The Training of Camille - Session 2

While I punished Camille, I had what it's as close to peace of mind as one can ever get. This was conscensual, it was a performance, it was beautiful (to me), it was a fulfillment of dreams and illusions and it was more than all of that. It was a transforming moment which I knew that somehow was inevitable.

Camille had that power, innate power that flowed from her in such a natural way that was almost imperceptible. I didn't know how hooked I was until it was too late to do anything about. I was beating her body in a game of fiction, she was piercing my soul in real way. She was letting the situation take over, moving along, letting it overwhelm her, while I was letting the rush of feelings take over me. I was hers before I decided to make her mine.

What was the difference? Why Camille and not MaRe who so willingly plunged into a lovers relationship with whips and chains. With Margot it was different. I fell for Margot in a boat on the Tizsa river. A floating disco where I was having a great time with the beautiful dancers of the rock opera. Margot came with her friends, she was not more beautiful or more special than the gorgeous dancers that would give anything to dance with the New Yorker in their midst. They were under communism then and a New Yorker could very well be a ticket out.