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nt, I dropped to my
elbows, and we held each other in a tender, peaceful embrace.
Nothing needed to be said. There was a special connection
between us, almost frightening in its power, a recognition of the
self in the other, reality and reflection. We both knew it, just
as we both knew that we had just begun to explore what we could be
together.
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Having -- or being -- a lovely, compliant, responsive slave is
a powerful fantasy. It touches deeply-rooted archetypes of
masculinity and femininity, suggests a quality of mutual obsession
not attainable in the complex, rule-ordered everyday world.
But it also evokes lurid crime-magazine headlines and invites
harsh assessments of your sanity and morality. You admit to having
the fantasy at considerable social risk. You admit to desiring the
reality at even greater risk.
So there is in my library a small collection of books that no
casual visitor sees -- classics like "The Image" and "The Story of
O," newcomers like "9 1/2 Weeks" and "Exit to Eden."
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