Of course, like most summaries, the above is somewhat sketchy. I have not mentioned the quantities of cock that O sucks, or the anal assaults that she sustains, or the various rapes and tortures perpetrated on her by minor characters in the book, or the varieties of whips used, or described her clothing or the different kinds of nipple rouge, or the many ways in which she is chained, or the shapes and colors of the welts on her body. Only the hole between her legs is left to define her, and the symbol of that hole must surely be O. Much, however, even in the rarefied environs of pornography, necessarily interferes with the attainment of utter passivity. And since in addition as a woman one is born guilty and carnal, personifying the sins of Eve and Pandora, the wickedness of Jezebel and Lucretia Borgia, O's transcendence of the species is truly phenomenal. The thesis of O is simple.
Woman is cunt, lustful, wanton.
She must be punished, tamed, debased. She gives the gift of herself, her body, her well-being, her life, to her lover. That, I believe, is what you wanted. Well, I love you, and that is what I want too. O hated herself for her own desire, and loathed Sir Stephen for the self-control he was displaying.