April 5th

JJ has an idea. He likes the forest behind the house. It's all empty, no one goes there. It's not cold anymore, so working in the outdoors would be fine. He wants to shoot a scene back there. We walked around to see the area and we found a nice spot. His idea is to tie me to a tree and shoot me with arrows.

April 7th

So, we did it... we had the shooting arrows scene today. It wasn't warm, in fact it was cold. I didn't want to do it at first. It looked scary and I wasn't used to it anymore. There's something about doing this thing in France, near my house. The feeling is different. Out there, in South America, in the tropics, it doesn't seem real. It looks like a movie, like part of the experience of being there, so far.

Here, in France it's different, it's less romantic, less attractive, but not for JJ, for me. There's something about the country side in Europe. It's all civilized, there are big machines plowing the earth just a couple of kilometers away. That's not romantic. We are not in the wild, in nature, we are in a modern civilization, ... that's what makes this less romantic.

I was reluctant. We sat on a tree trunk before we started. We had my clothes ready ... my rags, actually. The whip, the arrows ... very primitive looking arrows.

He made me noticed that it was wild, there were bugs and wild grass and trees and no sight of houses or anything like that. We were in a small piece of wild land in the middle of Tours.

Before, in the morning, we walked around looking for a place to do this. We were in an open field with long tall grass and very few trees. There was one in particular, in the middle of the fields. The only tree in the middle of an empty space. A thick tree. JJ was excited because we were alone and it would be a perfect place to make love. We walked to the tree. I wanted to be in command. I told him to stand in front of the tree, facing me, his back straight against the tree trunk.

While he caressed my breasts I pulled his t shirt up and off. He kissed me. He was enjoying being undressed. I pulled his pants down, while he caressed my hair. He was smiling. I pulled down his under pants. There he was, naked before me, smiling, a bit amused, allowing me to do to him what he usually does to me.

He always undresses me, makes me stand naked before him, before whipping me. He teases me...

I told him to raise his arms and grab a tree branch and not to let go. He did. Now he was hanging, off the ground. I told him to close his eyes while I rubbed his dick. He was erect, I felt he was getting anxious so I hurried. I took his belt out of his jeans. He had his eyes closed, so he didn't know what I was doing. I took his dick, gave him a little kiss, a little sucking. Then I stood in front of him. He looked funny, fully erect, hanging from the tree ... Vulnerable for the first time. I raised the belt and before he knew it I hit him across his legs, right below his balls. He opened his eyes wide in pain and saw me raising the belt again. I thought he would jump off the tree and stop me ... but no, he stayed there, looking at me straight in the face, without any expression, maybe a smirk behind his green eyes while I belted him as no one ever did.