The Training of Camille - Session 2

Camille was at my mercy. When someone is at one's mercy, one has an awesome responsibility. The situation wasn't as dangerous as it may sound, she wasn't in danger at all. It's all an act, a performance. Any horror movie would be far more gruesome and dangerous looking than this little video clip we were engaged in. But still, Camille was at my mercy, bound, half naked, blindfolded.

My strokes were hard, but not too hard, her performance realistic, bordering on the very real. Unlike MaRe who was not performing back then. MaRe was living a experience. We did not have the intention of making a movie or preparing for a part. We were doing what we were doing because we wanted to do it, for our own perverse enjoyment. I call it perverse because that's how it would be seen. Is it perverse?

Can a game be perverse? That was no longer a question in my mind. I had resolved it a long time ago. Perhaps it happened deep inside me the time I was in a serious, although young, relationship where the question of love and passion vs religion came to the fore. It was a sunny afternoon, my girlfriend and I were naked in bed after making love for most of the morning and afternoon and I decided that it was not only fantastic, but holy as well.