Personal sexual narrative involving Jeffrey and Rena with no identifiable public figures

to make others surrender to her extreme force. She could be so opposite all of the sudden and be tenderly intimate with Jeffrey stroking his penis lovingly and even speaking in baby talk to him, which he seemed to adore. He loved us pairing up so much that within months he made Rena an official even renting her an apartment at the same place he had one for me during my extensive trips out to N.Y.C. Sending us out shopping together at all of the underground seedy sex stores downtown we would bring him back thousands of dollars worth of sexy outfits, sex toys and bondage material. His favorite one was a black leather studded collar that lead down the back of my spine to cuff my hands and feet together, offering Rena the most compromising positions to wield her afflictions, one she was excited to pick out for my usage. She was good at eradicating my softer side though. Helping me forge an unpredictable scenario of me turning the tables on her, making her at my will instead of me always being at her twisted discretion. Jeffrey loved the rivalry between us, both striving to dominate the other one but to me it was just another way of surviving her punishment. All for show I thought she was a madman let loose in a torturesome domain of violent sex and unbearable beatings. I wasn’t sure how long I could hold off this charade of S & M, I just didn’t want Jeffrey to think I couldn’t give him everything that she could, always being replaceable in his company. She and | could often come across:as good friends to his blind eye but it was only a matter of time before the animosity inside of me was going to snap. Doing normal things too made it all half bearable. Having a lot of similar interests we did fun things like go to the theatre to watch “Phantom of the Opera” or visit several historical and art museums together, afterwards treating ourselves for a giant piece of greasy N.Y.C style pizza. Like I said, we really liked cach other purely as friends but the dominance in the massage chambers was taking it’s toll on our strange friendship. One average trip back to N.Y.C, she surprised Jeffrey with a six foot by six-foot oil painting of her and I lying nude in a ying and yang position facing each other. Although we were soliciting each other with sexual innuendo the picture was still very carefully orchestrated to perfectly portray the darker side of Jeffrey’s thrills. It was an amazing piece of work, besides the lewdness of it, but she would’ve known that’s exactly what kind of art Jeffrey liked. He was so astounded by her gift as he had previously asked her to construct a small painting of us together but was not expecting anything of this grand magnitude she had presented him with. He lifted her from the ground and twirled her around before he thanked her profusely and embellished her with his profound gratitude, the only thing Jeffrey had to offer, he handed her a small wad of cash as her payment. It was the most appreciation [ had ever 63 1 Copyright Protected Material GIUFFRE004196 seen him show a girl. Obviously moved by her gesture, he got her an exhibit in N.Y.C’s “Metropolitan Museum of Art” where she submitted her very own piece. She sculpted an image of my headshot out of clay, shaping it with the strands of my long hair blowing across my face. I was taken aback myself at her creation. She really did have an amazing talent if not for her meaner streak she would’ve been a great friend. I will never forget Rena, for all of the ups and the downs we endured together. It wasn’t too much longer before I finally had enough of the abuse in the bedroom and I had to tell Jeffrey what I was feeling. She was getting even more violent as time went on, and with her questioning me and Jeffrey why she didn’t get brought on long trips with him, she didn’t get the fact that she was just a tool for him to use. Jeffrey said he was already thinking about getting rid of her off of his “regular list”. He said she was becoming too clingy and he didn’t like clinginess or jealousy. I never even got to say good-bye or take the opportunity to keep her as a friend, like a girlfriend to catch up with once and awhile, but that’s how it was with Jeffrey, one day you sat under the blanket of his comfortably and the next without any warning you could be discarded like yesterdays news. She would’ve taken it hard but that’s the game we were playing and it was for those who knew what lines not to cross. I was further surprised the next day when Jeffrey gave me a thousand dollars to go shopping in downtown Manhattan to find a classy dress, on top of being sent to the exclusive beauty salon of celebrity stylist “Frederic Fekkai” for a new look. It was amazing, to be pampered like royalty. I walked out of there feeling like I had replaced a young girl with a young woman, | felt beautiful. He had yet another surprise in store for me. Ghislane called me and told me | need to go to a photo-developing store and ask them for two I.D photos then bring them downtown to Jeffrey’s Manhattan office. Weird request I thought. | was more used to posing in full body shots being sexually exposed as a gift for Jeffrey. I did as they asked and took my two photos into the office where Jeffrey’s assistant was waiting for my arrival. Still not telling me what the headshots were for, she took them from me and told me to have a seat for a second. A moment later I heard Jeffrey call me into the office. “T like what you’ve done with your hair, you’ve gone more blonde, suits your glowing tan”. I replied with an appreciative “thank-you” for sending me to such a renowned hairstylist, and shopping money. I showed him my finds for the day, an elegant off the shoulder navy blue dress that had two layers that would swoosh and sway with my every stride. lL couldn’t wait to wear it on a special occasion, and 1 wouldn’t have to. The pictures I had to bring to him, as he would proceed to tell me, were for my first passport. I was so excited, we were going to France for a close friend of Jeffrey and Ghislane’s birthday party, famed super-model Naomi 64 CB Copyright Protected Material CONFIDENTIAL GIUFFRE004 197 HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_021176