The Via Crucis of Camille - Crux 2

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I was nearing the end of the first part of the session. A few more lashes and it would be done. Camille wasn't moaning as loud as the beginning, she was faint although her expression of pain was clear.

Her back was sweating, I could see the bright spots of her sweat reflecting the light, specially over the curve of her ass. She was a sight, of course, the beauty of her body was evident and I only wished that the camera was capturing what I saw.

I threw the last lash to Camille's back, her body went soft, the tension in her legs left, her arms stretched. We were done. I looked in silence as she hanged, her back covered in nasty and bleeding welts. Her loin cloth half way down her pretty ass.

The camera recorded that moment as my brain kept the memory of the moment for later remembrances.

The session wasn't over, there was a lot ahead and I had one definite plan. I was going to try something, a little moment from the film I had in mind. But that would be later. I was going to let Camille rest for a little while before I whipped her again.

I approached Camille to lower her. I could smell her sweat, her sweet, young, smell. I let the fragance linger in my nose for a while as I released the rope that was holding her up from the hook I placed on the wooden post. I held the rope firmly to lower her slowly.

The pressure of the shackles on her wrists was evident. She had been hanging for some time, most of the weight of her body rested on her wrists, part of it on her toes as she struggled to maintaing her balance up on the wood.

She didn't complain at all about the discomfort. She didn't give me any signs that she could not take it. She stayed on that uncomfortable piece of wood for a long time and I knew it was not pleasant.

Camille's feet touched the floor after sliding off the sharp wood. I held the rope to let her hang for a bit before letting her down slowly. Her head was thrown back, her hair swinging freely. She let her weight pull her down, making my task a bit harder. I was holding her up, she had no longer any control as far as how fast she would go down. It was up to me.

Whipping her was not the hard part of the session, it never was. It was the transitions where the difficulties came up. How to get from A to B, that was the task. That's where I could make things very different, where the drama took on different directions all the time.

This was the moment where I could be the most creative. It was also the moment where Camille could do something different. This time she chose to be unconscious, letting her body follow the laws of gravity while I fought to have gravity work for me.

Camille reached the floor, her head hanging over her shoulder, her body limp. Her breathing was soft as if there were a few gasps left in her. The beating had been long, I could feel it in my arm that grew tired. I remember well the very first time I had all day to whip a girl.

We met at my room in the house we both lived in. We were young, in love and we were playing my games from very early in our relationship. We skip school that day and locked ourselves in the room to make love and play. I tied her up on the bed, her wrists to the front of the bed, her feet at the rail at the end of the bed. She was naked, face down. I had three diferent whips to play with and I began.

I saw the welts raise on her back and buttocks, the target of the whipping, I saw her shake in pain, contort her body as the whip fell on her.

But what surprised me the most was how tiring it was on the arms.

The Via Crucis of Camille - Crux 2 - Part 1

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