The Training of Camille - Session 2

There was one particular moment, when I hit Camille's back, that she reacted in such a way that it impacted me. I knew then she was ready. If I got that expression in the film, the escene would be great. The initial purpose of this session had been fulfilled. The peak I was after for the film had been reached. I could take her down, stop the session, congratulate her, invite her for a drink and let her rest. But I couldn't.

Camille took it well when I ripped the tee shirt to expose her body a little bit more, still hoping for that accident that never came, but I came to the realization that her breasts were exposed enough as they were. I kept striking her, watching her shake and quiver, she was doing it so well that I became concerned. Was she acting, or was it for real? Her legs were shacking in a way that worried me, but she was not stopping me ... even though she knew she could. She sounded as she was crying, a sad, deep cry that came out of her lips in a soft way.

Camille's cries didn't stop me, I kept going, she was doing great and I had to continue, take the session to where I could. As long as she kept going I was going to keep going. We could be doing this for hours. The tape had two hours before it ended, so... we had plenty of time. But my perception of time was not real. It felt like a long time, but we had been working for just minutes. Ten maybe. But there was so much going inside me that it felt longer.