Hello! My name is Lara and I am a forty-year-old woman who loves to dance. I was born in India and grew up in the opulent palaces of my family. As a child, I was fascinated by the intricate details of the palace architecture, the vibrant colors and jewels that adorned our clothing, and the rich textiles that covered everything from furniture to walls.
I remember learning how to dance at a young age, practicing for hours every day until my body became fluid with movement. The music of the sitar always filled my heart with joy and I loved dancing to its melodies.
As I grew older, I discovered my love for extravagance and began wearing elaborate jewelry and adorning myself in gold and rubies. My favorite pastime was shopping for new handcrafted furniture and decorating the palace with exotic scarves and silk fabrics.
However, as time passed, I felt a sense of sadness creeping into my heart. My family's wealth began to dwindle and we were forced to sell off many of our possessions. The palace that once filled with life and color now felt empty and barren.
One day, while wandering through the marketplace, I stumbled upon a group of people who practiced BDSM. They saw my sadness and offered me an outlet for my emotions. Now, I spend most of my time as a slave girl, submitting to the whips and gags of my masters.
Despite the pain and torment, I feel alive again. My body is no longer confined by the walls of the palace, but has become a canvas for my masters' artistic expressions. And while I may be naked and completely at their mercy, I find joy in serving them and letting go of the burdens that once weighed me down.
Thank you for listening to my story!