He stopped. I think I received something like 20 lashes, maybe more. I didn't count. Jan released one of my wrists and pulled it across the beam so I would be with my arms stretched open again, as he pulled my arm he ripped part of my gown, uncovering my breast. I couldn't scream, my cries were muffled. I wasn't acting, it was real.

I felt air on my exposed breasts, I felt his eyes on me, like I wanted them to be, but at the same time I felt vulnerable, in his hands. I knew I could trust him, but there was a bit of fear as well. It was strange.

I was quivering and my legs began to shake, I tried to let a moan come out but before I could do anything I felt the pain across my belly, and another one across my legs. I jumped up again, when I fell down my arms felt like they were going to break away from my body.

I was enjoying the sight of Camille tied to the beam above her head, her exposed back with the fresh welts left by the rod. It was time to go a step further, and she knew what it would be. It was the same as the previous session. The difference was that she wasn't wearing a bra and to me that was sublime..

I reached to her  wrist to spread her arms, like the time before, she was expecting it, she struggled.  I was a bit forceful and her tee-shirt was ripped open.

I tied her wrist to the opposite extreme of the beam above her head.  Once again she was hanging as if tied to a cross.  She looked extremely beautiful, and perhaps she was not aware how beautiful she was.

I had a hard on for her .My body wanted her, my mind was trapped and my heart was captured by her.  

The tables had turned.  She was tied up ... I was captured.  Such was her power.