Le Cirque des Fétiches
Le Cirque des Fétiches The maîtresse de cérémonie stood in the middle of the room with a long-handled whip, as tall as she, held in her right hand, the thong and popper of which, combined, were of the same length as the handle. Long black hair, dark red lips, blood red nails made the first impression on the viewer. Her black eye make-up set off her blue eyes that watched everything, every maneuver; each subtle glance making sure that the entire performance was exact. She wore satin shorts, a satin jacket, black stockings and six-inch black patent leather platform heels. During the performances, she used her whip selectively, mostly for noise, to emphasize direction, to assure goal were met, to assure a perfect performance, and, truth be told, to reinforce who was boss. It had …