At 48, I Discovered I Like Being Dominated... The Slave Took Me From Behind and Didn't Stop Until
At 48, I Discovered I Like Being Dominated... The Slave Took Me From Behind and Didn't Stop Until... The gold-framed, worn mirror in my room doesn’t lie, though I wish it would. At 48 years old, the image that returns to my gaze is that of a woman whom time forgot to consult. My hair, still dark but with strands of silver that insist on shining under the candlelight, is always tied up in a bun so tight it seems to want to contain my thoughts as well. I am Flávia, the Baron’s sister, the widow of a man whose face I sometimes find difficult to remember clearly. My wedding to Dr. Arnaldo was an event that brought the province to a standstill. I was young, full of silent expectations, ready to assume the role of wife that society expected of me. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Three weeks. That was the length of my married life. A sudden and merciless fever took Arnaldo before the scent of the altar flowers had even dissipated from our house. He left, leaving me with the ti...