The Training of Camille - Session 2

It was not surprising that my feelings for Camille were growing exponentially. However, our age difference was too big for me to consider making a move. I feared she would laugh at me and as far as I knew she had a boyfriend, or at least that's what she told me. Nevertheless, I could not help myself. I was trapped and even as I was tying her up, it was Camille who was trapping me.

I was going to allow Camille to have more room to act. I was going to tie her hands together and above her head, which I did. She was wearing the same style ripped tee shirt that becamse a kind of trade mark, starting with Margot, passing by MaRe and Rosie and now Camille. Those tee shirts were mine. Old tee shirts that I transformed into sexy, my kind of sexy, garments for my "victims". Camille though they were silly.

MaRe didn't think they were silly. She became acquainted with my set up that very night, when I managed to get rid of my two obstacles, the two actors who were flirting with her, flirting with young, pretty MaRe. I was still in a relationship with Margot then, but she was away in Europe for a couple of months, I was going to join her shortly. I couldn't resist the curiosity of learning if MaRe was what I began to suspect she was.

Camille was more than willing to do her best. She had a few days of normal , dramatic training with the class (including MaRe) and she had impressed everybody with a hysterical attack. So, I was expecting a lot from her. I was even dreaming that she could be THE ONE.

I took the stick in my almost trembling hands and hit her across her back, leaving a bloody mark on it. She reacted accordingly.