On another occasion, Li had came home to find a voluptuous Eurasian beauty sitting in the chair on which Ming-tsu had knelt so prettily some weeks before. "This is Mila, from Macao, Li. I asked Madam Wong to send over a girl with enchanting breasts tonight; I hope you approve." The girl looked up at Li Chang fearfully.

And with good reason. Mila's forearms were tightly tied together behind the chair back. She wore a short V-necked western-style dress of white silk, buttoned down the front. A large and beautifully sculpted pair of breasts pushed insistently against the tight-fitting dress. The dress rode halfway up her thighs, revealing a pair of nicely curved legs. "I do approve, indeed, Ming-tsu. She is exquisite. Madam Wong has chosen well."

"Well, let us see how exquisite." And Ming-tsu slowly undid the buttons, one by one, that held the white silk together. As each button was undone, Li Chang was afforded a better glimpse of the twin treasures beneath.

When Ming-tsu had finished with the last button, she slowly pushed back the left side of the bodice, revealing one mouth-watering, full-nippled globe, and then moments later, she flipped aside the other triangle of silk, displaying its mate. Mila's surging hillocks rose and fell with her deep breathing.

"Since I have some surprises in store for our new friend Mila, would you please blindfold her, Li Chang?" Ming-tsu offered him a black scarf, which he dutifully wrapped twice around the girl's fearful, flashing eyes.

When he had finished, Ming-tsu bent her head to Mila's left breast, and began to worship it with her lips and tongue, bringing soft sighs from the sightless girl. She mouthed the top, the sides, the undercurve, kissing, licking, sucking the ripe flesh into her mouth. After having circumnavigated the perfect globe, she zeroed in on the brown nipple, sucking and gently biting it until it stood out achingly. Mila was lost in a wordless rapture, enjoying Ming-tsu's sensual oral caresses.

After several minutes of this delightful erotic torture, Ming-tsu stood up and said, "Mila, since you are not Chinese, you may not be familiar with the principle of yin and yang. Yin and yang are very important in Chinese philosophy. They refer to the balance in the universe. Between day and night. Between good and evil. Between pleasure and pain."

"Your breast has experienced much pleasure; but now it is time to restore the balance. You should know, though, that what is to come, is not my doing, but Li Chang's. The other night he insulted me by saying that I was insufficiently skilled in the domestic arts. That he doubted that I even knew how to use needle and thread. I am sure that you will be pleased to help me demonstrate to him that I can use both most dexterously."

Then Ming-tsu reached over into what appeared to Li to be a new sewing box and removed a spool of white thread. She unwound a length about a yard long, and then she cut the thread with a tiny scissors. "This thread is of a type of silk so strong, that I cannot break it off, and so must cut it," she explained.

And then she positioned the midpoint of the tough silken thread underneath the center of Mila's jutting right breast, lifting the breast so that the thread lay flat against her chest wall. Ming-tsu then looped the silk around the base of the breast once, causing Mila to gasp. But it was not until Mila pulled with all her strength at each end of the silken fiber, removing every hint of slack from the loop, that Mila began to experience true discomfort. Ming-tsu wrapped a second loop around the base, pulled hard on the ends again, and then a third and a fourth, before tying the ends tightly together. Ming-tsu then turned and bowed to Li Chang. "Do you like my threadwork now, Li Chang?"

Li Chang looked on with admiration at Ming-tsu's craftsmanship. Mila's right breast was ingeniously constricted at its base, causing the ripe melon to bulge most appealingly. The succulent mound seemed to have swollen to a full size larger than its twin.

Li could see tiny beads of perspiration forming on the girl's forehead above the blindfold, and on her breasts. Ming-tsu also noting this, said, "Li Chang, our guest appears to be overheated. Perhaps we should use this fan to cool her off."

Ming-tsu then picked up a large hand-painted Chinese fan from her dresser, and for a moment or too, fanned the face and upper body of the helpless blindfolded girl. The girl smiled, thinking that perhaps the worst was over.

"But there is a yin and a yang to fans, too, Mila. They can cool the flesh, or."

And Ming-tsu snapped the fan together, and the delicate paper folds of the fan were suddenly enclosed between the two rigid wooden supports that the paper was anchored to. And she snapped the hard wooden rectangle sharply down against the inner curve of Mila's swollen right breast. "Mmmff," from the girl in the blindfold.

Li Chang, would you care to honor Mila with some yang, while I attend to the yin?"

She bowed and handed Li Chang the fan, and then returned to her adoration of Mila's left breast, caressing it with hands, mouth and tongue. While the girl's free breast seemed to strain to reach the tantalizing mouth, its tightly bound twin appeared to quiver in apprehension. Li marveled at the throbbing flesh before him and then, holding the fan firmly in his right hand a few inches above the tempting target, placed the fingers of his left hand under the far end of the fan, pressing firmly upwards, bending the end of the fan back as far as it would go, creating a spring-like tension. Then he simply pulled his left hand away and let the fan snap down with a resounding THWACK! on the upper surface of the imprisoned breast. "Ouuww!" from Mila.

For ten minutes Li THWACKed the engorged target, distributing the nasty bite of the fan evenly over the entire fleshy gourd, while his lady continued laving the golden orb that was her responsibility with liquid licks and kisses, paying particular attention to the pert brown crest. "And now, Li Chang, let us change places."

And then it was Li's turn to pay homage to the left breast while Ming-tsu cracked the fan down every ten seconds or so on the other bulging tit-ball; Ming-tsu took a special delight in attacking the stiffened nipple, THWACKing it with a series of withering blows from above, from below, from either side, and finally several times with a direct frontal assault.

After several minutes of this enjoyable pastime, Ming-tsu gasped, "Oh, Li Chang, I almost forgot. I have shown you my talent with thread; may I show you my skill with the needle?"

Li Chang, having no idea what was coming, bowed, "By all means, my love." Mila shook her blindfolded head, "No", with great agitation, and wriggled agitatedly in her bonds, but to no avail.

And Ming-tsu reached in to the sewing box, and removed a shiny new needle, perhaps two inches long, holding it up to the Chinese lantern, so that Li could appreciate its silvery sharpness. And then she lightly jabbed the poor bound breast in a dozen places, pricking the surface of the stretched skin but never quite puncturing it. And then, while Li was busy tantalizing the other breast, Ming-tsu gripped the needle firmly, and slowly, slowly, pressed its entire length into the succulent breast from above, burying the needle to its hilt. This time Mila whimpered in agony.

By now it had been almost twenty minutes since they had tied the right breast, and the injured globe was beginning to become quite discolored. Ming-tsu unwound the white thread, liberating the punished right breast, and gestured to Li that he should give it the same oral attention that they had bestowed on its mate earlier. Mila gave an audible sigh of relief, and relaxed back in her chair enjoying his oral caress.

Until she felt the white thread under her left breast and realized that her ordeal was but half over. She was about to learn another aspect of yin and yang.