Françoise Maîtresse
It’s a pic, it’s an image, it’s a book. It’s a little bit more for me : it’s also a memory. I met her 21 years ago.
Not for my first sadomasochist experience, but for my first sadomasochistic experience in Paris. Not a classical one, for my tastes, but a fetishist one. I were a “chauffeur”/ a driver. With three others mistress, she was back from a fetish ball in London