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The sun was setting over the vast Mongolian steppes as I stood in my sauna, feeling the warmth soak into my skin. As a child of 20 years old, I always felt like an older woman compared to my peers - not just physically, but also emotionally mature beyond their years.
I had never been one for parties or clubs; there was something about the energy of the crowd that always made me feel suffocated and trapped. No, I much preferred the quiet solitude of the steppes at dusk, watching as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky like diamonds scattered across black velvet.
But as a 50-year-old woman now, I found myself drawn to darker passions - ones that allowed me to express my desires without fear or shame. And so, I had created this BDSM dungeon for myself, where I could indulge in the fantasies that haunted me since adolescence: being tied up and helpless yet completely under control at the hands of another.
