“No!” The two panthers turned in unison, without consulting each other, towards me, abruptly rejecting my suggestion that the three of them dominate women or men. That said it all. I had no choice but to remain silent. A complicity was forming between the blonde and the brunette, the pale and the dark-skinned, in the middle of the lunch I had organized to bring together these two free and beautiful, wild and sensual women who were destined to meet. I don't remember the rest of the meal. Except that I must have mentioned to them that I had never been submissive and never would be, but submissive, certainly, and also a bit of a whore. Some time later, I received a message from A., my dear accomplice of many years…