Sweet Camille.  Camille is my girlfriend.  It is the first woman it quite a while that I refer to as “girlfriend.”  We met.  We smiled.  We talked.  Our eyes danced with each other.  Being in each other’s presence gives happiness to the both of us. We made love.  And that gave us more happiness.

Camille is aware that I am a master.  She has an interest in fetishism in regards to clothing.  Like latex, rubber, leather, nylon.  But she told me that she doesn’t like the idea of being submissive.  She told me that she is not a masochist, but that she has a high tolerance for pain.  She told me that 2 years ago, she had her nipples and labia pierced with large jewelry. But since then, she had the jewelry removed.  I suggested that she make a video with me, and explore pain, explore submission in the context of a video.  We have become VERY enamored with each other, so this idea appealed to her.

Before she arrived at my apartment, I arranged the ropes, restraints, nipple clips, clothes pins, floggers, weights.  Items I would use in her REMOVED.  In anticipation of her arrival and our exploration of “the arts,” I found my heart beating rapidly.  I was extremely aroused.  Normally, before I begin a video, I am not this excited.  I realized that I had developed love for Camille, and this ingredient, love, was fueling my excitement.

Once she arrived, I quickly began the video.  I tied a rope around her neck, leaving a long length of rope, simulating a leash and collar.  She was instructed to kneel on the floor, bow, and place her forehead on the floor.  She was left, in this position, in silence for several minutes.  She was then commanded to stand and strip.  I connected her wrists behind her back using restraints.  Then I brought her elbows together using surgical tape.  I have always loved the way a woman’s tits push forward when her elbows are drawn together behind her back.  The rope around her neck was affixed to an eyebolt in the ceiling and she was blindfolded.  I played a CD which featured very soft, dreamy jazz piano music, and I caressed her naked body with a cluster of very soft feathers.  I wanted to relax her but also heighten her awareness.

While still caressing her body with the feathers, I pinched a nipple and pulled it upwards toward the ceiling.  Then, the other nipple, pulling upwards as hard as I could.  Her face remained still, expressionless, as she absorbed the sensations. I next squeezed her breasts as hard as I could, almost pressing my fingers together, THROUGH her breasts.  Still her expression remained still, peaceful.  I love the feel of her firm, natural breasts, so my squeezing continued for several minutes.