JJ threw me on the bed. I knew he would whip me a little bit more and then make love to me. The look in his eyes was like reading it on a huge sign.

In anticipation of this I hung on. I knew at this point I had already gone beyond what I had initially intended. I couldn't stop now, the end was approaching. I could make it.

Looking at the video now I really like how I arched my back to the whip. It's an almost inviting gesture of my body. Like I'm receiving it with grace, but still reacting to the pain.

I suppose that's what I try to do now in RFPIX movies, receive evertything with grace, without losing the helpless look in my eyes.

The night seemed short to me, and long to Jane. I whipped her for hours, her back, her legs, her chest, her ass, they all bore the marks of the whip. Her red welts were lovely to my sight, not so much to the camera's that need a lot more light to see.

But there it was, Jane whipped over and over in so many positions as I came up with in the small room and with I had around.

As always, she took her punishment with great courage, with tears and, I hope, with pleasure.

During the journey that took us to this room I kept wondering if I had found my match. I hadn't found her limits yet. She was taking it all too well. It was scary and I began to fear that if that became the basis for our relationship, we were doomed.

I had to slow down, but not now. Not this night. After whipping her tied to the column, on the floor and on the bed, I was ready to make love to her.