I was feeling like I was at a point where we could stop for a while. I didn't want to say it, I wanted JJ to read it on my face. He read instead, "Go on, I'm fine, really!". So we went on.

JJ stopped for a moment to frame a closer 3/4 shot. And he continued to whip me. The whip was raising red welts all over my front and some on my sides, where the whip wrapped its stinging tip around my flesh.

I kept thinking about Camille. I had never met her at this point. JJ and I were just beginning our relationship, Camille was an image. JJ talked about her all the time, I was under the impression that he wasn't over her. I think JJ thought that talking about her was supposed to make me more comfortable doing these things with him. What he didn't realize is that I'd been doing this kind of thing with others, before I met JJ.

His talk of Camille made me feel insignifigant, like I was supposed to be her replacement. I wanted to be better. I wanted to be more.

Jane and I embarked on a journey that afternoon, when she proposed to move in with me before we even kissed. A journey that took us from La Paz, to New York, to Boston, and back to La Paz and to many small cities in the jungles of Bolivia, all of it in two months.

From the moment she moved in she was under the whip. On my bed, at the hotel in Miami during a stop over in our way to New York, In Boston, at her ex boyfriend's parent's flat where we had a great four post bed for our cruel games. When we arrived in Boston we went to the house, she had the keys. The minute we were in the house I had her stand in front of the kitchen sink, whipped her belly and dared her to show it off.

Her ex boyfriend arrived, a happy lad, and she proudly showed her belly welts to him as badges of honor from her new found love. The ex was amused. After he left I made her strip, and told her to drag herself from the kitchen to the bedroom, a long way, while I followed her whipping her naked, slow moving body.

Once in the bedroom I tied her to the back posts of the bed and whipped her until she slid down to her knees. Then I whipped her some more on the floor before I made her get up, turned her around to face me, tied her up spread eagle and went on again. I had to take full advantage of that awesome bed.