The Training of Camille - Session 2

Camille the perfect, Camille the one and only. She was captivating, her performance, because it was a performance, was magnificent. And it was only the beginning for her. I was wondering what would be like with more training, with more sessions. We had to have more sessions, but the time was running short. There was time for one more, perhaps two. But what about after the film was made. What excuse could I have to tie her up and beat her?

I hit Camille's back, she threw herself forward, her head flying back. How much was a natural reaction and how much was a performance? I couldn't tell. When I beat MaRe the second time, she didn't react this way. She didn't perform. It was the next day, when we woke up and I decided to whip her before breakfast. I made her get up, her eyes blindfolded, naked still, and took her to the beam, tying her wrists to the sides, like Camille was now. She didn't say anything. She was breathing heavily and moaning softly. She found herslef hanging and naked.

Camille was growing tired, not the person, the character. But I was not done with her. We had a long way to go and she knew it. But she had to show me somehow that she was tired. I wasn't going to show any pity. The sessino would continue and it did, while I kept thinking of the after the film excuse. I kept beating her. She kept reacting but not with the energetic movements of before. And that was fine with me.

MaRe stood there, her arms opened in a cross, her bare feet hardly touching the wooden floor, her wrists pressed by her binds, her eyes blindfolded, her body exposed. I took the whip again and began to lash her. I enjoyed her enjoyment, I relished her pain, I suffered her submission. And began to wonder why wasn't I taking her into my realm, why was I resisting making her my full time lover. Maybe because I was still with Margot. that was a good reason, and they were friends, in fact they were very good friends.