Knowing that if she stayed that she would loose the very assents of herself. She jumped upon her horse, not knowing where she was heading only away as far as she could get from where she was.
Not wanting to be found she changed her name, being unsure of whom she was anymore, wandering from town to town. Never staying long as she never felt she belonged or felt comfortable within her own skin.
She began a journey of trying to wash away the memories and the feel of the Lord who had damaged her so, by allowing other men to do as they pleased with her. She fell into the world of lust, bondage and pain. Her heart having been turn to stone, allowing these men to control her. Most of which was painful, but some was tender and very pleasurable.
She became submissive to all who wanted her and in return she stopped feeling anything until one morning when she awoke from one of the worst nights of her life. As she awoke and every inch of her body seized with pain, as she opened her hazel eyes and looked upon her wrists seeing the rope burns and then looking to her ankles seeing the same. As she slowly stood to walk and almost falling to her knees she managed to draw a bath as she lowered her frail body into the hot water. The pain shooting threw her body, from the welts upon her buttocks, knowing she must soak as not to get any infections. As she lay still in the hot bath and the water lapping over her, she could feel between her thighs as tho someone had ripped her open , biting her lower lip and breathing deeply to stay in the water to cleanse her, torn skin.
Finally finding the pain easing as she lay there, closing her eyes she knew she could not take any more and had enough knowledge that these men and women had not played by the rules. In fear for herself and of others like her, she knew the only way to teach this and to make sure others did not fall into this trap, that she must become as them and from the top position be able to protect herself and other submissive to this kind of treatment. That morning Mistress Amore was born.
Swearing that she would never own another, and to be a Mistress of Love. After she healed she emerged, from her room, head held high and a walk of pride a confidence that she had not felt in a very long time. Knowing that never again she would bow to any.
She wandered in the realms that she once was submissive and listened and corrected all the errors she heard, making sure all the lil ones knew that they had the right to say no. She made love with tenderness and great passion. Slowly her stone heart became one of love and passion and beating with desire and passion. Her desire and love of life returned. Her want of a home returned. She as well had been overwhelmed by all that seeked her time and needed to rest. Not knowing how to turn away the ones that seeked her out and showing them the love and tenderness that was possible.
Finally knowing she must fine a place to call home she took a chance and entered one of the great castles.
Unsure of her if she would be welcomed as who she had become, as she was feeling uncomfortable in the surroundings she recognized a familiar face of years ago. Taking a chance and approaching the Lady, whispering whom she was. To her surprised instead of being turned away, she was welcome open armed.
She found that A/all at this home welcomed her and accepted her for who she was and soon her heart knew that she had again found a home.
