La Reine Elisabeth I disait: “je trouve l’ impossible beaucoup plus intéressant.” The slave I am looking for will not have any rights. The Master decides for everything. You will have to redefine your entire thinking, word for word. You will create a new Dictionary of life, where you will write a new word every day. I ask you to choose between the adventure of a life of slavery which will be renewed every day and a type of middle-class BDSM with a Daddy Dom.
I am writing to you from the library of Luxembourg. Sometimes I come here to work and do my research in the largest library of the world. It is amazing how such a small country with a population of 500.000 could have such a palace of books. I come here at 10.30 in the morning and I leave at 6.00 in the evening, with plenty of notes and after having searched through hundreds of books. Today I am researching the rebirth of the republic of Poland, for a book I am writing on the subject. But my thoughts keep straying to that sensitive opening between a slave and a Master, just as the Master’s finger would softly open your genitals, whenever he wanted it. Nabucco, Verdi’s opera, has a similar beginning. Historical events are the perfect background for a thoroughly romantic plot.
A few things about me: I studied in Geneva and in East Berlin, Political Science and contemporary history. I was a journalist and a political correspondent specializing in Arab countries. I have worked in Beirut, London, New York, Frankfurt, Cyprus, Tel Aviv, Berlin, Strasbourg, Brussels… I am a Belgian citizen, but my family was one of the oldest Jewish families of Poland. My parents escaped the holocaust, the Shoah as we call it. I am an atheist and a communist. I have some trouble reconciling my political beliefs with Domination, but perhaps I am not the only one.
I want you to think about it and decide: will you say yes to adventure or yes to Daddy? Don’t be in hurry to answer, I want you to be sure. The words are always significant in the creation of an initial framework, before submission becomes a reality. There must be rules right away, as far as your behavior and your habits. Word for word, rule after rule, control is required. You do understand that there can be no other way.
Je veux faire de toi une putain, une chienne, une princesse, une salope, une esclave, une souillon, ma propriété et tant d’autres choses. Surtout, je te veux l’objet de ton maître.
If you became my slave, D, I would forbid cynicism and I would demand irony from you. You would be reading Jankelevitch on your knees and go peeing on your self, right there on the floor, after each chapter. You would be acquiring knowledge in the shame of your urine. Irony is the thing that suits slaves. Irony leads them to a personal victory, liberates them from a self-defeating cynicism.
Sadomasochistic thinking does not go through the ass or the cunt. Sadomasochism is born from the word and lives in the word. There are no sadomasochists outside imagination.
Should you wear my collar, you will call me Adon. If not, this will still be a good adventure. Adventure is a word that belongs to nobility.