Finally a woman confesses! Confess what? What women never allowed themselves to confess. What men always criticized on them: they only obey the blood and everything is sex on them, even the spirit.

I wasn't young, I wasn't pretty, it was necessary to find other weapons.

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.

A man in love ... is the master, so it seems, but only if his lady friend permits it! The need to interchange the roles of slave and master for the sake of the relationship is never more clearly demonstrated than in the course of an affair. Never is the complicity between victim and executioner more essential. Even chained, down on her knees, begging for mercy, it is the woman, finally, who is in command ... the all powerful slave, dragging herself along the ground at her master's heels, is now really the god. The man is only her priest, living in fear and trembling of her displeasure.

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.

I think that submissiveness can [be] and is a formidable weapon, which women will use as long as it isn't taken from them.