Camille didn't take too long to change, she came back promptly and looking ready. I was surprised by her willingness and enthusiasm. She smiled, her eyes shinning, she was not looking uncomfortable at all.

I think I was staring at her, looking at her body hardly covered by the cut up sleeveless t-shirt I gave her, an oversized t-shirt that hanged loose over her shoulders, exposing most of her body beneath. Her underwear covered her nicely..

It was our first time of an almost intimate encounter. Intimate because we were alone and she was almost undressed, in her underwear. I was, needless to say, excited, but I was not ready to let her know that. I was going to behave professionally.

I explained to her that we were going to look for expressions of fear and pain, that she would have to think of a fear and a particular pain. She mentioned a foot infection she once had that gave her hallucinations. "It should be fine", I said to her.

As I spoke, I grabbed her wrists and dragged her to the middle of the room to position her under the beam that run across the ceiling. She was not acting at that moment, she was only trying to concentrate on the situation and my words, which I felt were coming out with a slight tremble, because I was feeling like an adolescent on a first date.

When we were under the beam I covered her eyes with a black blindfold. It made me feel at ease knowing that she could not see me, while I could adore her as I took her hand, tied it with a rope and pulled it up to the beam.

I pulled harder as I tied her wrist, she was breathing almost heavily, I could only imagine what she felt at the moment.

I took her other hand, by the wrist, to fasten it to the beam. I had to pull her the stretch her arm farther. She had to stand on her toes while I bound her.

She let a faint moan but she didn't want to complain, and I think I knew that.

She was tied up, her arms stretched apart, forming a perfect cross Camille on her cross was a sight to behold. Her breasts, even if they were covered suggested themselves in an alluring, inviting way. Since she was blindfolded I felt free to let my eyes feast on her tender, young and ivory fine skin and her tight, shapely form.

Some emotions were stirring inside me, emotions I was suspecting were there from the moment I saw her for the first time.