and sandals to cloth her otherwise naked body.
Clothed and packed for the weekend, Carrie put on a coat, left her
apartment, and headed out for her weekend at Julie's.
When Carrie arrived at Julie's apartment, she was a little flustered. What
were the rules of etiquette governing appropriate behavior in such a
situation? She had come as a weekend guest, but Emily Post had not
anticipated a weekend visit of the sort on which she was embarking. Thus,
Carrie was grateful that Julie seemed to know exactly how to proceed.
After helping her remove her coat, Julie complimented Carrie on her attire
and led her into the living room, where she sat herself on the couch and
invited Carrie to join her by patting the place next to her. When Carrie
was seated at her side, Julie explained that the whole weekend lay before
them and that there was no need to rush. On the contrary, her intention
was to move at a pace which would enable Carrie to fully appreciate every
nuance of what was being done to her body.
As if to emphasize her point, Julie said that, for moment, the only
articles of clothing which she wanted Carrie to remove were her sandals.
When Carrie had done so, Julie told her to re-seat herself so that she was
sitting on her haunches, with her legs bent and splayed on either side.
Carrie was sufficiently flexible to assume this position with no
difficulty, and, because of the cushioning provided by the couch, her only
problem in maintaining it came from the demands it made on her sore
abdominal muscles. Shifting her own position to give her greater access to
Carrie's body, Julie ran her hand over Carrie's front, molding her dress
to her torso and enjoying the firm contours beneath.
When her hand reached the hem of Carrie's dress, it burrowed under the
folds and followed Carrie's thigh up to her vulva. As her hand was
reaching its destination, Julie told Carrie that she was to flatten her
tummy and remain absolutely still. Then, using only one finger, Julie
began to stroke the narrow crease between Carrie's labia. It did not take
long before Carrie's breathing became a sequence of gasps.
As soon as this happened, Julie, speaking in a quiet but seductive voice,
said, "What I am doing is bringing you into blossom. That is, as I
continue, the petals of your vulva will open and spread, and, when this
happens, my finger will glide over the nectar coated surface which hides
below. During the weekend, you will be brought into blossom frequently.
Between blossomings, your secretions will seal your labia shut, and so,
depending on your state of arousal when I begin, the procedure may take
quite a while. However, I am sure that, like a flower, your vulva will
enjoy having its petals opened as much as I will enjoy opening them."
By the time that Julie finished talking, it had become impossible for
Carrie to remain still. At first she was able to satisfy her need to move
by throwing her head back and twisting it from side to side. However, as
her labia opened and Julie's finger ran along the silky surfaces at the
entrance to her vagina, Carrie's lower body began to respond on its own.
Initially, its response was limited to her pelvic region, which spread and
thrust forward in an obvious attempt to give Julie greater access to her
target. However, the trusting of her pelvis soon led to the involvement of
her entire lower body, which began undulating in a series of bumps and
grinds which would have made a belly dancer blush. When this occurred,
Julie expressed her displeasure, "Carrie, if your body is going to get the
full benefit of my efforts, you must discipline it to follow my
instructions. At the moment, your body is to be receptive but otherwise
passive. In order to help you remember, I want you to hold up the hem of
your dress so that your tummy is bare and available for punishment should
your attention lapse."
Julie's words cut through the dreamy, erotic haze which had enveloped
Carrie's mind, and, without hesitation she straightened her back and
reached down to pull up her dress until it was bunched just beneath her
breasts. Now that her belly was bare, Julie could monitor its shape much
more closely, and each time that Carrie allowed her tummy to assume a more
relaxed curve, Julie would poke it until she to flattened it again.
Sometimes her poke was administered with a finger or thumb, but when Julie
decided that a more penetrating method was required she would close her
hand into a fist which she would press deep into the center of Carrie's
already tender abdomen.
Throughout, Julie's insidious caress of Carrie vulva's continued, and at
the end of ten minutes Carrie began to understand and appreciate the
meaning of Julie's words. Namely, it became easy for her to imagine her
body had become a flower which must rely on a bee to open its petals and
extract its nectar. Frustrating as Julie's teasing was, Carrie was
resigned to the passive role which she had been assigned and learned that
there was enormous satisfaction in allowing another person to exercise
control over ones most intimate sexual functions. Thus, when the finger
was withdrawn from her labia, rather than feeling relief, she was
overwhelmed by a sense of deprivation.
However, Julie quickly distracted her by announcing that, although she
would not be brought back into blossom for a while, her vagina was to have
visitors. Reaching over to a small table next to her, Julie held up a pair
of solid looking metallic balls attached together by a string and told
Carrie that she was going to insert these balls into her vagina and have
her hold them there for the rest of the day. Although Carrie knew that
they existed, she had never imagined having a pair of ben-wa balls inside
her, much less kept there for several hours. Nonetheless, with Julie's
guidance, she rearranged her body to receive the balls.
First Julie had her turn around, so that Carrie's head hung off the front
of the couch, her back lay on a seat cushion, and her legs bent over its
back. Then, grabbing her by the ankles, Julie hoisted her up until her
back lay against the back of the couch, her shoulders bore most of her
weight, and her legs were left bicycling in the air. Finally, pushing on
the backs of her calves, Julie curled Carrie into an upside down squat,
with her buttock the highest point on her body.
Julie then went to the front of the couch and spread Carrie legs a little
to completely expose her vulva. Holding it with her fingertips, she
pressed the first ball against the entrance of Carrie's vagina until it
disappeared into Carrie's interior. Running her hands along the smooth
flesh of Carrie's upper thighs and buttock, Julie coaxed Carrie to absorb
the ball deeper into her body. Because of her inverted position, Carrie
had gravity on her side, and that, combined with the copious secretions
which her "blossoming" had produced, enabled her to draw the ball down all
the way to her cervix. Giving Carrie a little time to adjust to the
presence of the first ball, Julie introduced the second ball and had
Carrie work her vaginal muscles to bring it into contact with the first
ball.
With the two balls embedded in her vagina, Carrie initially felt a
pleasurable sensation of fullness similar to that she had experienced
during intercourse. On the other hand, this was quite different. During
intercourse, her body instinctively knew what to do, and her hips and
pelvis responded accordingly. But what was expected of it now was not
clear. Fortunately, Julie once again seemed to have no doubts.
Peering down between Carrie's thighs to look into her upturned face, Julie
told Carrie that she was to simply stay as she was, enjoying the weight of
the balls in vagina, until her secretions dried sufficiently to seal her
labia closed so that when she rose the balls would be securely encased
inside. She then tidied up in the area of Carrie's crotch, with particular
attention to the pubic hair, which she pushed to either side so that it
would not interfere with the sealing process. Julie then went into her
bathroom and returned with a portable hair dryer which, after turning it
on and adjusting it to its lowest heat setting, she directed at Carrie's
gaping labia.
Julie paid close attention to her task. Because of Carrie's aroused state,
it took quite a while for the dryer to have its desired effect. However,
Julie was patient, and, when she saw Carrie's secretions at last start to
congeal, she used her fingers to monitor Carrie's sealing. Working like a
fine pastry chef, she made sure that the initial sealing took place at the
entrance of Carrie's vagina and proceeded from there outwards.
Then, as Carrie's secretions hardened into a viscous glue, Julie, using a
thumb and index finger, pressed shut the puckered purse formed by Carrie's
outer labia, thereby guaranteeing that the gate to Carrie's vagina would
be firmly closed. Finally, when she was satisfied that Carrie was properly
sealed, she turned off the hair dryer and, using her index finger, drilled
a small hole down to Carrie's urethra so that she could relieve her
bladder without disturbing the seal.
Having completed Carrie's sealing, Julie patted Carrie on her upturned
buttock before helping her right herself into a normal sitting position
and pull the skirt of her dress back down over her legs. Then, after
smoothing the rumples out of Carrie's dress, Julie suggested that Carrie
relax for a few minutes while she prepared them some tea. During Julie's
absence, Carrie assessed her state, with particular attention to the
ben-wa balls embedded inside her. She had noticed that, in the transition
from her inverted to her upright position, the direction in which gravity
pulled the balls had reversed, so that instead of pressing against her
cervix they were now being pulled in the opposite direction.
However, other than this change and the continuous, but subtle, pressure
which they exerted against the walls of her vagina, she was somewhat
disappointed that, since their installation, the presence of the ben-wa
balls had been barely perceptible. Nonetheless, sitting, as she was, like
some utterly conventional, bourgeois lady paying an afternoon call on a
shopping companion, she could not suppress a smile each time she
acknowledged the difference between her demure appearance on Julie's couch
and the reality of her visit.
In fact, when Julie returned with their tea and asked Carrie what she had
been thinking about, Carrie revealed the source of her amusement to Julie,
who not only shared her amusement with the irony of their afternoon
tete-a-tete but decided that it would be fun to develop it further.
Namely, she proposed that, after finishing their tea, they go on a
shopping excursion together.
For Carrie the idea of going out shopping with only a cotton dress
covering her body and a pair of ben-wa balls rattling around inside was a
little daunting. Wholly aside from her relative nudity, she worried about
the possibility of the balls starting to descend and ending up dropping on
the floor between her feet.
When she told Julie her concern, Julie said that having to keep the balls
in place would be part of the fun and assured her that, even if the seal
on her labia began to break down, her vaginal muscles were up to the
challenge. To test the resilience of the seal, Julie encouraged Carrie to
go the bathroom and see that she could empty her bladder without
dislodging the balls.
As Julie predicted, when Carrie returned from the bathroom, some of her
concern had dissipated and she agreed to join Julie on a shopping
expedition, although her enthusiasm was diminished when Julie explained
the purpose of their shopping. Namely, standing behind the couch, Julie
leaned over Carrie's shoulder, opened several of the buttons on her dress,
and pulled the top of her dress aside to bare her breasts. She then
applied her fingers to the tips of Carrie's nipples until they stood out
like hard little pegs at the centers of her breasts.
After making them as hard as she could get them, Julie told Carrie that
she would make sure that her nipples remained visible while they were
shopping and announced that "the goal of our shopping trip will be the
enhancement and stimulation of your breasts. In particular, we will begin
by buying a pair of nipple shields which, after I have attached them, will
prevent your nipples from relaxing."
A Trying Shopping Trip: Still uncertain, but not knowing how to refuse,
Carrie gave her tacit agreement and headed out with Julie. As they walked
along in the early spring weather, Carrie was acutely aware of the
movement of her dress against her erect nipples and the subtle shifting of
the balls lodged deep inside her vagina. Although the prominence of her
nipples caused her some embarrassment, her real concern was about her
ability to keep the balls safely inside.
After they had gone a couple of blocks, she felt them start to drop and
told Julie that she was afraid that the carefully constructed seal was
about to be breached, with disastrous consequences. In response, Julie led
Carrie into a narrow alley between two brick buildings and had her stand
so that she could lean with her head and shoulder blades against a wall.
She then grasped Carrie's buttocks and pulled her hips forward until her
body assumed a gentle arc. Placing a hand on Carrie's belly, Julie next
instructed Carrie to draw the balls back inside herself by contracting her
inner muscles.
At first Carrie's efforts were somewhat disorganized and, if anything,
seemed to have the opposite of the desired effect. Seeing Carrie's
frustration, Julie applied pressure with her hand to guide Carrie and help
her to find the muscles which would produce the required contractions.
In addition to her hand, she quietly told Carrie, "You must learn how to
use your inner musculature so that your vagina, and even your uterus,
become organs over which you have control. There is no more reason for the
balls to drop out of your vagina than there would be for them to drop if
you were holding them in your hands. If we have to stop again, I will
punish your tummy for your lack of control." She then added, somewhat
sternly, "you can avoid punishment by keeping your inner muscles at work,
and that is what I expect you to do."
Once Carrie's crisis had passed, Julie gave her a little time to savor her
new-found powers while continuing to stroke her proffered belly and
occasionally letting her hand slip down to the region around the apex of
her pelvic bone, which was clearly delineated under the thin material of
her dress. However, as soon as she was certain that Carrie would be able
to continue their walk, Julie pulled Carrie's body flat against her own,
bestowed a warm kiss on her lips, and smoothed her disheveled hair before
leading her back to the sidewalk.
Within a block, they arrived at the drugstore at which Julie knew she
could buy the nipple shields she had promised and where she knew that
there was a bathroom in which she could attach them. After browsing
through the selection available, she chose a simple set consisting of two
circular disks made out of a pliable plastic material. Once she had paid
for them, Julie led Carrie to the bathroom where, after locking the door,
she opened Carrie dress and lowered it until the upper half was bunched
around her waist.
She then turned Carrie so that she could see herself in the mirror over
the washbasin and, standing in back of her, reached under her arms so that
she could fondle her breasts. For a few minutes, Julie teased Carrie's
nipples to bring them to maximum erection. Then, when she had them the way
she wanted, she cupped one breast in her left hand while attaching the
nipple shield with her right.
The way these shields were designed, the nipple poked through a perforated
opening in the center of the disk and was captured by a collar of flexible
plastic shards which the nipple had displaced as it passed through.
Because of its fully erect state, Julie had to coax the distended stalk
through the hole and then make sure that it was centrally seated and held
firmly in its collar, a procedure which entailed a good deal of pulling
and occasional pricking of Carrie's already excited teat.
However, when Julie had finished, Carrie understood what she had
accomplished: until it was released, her nipple would remain rigidly
erect, with the result that, even covered by her dress, it would be
prominently displayed and constantly available for further stimulation.
This latter realization was immediately confirmed when, after getting both
shields in place, Julie turned Carrie around, so that her buttock pressed
against the edge of the sink, and ran her the tip of tongue back and forth
over the tips of Carrie's trapped nipples while, simultaneously, running
her fingers along the V presented to her by Carrie's crotch.
After a couple of minutes, Julie continued to rub Carrie's crotch but
leaned back and, with a less than kind smile on her face, whispered,
"Carrie, see how your nipples have swelled and appear to be fighting their
constricting collars. The beauty of the shields is that your nipples can
only become harder, they can't, even after the stimulation stops, relax.
As you are already aware, this means that the pressure you feel on them
will be relentless and will do nothing but increase as time passes. Of
course, because there will be no relief, your frustration will grow along
with your nipples.
"On the other hand, this frustration will be partially compensated by the
effect that the excitement of your breasts will have on the rest of your
body. Specifically, as you will have already discovered, the muscles in
your lower belly and those surrounding your vagina and rectum respond to
what is happening to your breasts and will help you maintain control over
the balls which you must hold inside you. I think that you will enjoy the
consequences and know that I will enjoy watching you learn to cope with
them. However, we have already spent more than our fair share of time here
and must move on."
So saying, Julie recovered Carrie's upper body with her dress and led her
back into the store. Much to Carrie's embarrassment, as they passed the
checkout stand, the young man behind the register did nothing to hide his
appreciation of the use to which they had put their recent acquisition.
As they proceeded down the street, every male who passed turned to admire
the display to which Carrie's breasts were treating him. Indeed, as she
was all too well aware, with each step her breasts jiggled slightly and
caused her erect nipples to trace an intriguing path along the thin
material covering them. Moreover, by now her nipples were so hard that
every detail of their shape was available for inspection, particularly
when a puff of springtime breeze plastered her dress against her front.
Thus, she was greatly relieved when Julie suggested that they take some
refreshment in a dimly lit coffeehouse. Choosing a discretely hidden booth
surrounded by a panel on three sides, Julie had Carrie sit next to her on
the padded bench provided. When they were seated, Julie reached her hand
under the table and placed it on the surface of Carrie's firm belly.
Speaking in a hushed voice, she said, "I think that it time for you to
exercise your tummy. As you know, the reason why I had you work it during
the week was that I wanted to teach you about the sensual potential of a
belly whose muscles have been properly prepared. Thus, I want you to now
lift your legs and hold them straight until I give you permission to let
them down. Because it is your stomach, and not your legs, which I want to
exercise, you may, if you wish spread them to ease the strain on your
legs. However, you are to do nothing to relieve the strain on your
abdomen, whose efforts I will be monitoring with my hand."
With visible reluctance, Carrie complied. She had known that her tummy
would eventually be made the center of attention, but she somewhat
resented its being called upon under circumstances in which she saw no
possibility of being rewarded for its suffering. Nonetheless, her
confidence in Julie's judgment was now complete, and so she pushed her
back against the cushion on the panel and, with a wince, lifted her feet
off the floor and straightened her legs until they were grazing the bottom
of the table above them.
The resulting strain on Carrie's sore stomach muscles was immediate, and
the appearance of their waiter to take their order did nothing to mitigate
her distress. Sitting with Julie's hand on her trembling tummy, her
nipples poking through her dress, her legs suspended under the table, and
her eyes moist with incipient tears, she could just imagine the image that
she must be presenting. Fortunately, Julie, seemingly never at a loss,
murmured something about her companion being momentarily overcome and
ordered them a two cups of coffee. Satisfied by Julie's explanation, the
waiter departed to get their coffee.
When he had gone, Julie gently patted Carrie's tummy and attempted to
explain why it was being forced to suffer. "As you are learning, true
sensual pleasure derives from a highly complicated mixture of intense
physical and psychological stimuli. We all enjoy having our erogenous
zones caressed, but we soon learn that fondling by itself has its limits,
and we quickly become sated. In order to prolong our pleasure, we must
spice our sexual life by introducing a variety of stimuli, some of which
are explicitly erotic and others of which are more ambiguous and
occasionally painful. In both cases, it is essential to involve as much of
the body as possible.
"At the moment, I am making your stomach suffer for two reasons. One is
the pleasure it gives me to know that you are willing to subject your
entire body to my will. The other is to provide you the experience of
knowing that, for the duration of the weekend, you have relinquished
control of your body to me and that your only responsibility is to respond
to what I do to it. The response which I can feel under my hand on your
belly convinces me that your body, if not your mind, understands what I am
talking about."
In spite of her travail, Carrie was able to absorb Julie's message and
recognize the truth that it contained. In fact, at some point during its
delivery, she realized that she had transcended her physical discomfort
and was actually smiling through the tears in her eyes. Throwing her head
back so that it rested on the top of cushion behind her and spreading her
legs as wide as the table would allow, she resolved to keep her legs up
for as long as Julie demanded and that, in the meantime, she would immerse
herself in her own self immolation.
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