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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. |

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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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