Who I am finally, if not the long silent part of someone, the secret and nocturnal part which has never betrayed itself in public by any thought, word, or deed, but communicates through subterranean depths of the imaginary with dreams as old as the world itself?

A truly submissive woman is to be treasured, cherished and protected for it is only she who can give a man the gift of dominance.

Lovers and mystics are familiar with this sense of grandeur, this taste of joy - in abandoning oneself to the will of others.

I think I have a repressed bent for the military, I like discipline without question, specific schedules and duties.

Story of O is a fairy tale for another world, a world where some part of me lived for a long time, a world that no longer exists except between the covers of a book.

The fact that he gave her was to him a proof, and ought to be one for her as well that she belonged to him: one can only give what belongs to you.

By my makeup and temperament I wasn't really prey to physical desires. Everything happened in my head.