Long, long before the shitty "Fifty Shades of Grey" there was a book entitled "Nine and A Half Weeks:,which has been called "the original Fifty Shades of Grey." I don't know if anybody remembers it. A crummy movie was made of it that bore little resemblance to the book, starring Mickey Rourke (before his face was destroyed) and Kim Basinger. Set in New York, it was supposedly the true story of a young professional woman who meets a man, also a young professional, at a street fair and immediately begins a sadomasochistic affair with him. I found a cheap paperback copy of it in a bookstore recently and reread it. It's well-written in spare prose; a good read. The back of the book describes it thus:
"By day she was a high-paid young executive in a Manhattan office. By night she was the willing slave of a man who bathed her, fed her, dressed her...and choreographed her every move in an ecstatic and terrifying ritual of total sexual surrender.
This is not fantasy. It is the actual night-by-night diary of a woman who gave herself unconditionally for nine and a half weeks to a man she hardly knew. It is perhaps the most powerful erotic book ever written by a woman. "
That's kind of laying it on thick, but it is a compelling read. Written under the pseudonym Elizabeth McNeill, it details how he seduces her into submission. He bought all food, cooked all meals, washed all dishes, dressed her and undressed her, read to her, washed and dried her hair, brushed her hair, inserted and extricated tampons, ran her bath every night, took off her makeup. She did nothing....except submit to sexual demands and beatings, which become progressively worse. After nine and a half weeks of being a sex slave she had a mental breakdown and has to be hospitalized. She never sees him again after that and she ends the novel with these lines "what remains is that my sensation thermostat has been thrown out of whack. It's been years and and sometimes I wonder whether my body will ever again register above lukewarm."
The New Yorker did a piece about the author entitled "Who Was The Real Woman Behind "Nine and a Half Weeks?" The real woman was Ingeborg Day. Her life was troubled; her father was a Nazi, one of her children was constantly ill and died at age 7, She had a daughter at the time of her sex slave affair; it's unclear where she was at that time. With her father? She was working for Ms. magazine at the time of the affair. How ironic; working for a feminist magazine during the day, a sex slave at night.
Day put out another memoir "Ghost Waltz" , which dealt with her early life and her father's Nazi activities. It didn't do well, and she fell of the literary map.
Day committed suicide on May 18, 2011, at age seventy, having been ill for several years beforehand. She’d spent years as the primary caregiver for her infirm husband, who died just four days after she did. HarperCollins is scheduled to reissue “Nine and a Half Weeks,” bearing Day’s name for the first time—though no publication date has been set.
Anyone wanting to read about a woman being totally submissive to man who likes to inflict pain during sex should read "Nine and A Half Weeks." It's compelling. And supposedly true.