She came to slowly. Her head throbbed to the rapid beat of her heart pounding in her chest. The room was full of shadows as she looked around, trying to focus her blurred vision. As the fog over her brain began to lift, she noticed the weight at her wrists, her arms above her head. The cold stone wall behind her pressed into her bare back. She was trapped and she knew it. But she wouldn't give in to the panic wishing to swallow her in its dark depths. She slowed her breathing to calm herslef as she assessed her situation. Suddenly a sound floated in on a damp breeze. Footsteps, firm and quick, approached her silent prison. She held her breath as he approached her through the darkness. He was tall, built. Confidence and power flowed off of him in waves, slamming into her like a raging sea against a rocky shore. But she held no fear of him. She dared to look up into his eyes, showing him her strength, her determination. "Come closer Master," she whispered into the tension filled air. "I don't bite." She grinned wickedly as she saw his surprise at her boldness then his hunger took over.....

This is an example of some of my writing. Enjoy. And please tell me what you think. :)

I stood there gazing into the valley below. The morning mist made the view foggy, as if the valley was protected by an invisible barrier. I rolled my shoulders and flexed my arms to release some of their stiffness. My muscles were sore from tossing and turning all night. I had been traveling for weeks already. I still wasn't used to sleeping on the hard ground.

I was beginning to miss the soft cot that had been mine for so many years. The monks had wanted me to stay but I had insisted on leaving. I needed to find this place, to see where it happened.

I blinked my tired eyes to clear my blurred vision. From the top of the rise I could see the entire valley as the sun slowly rose causing the sky to glow with a soft pink radiance. The sheer beauty was enough to take my breath away.

Tall trees poured into the valley from the mountains surrounding it. Rowan trees the monks called them. They spotted the land, providing shelter for the animals living in the valley. The lush flowers flooding the valley floor blew in the spring breeze. They resembled a sea of soft waves, like the ocean I had read so much about.

Crumbling heaps of rock were all that was left of the houses of the people that once called this place their home. Like broken tombstones, they were scattered among the trees and flowers. Now the valley was nothing more than a cemetery spread out before me.

This was all that was left of Tais, the hidden village of Kengara. It was once a place I too called home. Now it was merely a ghostly shadow floating in the depths of my memory. There was nothing left of the generations of families that once thrived here. Nothing remained but those grey stones that to this day still held the dark, soot smudged marks upon their rough surfaces.

The gentle morning breeze rustled around me causing my cloak’s hood to slide away, revealing the brilliant red hair cascading down my back in soft ripples. I was no longer the innocent little girl I had been on that horrid day so many years ago. My innocence had been taken from me along with all I had known. I had nothing but my vague memories of what life was like here before the terror began. Before my life changed forever.

As I stood breathing in the crisp air, I imagined I could still hear the screaming of the people as they died. So many lost their lives at the hands of the invading men. The shouts of rage and fear had echoed through the evening air that night. Our village had been set upon by an army out only for blood and death. The valley was torn apart by their rampage. The flames they started ate away at everything in their path.

The memory of blood and smoke flooded my senses. The feel of death still seemed to linger in the air here. Or maybe it was just my memories conjuring the long ago ghosts of an ancient battlefield. A memory of the people forever etched into the land.

I barely noticed the rays of the spring sun as they heated my flesh, wrapping me in it's warm blanket, so lost was I to the memories that shimmered before my eyes. I felt no pain as my legs buckled beneath me, my knees slamming into ground where I had stood. I stayed there, down in the grass, and stared at my past. My head throbbed with the dark memories. A ringing began in my ears. Like a wall of water, my memories washed away the world in which I lived, plunging me into a living nightmare. My breathing was ragged as that long ago fear gripped my heart once more. Broken emotions I longed to forget.

How do you see into one's soul? How can you read a mind? To tell when one's heart is gold, a gift on which to dine. What do you see in another's eyes? What can you feel at his touch? A life of violence and lies, a world of caring too much. To love a spirit pure of heart, a creature of darkened coal. A gentle creation of innocent art, a monster of a tortured soul. 

A wise friend once told me that home is where the heart is. But where is home when you have no heart? How does one live without love in their life? I guess thats why I sometimes feel like Im slowly dying for I have yet to find that Love that makes me want to breathe every breath I take just so I can be here to see that one person smile at me each morning.

I feel that my submission is a gift only given to the one that completes me. The one that makes me feel whole, makes me want to strive to grow as a person. My submission is not freely given so no I won't call you Sir or Master. I know how to show respect. I show it to everyone unless they give me a reason not to. However, respect doesn't mean I have to call you by some fancy title just because you are titled a Dominant on your profile.

I am first and foremost a person with a brain. I have a voice and being submissive doesn't stop me from voicing my feelings and opinions. A Dominant that respects and cares for his submissive knows that her voice is a part of her, it helps make her who she is. After all who I am inside is why people like me, its not just because I have a pretty face or a submissive title on some kinky site.

Too many people on here, on both sides and sexes, forget that we are first people before we are the titles we prance around with. If you truely want a happy partnership with someone wether it be on here in the life of kink or in a plain old vanilla playing field, first you need to get to know that person for who they are on the inside. Try being friends with someone. Ask about their hobbies and passions, not their kinks and fetishes. Sure those have to match too but so do the normal things. After all I want someone I can actually stand to be around when I'm not tied up and naked. Don't you?

You hear his cry apon the night, a sorrowful moan of pain. Lonliness incarnate, everything to lose while nothing to gain. His body trembles in his skin, a quaking deep to the bone. Fear and hunger haunt his dreams, he walks this path alone. His queen he watches deep in the dark, her glow a sense of Hope. Yet alone still he travels, single prints left apon Earth's barren slope. Seasons change and time moves on, still his grief never fades. Eyes so piercing aglow with flame, a passion for life 'til the end of days.

 ~MoonGoddessHope