JJ untied my hands from the post. I slumped to the floor. The tiles felt cold on my skin. It was a relief from the sting of the whip and the heat.

JJ started to whip my front. He was getting more into the role-play, he kicked me a couple of times, pushing me with his boot. How he wears boots in the summer, I will never know.

I wondered how I looked through the camera. Before meeting JJ I used myself as my own model in many series of photos. I basically knew what I loooked like through a lense. I loved pointing the camera and not knowing what was going to come out. Sometimes that can make for a much more interesting photo.

In this case the camera was being wielded by someone else, so was the whip. I didn't know if I liked feeling this helpless. The recipe was 1 part my need to have someone do this to me and 1 part the horrible need to have JJ love me for this. Pathetic, to say the least.

It was in New York when we first discussed the possibility of having a camera in our games. In fact one evening I had the camera running, but the lack of space and the terrble light, not to mention the silly location, a disorganized office, didn't make for a nice image no matter how nice she was whipped and how intense. But when we were back in the tropics of Bolivia, on our way to make a new documentary, financed by the government of the area, I decided that it was time to begin Jane's training. Our second session happened in a hotel room.

There was very little light, the room itself was not attractive, but there was a column in the middle of the room, a nice place where I could tie Jane up. I had the camera, the whipe a long piece of rope that always travelled with us and a piece of wook I found in Margot's garden.

Jane was excited. She was going to do it for the camera now. The first session didn't count, and all the time we played with the whip and the rope it was strictly personal.