The Training of Camille - Session 2

Camille kept going. So did I. It was not hard for me, of course, but it was not that easy. Self control, was one of the main issues I was confronting. I had the enourmous desire to fuck her at any moment during the session, or after, if necessary. But I wasn't going to. We were not lovers, not yet, so it was hard to keep myself in check. I have enough self control, of course. Nothing special about that. But... with Camille... I had doubts.

I didn't have the need to control myself with MaRe, I whipped her and made love to her while she hanged from the beam. I freed her from her binds, laid her on the mattress and made love to her again. After that we were ready for breakfast. As it became a tradition, I went to the kitchen to prepare it while she stayed in bed. That was her second surprise, breakfast in bed, served by her man, the man that just tortured her.

By the time I began to work with Camille, Margot and I had gone our separate ways, in the sentimental arena, not in the working field. We were intimate friends still and for some time I had a nice lover. An old friend who when I was younger and she much younger than me, had a crush on me. I went away, she got married, had two kids and got divorced. A common story of women in these parts. So one night we met again in a nightclub. It was magical. That very night she was in my bed while Margot slept in the next room.

So... my friend's first morning in my house was truly surprising. I made breakfast for three. Margot, I and my youthful friend had breakfast in bed. I was wondering how would she react if I made my feelings for Camille known to all. How was Margot going to react? Even though she could read me like a book and perhaps she knew how I felt long before I knew myself.