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Author:

Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs, (Translated from the German by Fernanda Savage), Privately Printed, New York, 1921, 208 pp.



  • Venus in Furs

    Venus in Furs - 1

    Erotic novel (1921)

    par Leopold von Sacher-Masoch

    "Don’t you know me yet? Yes, I am cruel—since you take so much delight in that word-and am I not entitled to be so? Man is the one who desires, woman the one who is desired. This is woman’s entire but decisive advantage. Through his passion nature has given man into woman’s hands, and the woman who does not know how to make him her subject, her slave, her toy, and how to betray him with a smile in the end is not wise."
    "Exactly your principles," I interrupted angrily.
    "They are based on the experience of thousands of years," she replied ironically, while her white fingers played over the dark fur. "The more devoted a woman shows herself, the sooner the man sobers down and becomes domineering. The more cruelly she treats him and the more faithless she is, the worse she uses him, the more wantonly she plays with him, the less pity she shows him, by so much the more will she increase his desire, be loved, worshipped by him. So it has always been, since the time of Helen and Delilah, down to Catherine the Second and Lola Montez." (Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs).


  • Venus in Furs

    Venus in Furs - 2

    Erotic novel (1921)

    par Leopold von Sacher-Masoch

    "Do you want to be my slave?"
    "There is no equality in love," I replied solemnly. "Whenever it is a matter of choice for me of ruling or being ruled, it seems much more satisfactory to me to be the slave of a beautiful woman. But where shall I find the woman who knows how to rule, calmly, full of self-confidence, even harshly, and not seek to gain her power by means of petty nagging?"
    "Oh, that might not be so difficult."
    "You think—"
    "I—for instance—" she laughed and leaned far back—"I have a real talent for despotism—I also have the necessary furs—but last night you were really seriously afraid of me!"
    "Quite seriously."
    "And now?"
    "Now, I am more afraid of you than ever!" (Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs).


  • Venus in Furs

    Venus in Furs - 3

    Erotic novel (1921)

    par Leopold von Sacher-Masoch

    "But, Severin," replied Wanda, almost angrily, "do you believe me capable of maltreating a man who loves me as you do, and whom I love?"
    "Why not, if I adore you the more on this account? It is possible to love really only that which stands above us, a woman, who through her beauty, temperament, intelligence, and strength of will subjugates us and becomes a despot over us."
    "Then that which repels others, attracts you."
    "Yes. That is the strange part of me."
    "Perhaps, after all, there isn’t anything so very unique or strange in all your passions, for who doesn’t love beautiful furs? And everyone knows and feels how closely sexual love and cruelty are related."
    "But in my case all these elements are raised to their highest degree," I replied.
    "In other words, reason has little power over you, and you are by nature, soft, sensual, yielding."
    "Were the martyrs also soft and sensual by nature?"
    "The martyrs?"
    "On the contrary, they were supersensual men, who found enjoyment in suffering. They sought out the most frightful tortures, even death itself, as others seek joy, and as they were, so am I—supersensual."
    "Have a care that in being such, you do not become a martyr to love, the martyr of a woman." (Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs).


  • Venus in Furs

    Venus in Furs - 4

    Erotic novel (1921)

    par Leopold von Sacher-Masoch

    She went over to the fire-place, took the whip from the mantle-piece, and, watching me with a smile, let it hiss through the air; then she slowly rolled up the sleeve of her fur-jacket.
    "Marvellous woman!" I exclaimed.
    "Silence, slave!" She suddenly scowled, looked savage, and struck me with the whip. A moment later she threw her arm tenderly about me, and pityingly bent down to me. "Did I hurt you?" she asked, half- shyly, half-timidly.
    "No," I replied, "and even if you had, pains that come through you are a joy. Strike again, if it gives you pleasure."
    "But it doesn’t give me pleasure."
    Again I was seized with that strange intoxication.
    "Whip me," I begged, "whip me without mercy." (Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs).


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