It was the pure effervescence of the unexplored, an intimate cartography guided by the ghost of a desire that wove arabesques in the mind. Everyday nudity metamorphosed, dressing itself in the nocturnal elegance of leather and the ethereal caress of lace. The heels rose like pedestals of a new identity, makeup became a secret language, and a black wig fell like a curtain over the old face. Even before the conjugal bonds were untied, she sought in her old companion the ancestral secrets of blush, draping, and feminine dance.

In the fullness of her forty autumns, with the solidity of a built life, she began to explore the depths of sadism, while the shadow of marriage still stretched behind her. It was a kindred spirit, a navigator of those dark waters, who finally lifted the veil to the sanctuary that her spirit yearned for. Thus, on a day etched in her memory like a branding iron, with the intensity of the first light, she transformed into a true "CD slave", as she herself sentenced.

Her movements were trapped in the restrictive caress of leather cuffs, chains that denied freedom to her arms. A blindfold, like an eclipse, darkened her gaze, and obedience flowed without reserve before the dictates of that master, a name found in the virtual labyrinths of a social network. Before that crucial moment, words wove invisible bridges in the chat, social media was the stage for an incipient dialogue, until skin met skin in a public space. "It was a scrutiny of glances, seeking the resonance of the same heartbeat", she explains. And they found it. Now, her body trembles before more intense stimuli, a symphony of sensations that, she assures, expands the limits of pleasure. It's an enigma to hear her talk about humiliations and submissions when in her daily life her voice traces the paths of decision.

"But in the bedroom of my desire, I shun command. I yearn for submission", she smiles, revealing the paradox that inhabits her being. "I know it's an apparent contradiction".

"It's not about the roles imposed by gender. Nor am I a submissive shadow in the theater of my daily life. And I deeply recognize myself as a fetishist: high heels are my allies, black lingerie adorned with lace, my second skin".

(Dedicated to a submissive CD with whom I had the pleasure of having an encounter and which derived into a accumulation of concerns on her part, she knows who she is)