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.

The voluntary captive The speechless the prisoner Which I hide in my very depths.

Is O used by René and Sir Stephen, or does she in fact use them, and...all those irons and chains and obligatory debauchery, to fulfill her own dream-that is, her own destruction and death? And, in some surreptitious way, isn't she in charge of them? Doesn't she bend them to her will?

Debauchery conceived of as a kind of ascetic experience is not new, either for men or for women, but until Story of O no woman to my knowledge had said it.

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

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?

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