THE VENUS OF THE SKINS Rest your foot on your mythological slave woman, devilishly charming; spread your marble body among the myrtles and the agaves. This time I'm sure I got past the first stanza; but in the evening she asked me for the manuscript and I had no copy, so I only remember the beginning. (…) But I also feel that its extraordinary beauty, truly divine, extends magnificent ambushes to me. This is not an attraction of the heart born in me; it is a physical subjection, slow, but, for that very reason, complete. - The Venus of Skins, by Leopold Sacher-Masoch #domme
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