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Barbara
I was chatting in a contortion chat room discussing the wonders of contortion with
four other chatters. I noticed a person also in the chat room was not participating and had
not since I logged in.
During a lull in the discussion, I sent a private message to this person introducing
myself and asking why he/she was not participating in the chat. “I’m too embarrassed” a
message was fired back. I asked if they were male or female. “Female” the message
came back. I asked her name. “Barbara”. I told Barbara there was no reason to be
embarrassed about openly talking about contortion. She said she thought there was
nothing wrong with talking about it, but she was looking for information. I told her
perhaps I could help if she had questions. She said she has hundreds of questions but did
not know where to begin. From then on, all our messages were private. I told Barbara
she could ask me any question she wanted to. She should not be embarrassed. If she was
interested in contortion, that was all that is important.
I told her to tell me about herself so I could develop a mental image of whom I
was chatting with. She told me she was 26 years old, single, but living with her
boyfriend. He was part of her problem but first she wanted to talk about her younger
sister. I told her to go on.
Barbara told me her sister Carmen was a senior in high school. They were both
extremely limber, getting their natural ability from their mother. The reason she was in
the chat room is that she was concerned that Carmen would fall into the same trap she
had fallen into because of her flexibility. She and Carmen are very close but have great
personality differences. Barbara is shy and tends to keep to herself, while Carmen is
outgoing always looking for a thrill. I suspected where the conversation was going.
This overall discussion went on for over a year. We would chat for a couple of
hours each time three or four days a week. Understandably, she was hesitant to open up
so I would ask probing questions slowly extract information from her. I wanted to know
about her upbringing, her boyfriend, her sister and generally, how Barbara felt about life
and men in general.
The Parents
Barbara’s mother was also flexible. She did some gymnastics in high school, but
quit when the boys only wanted her because she was so limber. Whenever, Barbara or
her sister would do contortions around the house, their mother would scold them. “Please
do not do those things. It is not lady like,” she would tell them. Her father was a hard
working man devoted to his wife and two daughters. He too felt contortion was unladylike and would tell his girls so whenever he saw them doing it.
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Barbara’s sister would catch most of the ire from the parents. She was young and
searching for herself. The sisters would talk quietly at night about contortion and boys.
Because they lived in a small house, both the girls slept in the same bed. They always
had. That explained why they were so close. With the age difference, Barbara was
Carmen’s protector. When she received a scolding, Barbara would always defend her.
Occasionally, Barbara would catch Carmen bending her body on the bed in their
bedroom. Barbara would tell her to stop because “Mom might come in and see you
doing that”. Carmen did not care. She thought it was fun. The only time Barbara
contorted was when she was alone in the house. She enjoyed it, but she had always been
that way and did not know anything different. She could not see anything wrong with it.
The Boyfriend
Barbara met her boyfriend at a local bar. She described him was tall and good
looking. He treated her with respect and began dating. One late night, while watching
TV at her parent’s house, he began making advances, which she accepted. As the mood
grew hotter, at one point, he lifted one of her legs up and noticed that he was able to put
her foot behind her leg. She had never told him about her flexibility.
He commented that she was very limber and became very interested when she
told him she has always been like that and she could do many other things. He asked
what kind of things so she stood up and moved to the middle of the room. There she did
splits and backbends. Seeing all this, he became more aggressive and began making love
to her. At first, she enjoyed it because he was very well endowed. She estimated his
penis to be 10” in length. Barbara was not a virgin, but she did have a little problem with
his girth. He enjoyed her body for an hour before orgasm. From then on, they made love
frequently. He always wanted to see her bend her body prior to penetration. She did not
mind because her mother had raised her to please her man.
The relationship grew and eventually he asked Barbara to move in with him and
live in his apartment. She felt she was in love with him so she agreed. Big problems
were to come as they settled in. He became very aggressive with her especially when
making love. He would force her to do extreme contortions in the nude in order for him
to get an erection. I asked her to give me some examples of what he made her do.
Once, he had her do a backbend on a chair in the living room. Her chest was on
the seat while her legs were hanging down over her head and her feet were touching the
floor. He walked up to her and placing his hands on her thighs, he pressed down with
great force. This did not cause her pain in her back, but it did press the front of her neck
into the seat causing her to suffocate. He laughed when he saw this happening.
Continuing the pressure on her legs, he called her his bitch and telling her, she was a
filthy whore.
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When his penis was erect, he told her to open her mouth and suck it. She obeyed
and eventually forced his full length down her throat. Barbara could not breathe and
thought she was going to die. She never was a big fan of blowjobs. However, this time
caused her to hate it from then on.
On another occasion, he had her lay on her stomach pull her right leg up and over
her head into and extreme upside down backbend split. He pressed down harder on her
legs making the split more extreme. His penis was not fully erect but he was able to
force it full length into her vagina. Barbara told me the pain was extreme for he used no
lubrication. Keeping himself inside of her, his penis eventually became fully erect. At
one point, she thought he had torn something inside of her. It went on like this for what
seemed a lifetime to her, eventually ejaculating and falling on the floor next to her. She
was crying as she untangled her body parts. As he hugged her, he told her he loved her.
The next morning she discovered she had bled on the sheets of the bed. She was
understandably sore all over, but did not go see a doctor.
I was appalled as she described the events. Three or four times a week, she would
be contorted and pummeled by his advances. Barbara had no clue what she should do.
Her life was miserable. She did not move back home because she felt her mother would
look down on her. She let her man down. She should have got pregnant so her mother
could have a grandchild. After all, that was what many of her cousins have done and
they are happy.
Carmen
Carmen was a teenager struggling to find herself. She would constantly ask
Barbara about what it was like making love. She assumed it happened all the time since
she lived with a man. At parties, she would do party tricks such as splits, backbends and
knots. Barbara knew she was only trying to be liked by the boys. She told her the boys
were only interested in her flexibility, nothing else. Whenever, Carmen would tell her
about what she did, Barbara would scold her telling her that a lady does not do such
things in public. “It makes you look cheap and easy,” she would say.
The deep love Barbara had for Carmen is the reason she sought information in the
contortion chat room. She wanted to know how she could protect Carmen from what was
happening to her. At that point, she felt all men loved limber girls and considered them
only toys to play with.
A New Life Begins
After many months of discussion that included graphic details of what Barbara’s
boyfriend would do to her, I felt compelled to tell her she needed to leave him as quickly
as possible. A couple of times, she had considered suicide. I told her I would have
nothing of that and scolded her for thinking of such a thing even though I knew her state
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of mind was fragile. At times, I was very firm with her. I felt she was a young beautiful
woman who lacked direction and friendship.
She finally mustered enough courage and told the boyfriend to go to hell. She
packed up and moved back with her parents. When I heard that, I instantly felt I have
helped her. At least now, she would not have to endure the physical pain she suffered for
so long. She lived with the guy for over a year. He caught her packing and when asked
what she was doing, she told him she was moving out. His rampage consisted of hitting
her and calling her a filthy whore. “You will never get anywhere without me. You will
be selling yourself to any slob that says nice things to you. You are such an easy bitch!”
he told her. She left crying leaving her things behind. A few days later, she and Carmen
went back to get them knowing he would be a work. She left the door key on the table as
she left.
Back home, Barbara would cry herself to sleep almost every night. Carmen
would ask what the matter is, but she would not say. Eventually, she opened up a little to
her sister and told her that men are only interested in their flexibility. Carmen would
giggle and say she did not see anything wrong with that. Barbara would get very upset
with her and tell her she was wrong. She now felt strongly that all men are animals.
Barbara stopped coming to the chat room as regularly at this point. I would see
her perhaps only once a week. I wanted to know how she was dealing with things. She
told me she just lives from day to day. She was generally a very unhappy person. I told
her she needed something to keep you mind busy. Perhaps a hobby would be helpful.
She was not athletically inclined so any kind of sports was out. She read books from time
to time, but that was not of big interest to her.
One day, I suggested since she is so good at contortion, perhaps she should spend
time concentrating on just that. While her flexibility got her into trouble, maybe that very
same thing would give her life meaning again. After weeks of chatting, she finally
agreed to try it. She asked me what she should do. I outlined a plan of action for her.
But, What Do I Know
I have always been involved in sports. I played baseball as a youngster,
bodybuilding in high school and now golf and tennis. My love of contortion stems from
the beauty of the female body. . When I see a woman contorting her body, I know all
too well, how difficult it is to achieve the level of flexibility required to strike extreme
poses. I have always sensed contortion has an element of sensuality and in many cases
considered erotic. Nonetheless, I consider contortion a true art form. To see a girl
striking an extreme standing backbend is to see a work of art. The folding of the spine,
the spreading of the rib cage and the presentation of the pubic area makes a beautiful
sight to see.
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My knowledge of contortion and contortionists grew thru the years to the point
that I have become a contortion trainer. Only a few girls at this point, but the experience
has been most gratifying. In addition, with the help of my digital camera, I have become
a competent contortion photographer. Several girls have agreed to pose for my camera.
I have very deep feelings about how contortion deserves to be photographed. My
preferences lean toward the girls posing in bikinis. The observer wants to see as much of
her body bending as possible. I am not completely against contortion in the nude, but
contortion is erotic enough in itself. A bikini covers enough of her body allowing her to
feel comfortable when posing for the camera. Because the poses are so extreme and
beautiful, I like to shoot as many angle of each pose as I possibly can.
Barbara Begins Secretly Bending
“OK, here is what I want you to do,” I told Barbara. “Anything you say. You
have been very patient and understanding with me. I will do what ever you say,” she
replied. It was difficult chatting privately. However, she wanted to keep it that way. She
was still a bit leery about all this contortion stuff and the fact that she is confiding in a
man did not help.
“I know your parents do not want you to bend, so you will have to do it privately
in your bedroom at night. For now, try bending your body any way you can think of and
have enough room to do it. Splits, backbends, whatever comes to mind,” I told her. The
thought was to begin contorting to get rid of the demons she had acquired while she was
living with the boyfriend. Prior to that, she had fun contorting. I wanted her to get back
to that state of mind.
“I will give it try, but I know I will have flashbacks of the bad times with him,”
she said. I told her she needed to focus her mind on what she was asking her body to do
and to keep the negative thoughts away. “If it would make you feel more comfortable,
have Carmen bend with you. I know she loves to do that so you and she have fun with
it,” I said.
The next day in the chat room, I asked her how it went the night before.
“Actually, it was a lot of fun. Carmen walked in my bedroom and saw what I was doing.
She said their parents told them not to do that. I told her I do not care. I wanted to see
what I could do,” she told me. “What happened next,” I asked. Barbara went on to tell
me that she and her sister were bending all over the room having a ball. All of a sudden,
her mother peaked in and saw them. She scolded them and forbad them from doing that.
“Doing that kind of thing is not ladylike,” she told them. When her mother left, they both
looked at each other and laughed.
I asked Barbara how it felt bending just for the fun of it. She said she really liked
it. It reminded her of when she was young and did not have the problem with men as she
does now. I told her she has a problem with only one man. “Generally, the rest of us are
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pretty nice guys,” I told her. “It will be hard to convince of that. You are all animals.
All men want is for girls to bend their bodies so you can have their way with them,” she
said. For a twenty-six year old woman, that was a very cynical point of view.
Understandable, however given the abuse she received from her boyfriend.
As the weeks went by, Barbara continued secretly contorting. She would ask me
for specific exercises for her to do. I would send her pictures of contortion poses and told
her to do those poses but not to be satisfied with just the pose shown in the picture. I told
her to push her body further making the bend more extreme. From what she told me,
everything I sent her was very easy for her. It was apparent that I would have to meet her
and see exactly what she was doing.
The Long Awaited Meeting
One day, while chatting, I told Barbara I was going to be in her area for a few
days while on business. She was still dealing with her demons so I told her I felt strongly
after we meet, those demons would quickly disappear. “Well, we will see,” she told me.
As we continued chatting, I learned that the one exercise she loved best, but had
the most problems with was straddle splits. She explained that she liked the sensations
those splits gave her between her legs. “I want to continue having those wonderful
sensations, but I also want to make the split more extreme,” she said. I advised her to
continue working on them. As she becomes more comfortable with them, begin rolling
her hips back and forth. “Oh, that sounds yummy,” she proclaimed.
The following month I traveled to her area as I told her. As soon as I checked
into the hotel, I logged onto the chat room and she was there. I told her where I was and I
would be available to see her in the evenings. My business would keep me busy during
business hours. She understood, but she had not made up her mind if she should meet
with me yet. “While I trust you online, actually meeting you is another thing,” she told
me. “Well, it is totally up to you. I have spent a lot of time with you helping you get to
this point. It is now time for you come out and take a breath of fresh air,” I told her. I
logged off and did not see her again online until late the next day.
“So, it looks like you are going to make me wait to meet you,” I told her. “I will
be there as soon as I get off work. I have given it a lot of thought and I decided I would
have to meet you some time. Since you are so close, tonight will be the night,” she said.
My heart jumped when I read that message. I had to contain my enthusiasm fearing I
would scare this frightened deer away.
Barbara told me to meet her in the lounge of my hotel about 6 o’clock. “We will
drink some wine and talk,” she said. “I look forward to finally meeting you,” I said as I
logged off. It had been a very good trip so far. With still another day of doing business, I
felt this trip was going much better than expected.
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Fifteen minutes before the appointed time, I went down to the lounge and found a
quiet table in a secluded corner. I wanted no distractions. The evening was going to be
for Barbara and me only.
I kept my eye on the door when, right on time, she appeared. Barbara had sent me
a photo of her so I knew what she looked like. My heart began racing. She was
gorgeous. Semi-long brown hair, slight but very shapely body, legs that looked like they
were especially built for the high heels she was wearing. The short silk dress flowed
nicely behind her as she walked and the matching blouse made her medium sized breasts
look edible.
I stood up and waved her over to the table. She waved back with a wide grin on
her beautiful face. As I extended my hand to greet her, she leaned in and gave me a hug.
I did not expect that but it was very nice. We sat down and I ordered a bottle of wine.
“Well, after all this time, it is hard to believe you are actually here in person. You
are even more beautiful than the photo you sent me,” I said. “Thank you! Yes, it was a
difficult decision for me, but I had to do something. I could not see letting you leave
town without meeting you. You have been so helpful and understanding I just had to
come,” she said.
I told Barbara I felt I have known her forever. She had told me almost everything
about her life. I asked her how her contortion was coming. “Oh, I love doing it. I think I
am getting even more flexible which is hard for me to believe,” she said. She explained
that her body had always been super flexible, but now paying attention to what body part
she was bending has made her more flexible. “I still am having a little problem with the
straddle splits, but I am determined to conquer them. I told her in some strange way I
sensed she had already conquered them but she still pushes them because it excites her.
“Perhaps you are right. You know me all to well,” she said with a giggle.
I asked about her parents and her sister. Barbara said they are fine, but her mother
sometimes catches her bending and scolds her. “Well, the only way you are going to end
that is to move out on your own,” I told her. She told me she knew that and that she has
been looking for a place to rent until she could afford to buy a place of her own. “That
sounds very good to me. It looks like you are well on your way. So much better than
when we first met in the chat room,” I told her. As the evening wore on, we drank more
wine. “Are you hungry?” I asked. She said no. She was too excited about our meeting
to eat.
We talked about all aspects of contortion. Barbara was very curious why I saw
contortion as an art form and not just a way to abuse girls. After a lengthy explanation, I
could see a twinkle in her eye telling me she was beginning to understand. Her exboyfriend was a freak and not all men look at flexible girls as toys to be played with.
Suddenly, she put her hand on my arm and leaned toward me whispering, “I want to do
contortions for you. Let’s go to your room.” I guess the look of shock on my face told
her she might have gone too far. “Was that the wrong thing to say?” she asked. “Not at
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all. But, I certainly did not expect it to happen so quickly,” I replied. She flashed me the
biggest smile as we walked towards the door.
Barbara Bends for Me
As we strolled thru the lobby, I asked if I should have another bottle of wine sent
up to the room. “Oh, I don’t think we will have time to drink it,” she said. My brain was
going at light speed trying to absorb everything that was happening. Of course, I thought
some day I would see Barbara bend, but not this soon.
We walked into my room and she was surprised to see it was a suite. “Oh, yes, I
always stay in a suite. I love the space so I can do work comfortably,” I told her. “Well,
tonight you may really enjoy your work,” she said. I told Barbara I was surprised to see
her so assertive. I only expected to meet with her so she could get to know me a little
better. “I think I know you well enough by now. I am very excited about showing you
what we have been chatting about for so long now,” she said.
I sat down on the couch and wondered what was going to happen next. She asked
to be excused for a few minutes and walked into the bedroom. When she returned, I
could not believe my eyes. She was gorgeous wearing only bikini panties and a matching
bra. Barbara’s legs were bare but she still wore the high heels. The only hair visible on
her body was on her head. “So, what do you think?” she asked. I was speechless. She
laughed. “I figured you would like my body. Now I am going to show you how flexible
it is,” she told me. “Barbara, you know you don’t have to do this for me,” I told her. She
said she wanted to and for me to sit back and relax.
Directly in front of me was a coffee table. She stepped up on it and faced me with
her feet apart and hands on her hips. The view was spectacular. After giving me a wink,
she leaned back and did not stop until she was in a full backbend. She pushed her head
thru her legs and blew me a kiss. The pose was very seductive.
When she rose back up to the standing position, I asked “Barbara why are you
doing this?” “Because I wanted to prove to myself that you would not take advantage of
me when I was doing contortions for you. Also, I wanted to prove to myself that I could
do it in front of a man knowing he would not do anything bad to me,” she replied.
Next, Barbara made love to the table with splits. In one front split, she leaned
back and placed the back of her neck on the table next to her back leg. I could not take
my eyes off her. This pose was not only a perfect split, but also an extreme backbend. I
could see her stomach moving in and out, as she breathed. Her bikini panties left very
little to the imagination. For a contortion fan, the scene was a dream come true.
Knowing backbends are my favorite contortion pose, Barbara stepped down from
the table and moved it to the other side of the room. Just watching her move around the
room was wonderful. The high heels made her legs look muscular and sexy. As she
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slowly walked over to me, she leaned down to me and gave me a sweet little kiss on the
cheek. Next, she turned her back to the couch right next to me and leaned back until her
chest was on the seat of the couch. She gracefully lowered her butt to her head and made
her spine fold in half. Her feet were flat on the floor. I almost lost it when she began
wiggling her hips back and forth to make the bend tighter. Her sharply angled rib cage
was only a few inches away from me. She smelled wonderful. Her body was perfect and
extremely limber.
For the next hour, she contorted her body into more positions than I have ever
seen. I never saw a hint of pain on her face. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the
display she was giving me. When she was finished, she gracefully walked back into the
bedroom and dressed.
When Barbara returned, I was leaning back on the couch remembering all the
wonderful contortions she had done for me. I was in a dreamlike state. “I hope you liked
it,” she said quietly. I could not speak for a few minutes. She got her purse and began to
leave. “Where are you going?” I asked. “It’s late and we have to work tomorrow. I’ll
see you in the chat room,” she said as she closed the door behind her.
I chatted with Barbara only a couple of times after that fateful night. It has been
over a year now and I never see her in the chat room any more. Sadly, I have no clue
what has happened to her.
The End