The Training of Camille - Session 2

Camille suffered to rod with great resolve. I was confident that she was ready for the role. I was no longer working on preparing her for that. I was preparing her for a bigger, harder, intense role. One that I began to dream about as the bloody marks left their impression on her beautiful back. I was beginning to prepare her for the role of the martyr.

When I met Margot, that wonderful time in Hungary, at the rock opera, after the performance of Jesus Christ Superstar, talk about ironies, I felt that she could be THE ONE. Our first night together in the room at the school where I was lodging with the musicians and dancers, and as the rock opera was performing a few blocks away, she was laying naked on top of me. I held her wrists, pulled her up, her head dangling over my chest. "Like Jesus", she said softly. "No", I said while opening her arms so she would be as if crucified. "This is like Jesus".

Camille's body was responding as it should. She was arching the right way, either to the sides of forward, reaching some extreme of movement. Limited as she was by the small space where I placed her, she still tried to move away from me and the rod and as I hit her, her body went one way or another. It was working. I could feel it even if I couldn't see through the lens. My perspective was different. I was seeing her from above, while the lens was on mid level. I couldn't tell which point of view was better.

Camille was a trooper, indeed. A rare find even if I was fortunate enough to have found wonderful women such as Margot, MaRe, Rosie and others. I would never compared them. All of them were unique, each wonderful and exciting, each carrying their gifts within, their talents, their grace and their sexyness. Each an independent, strong, woman. I find strong and independent women totally sexy and Camille, as young as she was, was already a very mature and independent woman.