The Training of Camille - Session 2

The more I saw Camille in the cross position, the more I convinced myself that I should go further with her, and it implied a lot. It meant that I would have to pursue her not only as a talented actress, which she showed me she was, she was a natural, not many people learn the craft so fast and have such an intencity during a training session. Most people are easily embarrased, acquard, stiff... but not Camille. She was flowing like a river, like the air, like a travelling cloud, showing its many shapes.

I didn't have to pursue MaRe, she fell on my arms, she fell under my whip, because after the first moment, when she was tied up and naked by my side, over me, under me, I whispered into her ear that I was going to flog her. I used the words with its most direct meaning. She let out a moan of fear, anticipation and pleasure. "Yes, please..." she managed to say and those were her last words for the remaining of the evening. I took a whip I made for Margot and began to lash MaRe as she twisted, closing and opening her legs, her hands tied together, attached to the beam above us by a long rope.

As it became evident that Camille had what it takes to be THE ONE, I decided I was going to pursue her. Perhaps not with the obsessive intensity I had when going after Margot, crossing continents as often as I could just to see her in her small hometown in Hungary, while I lived in New York. I didn't need to become a traveller to get to Camille. She was right in front of me, tied up, almost naked, her mouth covered by scotch tape, perhaps an stupid idea, a willing actress, a suffering martyr, a beautiful young woman, a dream come true. If I could only make her totally mine.

What about her boyfrend? I managed to think as I looked through the lens while changing the frame from a relatively close shot of her torso to a wider shot of most of her body. She told me she had a boyfriend in the city and I was not very happy. But she never mentions him and she hasn't been going out. That was a good sign. As I looked at her body, so tight, so tense, so great looking, I decided I was not going to stop until she was mine.