The Training of Camille - Session 2

Finally I slowly pulled away from Camille, the session was over, a new chapter in my life was about to begin. I knew I found THE ONE, I was sure she was THE ONE and I could only hope that she was going to stick around for what I had in mind. More importantly, I could only hope that she would love me back.

I thought I heard a cry coming from Camille that wasn't there before, but then again, she had to give me the action I requested, she had to suffer the pain and express it. I noticed her hands were turning darker and under the blood effects some welts were showing their nice-ugly face, I was living a dream, but it was scary. Was she "playing dead" or did she faint?.

She could not have fainted. Maybe her hands were so tight that the flow of blood was being affected? I was worried. I put the camera away and waited, watching her beautiful, tortured body, hung limply from the beam. After a few moments, she raised her head, she smiled and said: How was I? At that very moment the session ended, I told her that I loved her and that I would love her forever.

An afterthought.

It's been years since that unforgetable night. Seeing these images after a long time bring back memories of a paradise lost. Nothing lasts forever, but our memories can go on, taking us back to the moments we love the most. A lot has happened since. A lot was accomplished. A lot had to be given up, but there was never a moment, and there will never be, when I would regret any of it. In fact, my life would not be what it is without Camille.