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Qui suis-je

I am in theatrical, erotic game played with mutual consent.
I like all kinds of role-play
- strict schoolteacher
- ManWoman for Girliboy
- Jailer
- Cross-dresser -Modelling school for girliboys
- Opener of male vaginas, - -Merciless doctor - Cowler,
- Corseter,
- Suspender;
- Binder,
- Listener, teller-
- Tamer,
- Pisser,
- Buggeress...



"I tie them up like when we used to play Cowboys & Indians. I put on my polished leather shorts and thigh boots. I take my long whip. It cracks on their backs like on the galley slaves in "the Sea Eagle". I listen to their emotions. I calm their pains: the pains I have inflicted and the pains of their lives. As the confessor of the unsaid and the sin they are about to commit, I am she who enables them to become men."


From my book
Fourth page of cover : Françoise Maîtresse collection Digraphe éditions Mercure de France
© Copyright ed Gallimard
5, rue Sébastien Bottin 75007 Paris.

When I was taking my first steps as Maîtresse, with no photos on the Internet, I was asked, “Are you beautiful?”
I used to hate describing myself. I felt it was humiliating. One cannot claim one is beautiful because beauty has no criteria. It is foolish to claim that one only loves intelligence, as it means setting oneself up as cleverer than others by judging them stupid or vulgar. A mistress is only a Goddess, an Ice Queen driven by “maternal coldness” (thanks, Sacher), for the length of a dream, with the hope that the dream is renewed as often as possible. While I am imperious during the special moments, in everyday life may I keep my hieratic appearance but my heart will never ice over.

I expressed this with derision in my book:

‘I have often been asked whether I am beautiful. Sometimes I reply, “Yes. I’m dark and Latin-looking, with long hair, dark brown eyes, sublime, intelligent, fantastic!” Smile...
When I want to ease the pain of the whip, I caress the aching parts with my breasts. They are heavy, overflowing, full, maternal. I’m the wrong sort of person with the right kind of style.
I was twelve. May last memory of the father who turned me on is of him looking at a young woman, saying, “She has a slightly vulgar, loutish side that attracts and fascinates men.”
”Daddy, do men marry women like that?”
”They do, dear, if they don’t want a boring life.”
I nurture a chic, sexy wardrobe. I wear black stockings, often with seams, and stiletto heels, both around town and on the stage. With dishevelled hair, short tapering skirts and waisted Mugler or Alaïa jackets, I keep up that vulgar, slightly loutish side to my image, because I’m instinctive and sensual. I’ll take hormones until I die to remain a whole, bleeding woman in my sex and body, even if I’m a wild animal in my head.”

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Première édition
Gallimard
www.alapage.com
Edition poche
la Musardine
Boutique Demonia
Edition Espagnole Tusquet
www.fnac.es
Edition Italienne rupture chercher dans les Livres d'occasion

 

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