I imagine that the goddess of Love has come down from Olympus to visit a mortal. So as not to die of cold in this modern world of ours, she wraps her sublime body in great heavy furs and warms her feet on the prostrate body of her lover. I imagine the favorite of this beautiful despot, who is whipped when his mistress grows tired of kissing him, and whose love only grows more intense the more he is trampled underfoot. I shall call the picture "Venus in Furs
Leopold von Sacher-MasochAlas, woman is faithful as long as she loves, but you demand that she be faithful without love and give herself without enjoyment. Who is cruel then, woman or man?
Leopold von Sacher-MasochThe person who doesn't know how to subjugate will all too quickly feel the other's foot on the nape of his neck.
Leopold von Sacher-MasochVenus in Furs has caught his soul in the red snares of hair. He will paint her, and go mad.
Leopold von Sacher-Masoch