The Training of Camille - Session 2

I grabbed her wrist, freeing it from the hook that held her wrists together. Her body was against mine, I could feel her sweat, smell her skin, let it intoxicate me, her fragance was powerful. My mind was registering her smell to keep it forever. She struggled a bit, as she was meant to do. Those were my instructions, "Don't let this happen without a fight". It was important for the character, but it was more important for that other character that I wanted her to play in the future. The one that Margot considered playing, the one that MaRe could not. MaRe was not going to fight back.

When I had MaRe on the mattress, tied up, blindfolded, she gave herself to me in a way I wasn't expecting. She hadn't been with many men, that was obvious. She didn't have enough experience, but she had a lot of passion, a torrent of emotions that began to flow from her when I began touching her soft skin. She was moaning full of expectations and fear, like I imagine a virgin would on her wedding night. How to tell her not to worry, that she could stop me anytime at all without breaking the moment? Without ruining a perfect sado masochistic seduction?

I turned Camille around, opening her arms in a cross and tying her to the hooks the same way she was in our first session.. This time her breasts were not held tight by her bra, they were free to move, but covered still. It became a goal to get her to shed her bra on her own. I did not want to ask, it had to come from her. It would be a sign, a clear sign that we were progressing. She looked so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful, even if her eyes were covered.. I was definitely horny but I had to wait. I did what I could, I lashed her again and again.

Camille responded to the rod on her belly with a jump back, her garment almost flying as it became attached to the rod. Her face had a grimace of pain that made me think that it was very real. I expected the disconfort she would feel when beaten. I knew she would feel the sting of the stroke on her skin. I knew she was going to feel pain. But I was not sure how much of that pain she was willing to accept. I didn't know how hard to hit. I didn't know if my arm was too strong.