The Training of Camille - Session 2

After enjoying the sight of Camille through the lens for a few minutes, watching her struggle in her bonds, in that cross position I love so very much, I went back to her to continue providing her with a reason to suffer. She would continue being in pain, that much was a fact. But there was a change in me. A small but telling change. I had no doubts anymore. I had been thinking about her since I met her. I transformed the main character in my movie to fit her, and, in fact, I made the victim not only a sister but a twin sister, so she would play both roles. She had to be the victim, but it was a small role and I wanted her for the main character. So she became both.

I pushed her head back and began to lash her again, with more impetous. I was driven. She was going to be the object of my desire, the muse of my nightly dreams, the goddess on the cross. She was going to be my lover. That's what was in my mind. But what if she didn't want to? I had no option but to convince her, no matter how long it took.

I often wondered why I didn't take MaRe completely under my wing. She was so willing. After I whipped her we made love. Again, it was evident her lack of experience. She was not a virgin, but she could've been one by the way she did things. After the whip came the caress, the gentleness, the love making that needed to be soft and guided. I guided her to an orgasm that I will never forget and I don't think she will. It was after that the she could talk again. "I can't believe this happen to me" She said.

How can one explain what goes on in one's mind? It took me a while to embrace my reality, my sexuality, so I understood MaRe when she said that she never talked about how she felt with anyone. She hid under layers of religion and superstition. She covered her being with shame and darkeness. It was when she saw Twin Peaks that she first began analizing her feelings and desires, hoping that one day she would be able to face them. The day had come to her long before she expected and she found it liberating. She cried.