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May 10th

I'm back in the country side of France, my dad's place. The old house still has the ghosts of the past and it's really messy here. Tomorrow we'll work on a short session, JJ already saw the possibilities up in the den where we sleep. Dad and JJ had a long conversation... philosophy, they get along very well, same generation, almost. Same experience, almost. It's funny because JJ was a rocker and discovered Led Zeppelin when they begun in the 60's.... my father discovered Led Zeppelin three years ago.

We went climbing, my dad and I. JJ didn't know what we were up to, what it meant, so he didn't take the camera, he's sorry he didn't. When he saw me going up the rocky wall, hanging by my fingertips and stepping on the edges with my toes, he was truly impressed. He tried to inch himself up a meter but couldn't .... so he was down there, looking up at me climbing up and up and up.

On our way back home he didn't stop talking about it. Now he understands why I can take so much physical stress and pain and now he believes I can take more

He says I'm , totally courageous. He wants me forever.

May 15th

We did it, uh, it was intense, at least more intense than before. We even decorated the "set" a bit, to give a better feeling to the video. It's a kind of rehearsal, that's all, but we decided to make it look nicer than before. We got a heavy rope, a piece of wood and we made arrows, six or seven of them but I felt that it was too much so we used only four. We also made four thick spikes for my hands and feet.

I was to wear a ripped t shirt, black.

It wasn't really covering me, since my breasts and ass were exposed. It was just to have something on.

He tied me to the wood, cross like, my arms spread open. He fastened the rope to the ceiling. I was standing on my toes and very uncomfortable, facing the back of the room. He opened the ripped t-shirt a bit more, to expose my back and began whipping me. Even if it was the same routine it felt different, every time it feels different, every stroke of the whip on by bare back feels different.

Sometimes he's more intense than others and I think he also follows my intensity. There are moments that I probably don't feel like doing it. It's like sex. It's sex... right?

He whipped my back for a while and then turned me around to lash my breasts and belly and legs. He stroke my breast many times, and my nipples were erect. At one point he hit them so hard that I almost died. I promised myself to make him pay.

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