"Morning Lucille, already working, that's the spirit! Once you're done with your bedroom, go upstairs and sweep the floor too. Other than that, are you liking your new golden cuffs?"
"Greetings Mother, I will take care of it. And yes, I quite like them, they match perfectly with my collar, thank you!"

A few days had passed. I obviously had no intention of doing Mother’s chores, so I waited for her to walk away before sneaking into her private library. I was trying to figure out how to move one of the bookshelves when I spotted a small, unusual altar. When I pressed the eye icon on top of it, I heard a click, and something happened.

The back shelf began to slide into the ground, revealing a small room hidden behind that left me astonished. So Mother really did keep a secret garden of her own!

I stepped inside, gazing at the chests likely overflowing with gold coins. Mother had a desk with a ledger and maps of Skyrim and Tamriel. A Thief’s outfit was displayed neatly in the room’s corner, along with a statue of a deity that attracted me somehow.

I took a closer look; it was Nocturnal, the goddess of the night and darkness. Why did Mother have a statue of this deity hidden away? ? Speaking of the devil, I heard her voice coming through the back.
"She’s magnificent, don’t you think? The oldest and most mysterious of the Daedric Princes, who promises fortune to those worshipping her."

"Enough with the mysteries, Mother! I'm a grown woman now, and I refuse to be kept in the dark any longer! Tell me everything about your shady activities. I just want to help you and get involved!"
"I guess you deserve a proper answer... Alright, let's have lunch first and I'll fill you in completely, I promise."

"Come on, Lucille, eat up! Your body needs those nutrients to stay healthy!"
"I'm not feeling that hungry... Also, forgive me, Mother. I shouldn't have yelled at you earlier..."
"No worries, you've got spirit! I'm glad my daughter can defy authority even though she's supposed to be enslaved. Anyway, bon appétit!"

After lunch, we went out onto the terrace overlooking the lake. I listened quietly to Mother's narrative.
"Your father and I met when we were enemies in the Reach conflict. We fell in love, dreamed of a life away from the war, and you came along. Unfortunately, that foolish Madanach was captured, and your father tried to rescue him. I never saw my husband since. I got you to safety, then I vowed to uncover your father's fate, whatever it takes. Thus, my Eclipse persona, my connections, and lately, I've turned to the mystical with Nocturnal. Now you know pretty much everything... Come on, let's go for a walk!"

I followed Mother down the stairs to a small dock. She stretched, unburdened by the weight of her past actions.
"Where are we going, Mom? Shouldn't we get changed first?"
"Oh, who cares! All that honest talk put me in the mood for a dip!"

Mother got undressed and headed into the water. She didn't give a damn about her modesty, much to my shock and discomfort.
"Mom! People might see you naked!"
"Stop being so shy, Lucille! Take off that dress and come join me, or I won't tell you about this afternoon's surprise."

Once in the lake, I no longer worried about my nudity. The water was refreshing, and Mother quickly made me feel at ease.
"What are we going to do this afternoon, Mother? It feels weird to say it like that, I'm so excited!"
"Do you remember when Sammy came by to give me a note? That was about a time and place for a meeting with a Skooma dealer. This afternoon, in the Ratway. You're coming with me, but I'm going to remind you of the rules. Out in public, you're my slave and I'm your mistress, so you'll have to behave accordingly. No one will bother you since I'll be around. If you don't play your part well..."

She moved closer, grabbed one of my arms, and placed her hand on my stomach.
"I'll tickle some sense into you, got it, Lucille?"
"Ahahah! Okay, okay, I'll be good!"

We went inside the Ratway, to one section called Beggar's Brawl Arena. Mom knew the place and showed me around.
"Welcome to the vice's lair! It's quiet during the day but crowded in the evening. You can gamble, play games, fight in the cage or drink. Don't mind the blood on the floor though."
"You could at least provide me some footwear, it's not very clean down here..."
"Sorry, but I have a policy: all my slaves must be barefoot. It’s to remind them of their status, alongside the collar around their neck."
"Yeah, and definitely not to check out their feet, right Mistress?"

Mom and I ended up in a private room where I fulfilled my slave role perfectly, kneeling and staring down as a sign of submission while Mother discussed business with an Argonian.
"I'll buy you a new shipment of Skooma for next month. The usual price."
"I don't think so, Eclipse. Rumor has it you blew your recent business at the cave. From now on, the price just doubled."
"You damn snake! Are you trying to milk me for extra gold? Not a chance!"
"In that case, you can leave. I have other customers waiting. Have a nice day."

"Keep doing your business like this, and you'll see how karma will come back to bite you!"
"Mistress, if I may..."
"Not now slave. I'll make sure to punish you like hell!"

As we were heading for the exit, Mother ran into an acquaintance who was having a drink.
"Maven."
"Teresa."
"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to become the next Jarl or something?"
"That can wait; I have some business to conduct here first. Now, who's that beauty behind you?"

Maven inspected me like I was some kind of merchandise. She was intimidating, making me nervous to speak. Luckily, Mother came to my aid. 
"I allow you to speak, slave. You may proceed." 
"I... I'm nobody. I was enslaved by bandits and then bought back by Mistress, to whom I owe my life."
"Interesting. Since we’re in an arena, I’d like to organize a fight. You against the champion. If you win, you’ll be a free woman again. If you lose, I’ll become your Mistress. Teresa, what do you think?"

"Let's make this combat worthwhile, shall we? I'll step into the cage with her, and I'm betting 3,000 gold coins on our victory. Either you bet the same amount on our defeat, or we're leaving. What do you say, Maven? Don't you want to see me get smacked down?"
"A handicap match? Fine, if you're so confident about your fighting skills, prove it. Beggar's rags only, match ends by submission or knockout."
"Don't worry, I know the rules! Just line up your gold coins; I'll collect them afterwards."

We went down to a dressing room next to the arena to get changed. I was worried, but having Mother by my side gave me hope for the best. 
"Are you sure about this? I mean... I know a few moves, but without magic, I'm powerless."
"Relax, Lucille, I've seen the champion fight before. He's beatable, but we'll have to play dirty. Okay, let's get dressed and warm up a bit."

I started stretching while Mom practiced her kicks on the training dummy. She looked so composed and upbeat, just like someone with a lifetime of experience to back it up.
"Damn, Mother... I mean, Mistress, I didn't know you were so good at close combat. Where did you learn that?"
"When we're together alone, you can call me Mother, my dear daughter. After more than a decade of training with the Imperial Legion, so to speak, I can hold my own if I have to fight unarmed. But against today's opponent, who is tall and strong, we'll have to use some cunning. Focus on his legs or his nuts. Once he's on the ground, it's game over."

Mother and I stepped into the arena, under Maven’s piercing gaze from above. The champion was a two-meter-tall giant Nord with arms as thick as my thighs. I was a little nervous, but Mom remained completely unfazed.
"So... I'm supposed to beat up these two women, an old lady and a little brat? Sounds like a piece of cake."
"Bring it on, big jerk, and see what an old lady is made of!"

The fight began, and the champion didn't waste any time; he rushed to hit us with a double clothesline. His speed took me by surprise, and I fell to the ground, while Mom, being far better balanced, managed to stay on her feet.

I tried to sit back up and saw Mother attempt to kick the Nord's head. His hand blocked my mom's attack with such force that it shocked her fully.
"Cute foot, woman, but I don't think so. Let me show you how it's done!"

In the champion's eyes, we were nothing but his playthings. He lifted Mother so easily and slammed her to the ground. I quickly got back up to strike back and targeted the Nord's crotch.
"Hands off my Mistress, you bastard!"

My move didn't have the desired effect; the champion turned his full attention on me, and I could tell he was really pissed off.
"You little pest, how dare you! Get ready to be punished by a real man!"

As I tried to run away, the giant caught up with me, lifted me up, and held me still. I was completely helpless, at his mercy. My only hope lay in Mother's assistance to free me from this tight spot.
"I'm going to take my time and enjoy making you submit, slave!"
"Never, you pig!"
"Your Mistress is beaten, you belong to me now!"

Mother caught the champion off guard with a vicious kick to between his legs. He cried out in pain and relaxed his grip on my chest, allowing me to slip free. 
"No one touches my enslaved girl except me! Is that clear enough for you, champ?"
"Mistress. . . Thank you!"

We had an opening, we had our shot at revenge! I punched my fists into his crotch while Mother delivered a powerful kick just below his chin. The Nord lost his balance and started to fall heavily.
"Alright, let's end this! A downward elbow strike to finish him off!"

The mother-daughter duo worked like a charm, much to Maven's astonishment. She never thought the arena's champion would suffer such a crushing defeat.
"Aim for the throat, show no mercy!"
"Yes, Mistress! Here I come!"

I couldn't believe it, but we had done it, we were victorious! I felt so relieved to have not let Mother down. She was happy for me too, she eagerly lifted my arm high in the air and celebrated our triumph in the arena. Maven, still behind and above us, felt disgusted but kept a straight face to maintain appearances for the few people inside.
"Well done, Teresa. You and your slave fought hard, so enjoy your prize."

We got dressed and then collected the winnings from the match. Maven was waiting at the Beggar's Brawl Arena entrance, but Mom decided to snub her before we headed out. 
"I told you I was going to take that gold from you, didn’t I, Maven? My dear slave, show some respect, will you?
"It was an honor to meet you, Maven, and I hope I proved myself worthy of your time."
"Hmph. We're not done yet, Teresa. You'd better watch your back!"

Outside, the sunset cast its glow over Riften. Mother and I took a moment to talk about what we had just been through. 
"What's wrong, Lucille? You suddenly look worried. It's because of Maven, right?"
"Yeah, she's really scary. Who is she, exactly? I have a feeling you two have some past history together."
"The matriarch and head of the Black-Briar family. Their mansion is right behind us, by the way. They’re known for their famous locally produced mead, but they also have ties to the Thieves’ Guild and the Dark Brotherhood. Maven has been trying to get rid of me for several years, with no success. Come on, let's go home."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you! I won the 3,000 gold coins from Maven, but I also made 2,000 gold coins off the Argonian dealer. That’ll serve him right for betting against me... I mean, us!"
"5,000 gold coins in one afternoon... Wow! Must be nice you didn't get your hands on that Skooma shipment. You should thank me, really!"
"Don't push your luck, Lucille! You're still 5,000 gold coins short, but hey, at least it's a step in the right direction!"

Mom and I stopped on the bridge right next to her residence to admire the sun's reflection upon the lake. 
"Sometimes, I pause whatever I'm doing and clear my mind by staring at the horizon. It gives me hope, for a brighter tomorrow.

Do you ever do that, Lucille?"
"Yeah, I do. When I discovered that my parents could be in Skyrim, that’s when I started hoping to reunite with them. I'm glad I made it happen, despite the circumstances." 
"Me too, my daughter, me too..."

"You know what? I've decided to give you something Lucille. As a reward for your efforts today, I'm releasing you from slavery. I trust your choices and actions, you are my grown-up daughter, after all!"
"Wait... Really? I... I don't know what to say, thanks, Mother!"
"We're always in public... When I need you as my slave for business purposes, you'll proudly take back this role, understood?"
"Of course, as long as I can stay by your side, I'm fine with it!"

I was so filled with positive emotions that I threw my arms around Mother's neck. All I wanted right now was to catch up on lost time and work together as a family. 
"I haven't got the chance to tell you this, but I love you, Mother! You're an amazing person!"
"Haha, that's enough love for one day! Let's take off that collar so you can show me your magic skills. Do you have the same orange lightning spells as your father?"
"Yes! So it's hereditary! I knew it meant something special..."

Some background lore, some action, and less feet! I have the next three chapters in mind. There will be rivalry with the Black Briar family, but first and foremost, Lucille’s regaining her freedom is something to celebrate! I wanted to include it at the end of this chapter, but I figured it would be better for the next one. Just wait and see Lucille rediscovering her dominant side. One she inherited from her mother, Teresa... 

Speaking of the devil, I'm rather satisfied with how I managed to fit her into Lucille's story. She won't appear in every chapter, but she'll play a fairly important role in Lucille's future adventures. 

A few minutes later, at the Eclipse's residence.

I was dragged into the estate's basement, chained up with my hands above my head and my feet forced to be on tiptoes. Mother was starring at me; I could see the anger and disappointment in her eyes. As for me, I felt nothing but shame and confusion towards my mom. 
"Well, well, well, Lucille... What's it like being hung up there? Quite comfortable, I hope. And this is only the beginning..."

Mother stepped closer, holding a cane that she waved at my exposed body. I didn't like the course of events and tried to calm the situation down.
"Listen, I'm sorry... I just wanted to find you, whatever the cost..."
"Quiet. My dear daughter, because of your reckless behavior, I lost my entire Skooma operation and had to spend 10,000 gold coins to save your skin. Technically, you're my slave now, and I'm your mistress. As your mother and owner, it is my duty to teach you some discipline..."

The whipping began. Mother didn't hold back; she wanted to make me understand how my mistakes put me in this predicament. All I could feel was the heat and pain from the wounds, which I tried to block out by screaming.
"Save your strength; I'll stop flogging you when I decide to!"

By the time I could barely feel my chest anymore, Mother moved on to my back and buttocks. I kept screaming for every new mark carved into my flesh until I passed out.
"Already worn out? We haven't reached 30 swings yet. That's such a disappointment..."

"That was a good first lesson! We'll do something different tomorrow. As long as you listen and behave yourself just like a good slave should, I’ll be kind to you, my daughter. Sweet dreams, Lucille!"

The next day, Mother put me on display in her living room, in the most excruciating position ever. On top of that, she added a gag to prevent me from protesting. I would have to endure all this misery just to win back my mom's trust, an unfair trade in which I had no choice but to comply.
"My baby girl looks so cute in that pose! I have some errands to run; it should take me a couple of hours. Behave yourself, and I'll let you spend the evening with me, deal?"

Hours just dragged on and on, but Mother kept her word and released me. My limbs were so sore that I couldn't get up, only crawl on all fours alongside my mom, who gleefully kept teasing me.
"I underestimated you, Lucille. I thought you might break free, but you resisted, proving your resolve, a quality I admire. Perhaps I'll treat you less harshly if you keep making me proud!"

Mother brought me into her private bedroom. She forced me onto my knees to feed me, tied my wrists and ankles together, then kicked off her boots to rest her bare feet by the fireplace before speaking openly.
"You know, twenty years ago, I didn't want to abandon you... But because of the civil war and your father's disappearance... I thought it would be for the best to spare you a troubled life. That's why I sent you back to High Rock, so you could live in peace."
Hearing the truth from Mother’s mouth touched me deeply, but a sudden urge to pee ruined the moment. I tried to warn her.
"What do you mean? Ee? Eeee? Oh, I get it! I'll take you there!"

I went down with Mother to her own personal canal where I was able to relieve myself. I peed so much, I didn't care about my mom standing right next to me, acting like I was her small baby.
"Looks like you really had to get that out, didn't you? Despite the whole situation, I’m actually glad we got to bond! Hey, since you messed up a little, let’s go take a bath, just like we did years ago!"

Honestly, I thought it would be awkward to share a bath with Mother and witness her naked body. In reality, she didn't care at all about her modesty, she kept playing with it just to disturb me.
"Do you mind if I put my legs up? Of course not. I noticed that look in your eyes, torn between guilt and desire... You like feet! I guess it runs in the family, and I'm pretty sure you've already used them for your own pleasure, haven't you? That's my daughter!"

After the bath, Mother took me to one of her guest rooms. She laid me down on a bed and rubbed me softly to relax my body before I fell asleep. Come to think about it, Mother had a sharp mind. She was able to figure me out in such a short time... I kind of got stumped by that.
"You behaved well today, so I'll give you a bit more freedom for tomorrow. I'll let you wander around the house wearing a special dress of mine. I hope you enjoyed the massage and the soft tickles. Sweet dreams, Lucille!"

The next morning, Mother dressed me in her gown, a long robe which kept my arms confined by straps wrapped around my body. After that, she explained the day's schedule.
"I have some paperwork to take care of this morning, and I'm expecting someone this afternoon. What you're wearing is called a straitjacket, designed to prevent any touching, but you're free to explore the place. Don’t bother me, and when I call you, come over. Got it, Lucille?"
"Yes Mother. I'll be a good girl and obey your rules."

I went back to the study room where Mother tortured me a couple of days ago. Something seemed to be hidden behind this bookcase, but I couldn't find any lever or hidden mechanism. I knew for sure that my mom had her own secret garden where she kept track of her illegal activities, stuff she didn't mention much. Maybe her reasoning for doing so was to protect me from the whole business?

When Mother called me, I went to her right away. She was at her desk, poring over the ledgers.
"You've really put me in a bind, Lucille. Now I'll have to sell a few trinkets just to cover my losses. Anyway, did you take a nice tour of the place?"
"Yes, Mother, I did. Once again, my apologies for all your troubles."
"Save your excuses for later. My contact is arriving shortly, come with me so I can introduce you."

"Listen, I haven't told you what I do for a living, but since you did some digging, you might know more or less already. Yes, people call me “Eclipse” and I’ve been involved in criminal activities for the past ten years or so. I wanted to grow in the shadows, but I started stepping on other people's toes. Fortunately, I've been able to build connections throughout Skyrim, because information is key. If Gharol didn’t seek me out, I can’t even imagine where you’d be right now."
"I saved her life, and she returned the favor. I can only thank her strong moral compass for that."

Mother's contact was a 10-year-old girl wearing a thief's outfit. She handed my mother a piece of paper, which she picked up like this was normal.
"Here you go, miss Eclipse! If I may ask, who is that girl tied up?"
"This is Lucille, my 26-year-old daughter! She’s been a bad girl, which is why she has to wear this dress as punishment. Lucille, meet Sammy, honorary member of the Thieves' Guild. Also, she's your little sister."
"WHAT?"

I had just been pranked by my own mother, who giggled heartily. She put her arm on my shoulder while Sammy took a seat at the counter.
"Hahaha, you should have seen your face! Sammy is an orphan. I managed to get her enrolled in the Thieves' Guild, and since then she's been lending me a hand from time to time."
"Your daughter doesn't seem very bright, miss Eclipse... Can she even defend herself, or does she need her mommy to be around?" 
"You little brat, bring it on!"
"Oh, I like this rivalry! Fair enough, Sammy. Come by tomorrow afternoon to play against my daughter!"

"Girls, the rules are simple: whoever manages to pin the other one to the ground for 10 seconds wins.

Lucille, to balance the odds against Sammy, you’ll remain locked in the straitjacket. If you win, I'll remove the restraints you have left, but if you lose... they'll stay on for a little longer. Do you have anything to say before we begin?"
"I'm going to kick that sassy brat's butt!"
"Ah, you don't scare me, silly girl! Come and get me!"

And the fight began. Mother settled in to watch and chuckled at my misfortune. I tried to overwhelm Sammy with my speed and strength, but she used her cunning against me. The cheeky little brat dodged me and tripped me up. I could only stare in disbelief as I lost my balance and, unable to use my arms for support, crashed to the ground.

Sammy quickly bent down to bind my ankle restraints together. That made it impossible for me to get back up, so I was doomed to lose.
"Hey! That's cheating! Hands off my feet, you little pest!"
"Well done, Sammy! I knew you'd defeat my own daughter that easily. Since she lost, you can keep playing with her. By the way, my daughter has very ticklish soles..."

Mom knelt down next to Sammy and gave her some pointers on how to tickle me properly. She had lifted up my calves and I could feel her slender fingers scratching my skin, forcing me to burst out laughing.
"You're doing great! Don't be shy about digging in with your nails, they'll cause more effect!"
"Oh, okay! Like this?"
"Ahahahahah! That's enough, cut it out! Ahahah!"

I tried to escape by rolling aside, but Mother had other ideas. She got behind me, grabbed me, and used her legs to immobilize my upper body. Sammy kept playfully tickling my feet while my mom began tickling my sides.
"Where do you think you're going, Lucille? You have to deal with your loss and its resulting aftermath!"
"Ahahahahah! I can't take it anymore, please stop! Ahahahahah!"

They kept tickling me for minutes that felt endlessly long. Mom shifted her position and blocked me completely to the ground with her weight on top of me. I felt so powerless and humiliated...
"Let this serve as a lesson to you, Lucille! Never underestimate your opponent, and never act impulsively. Understood?"
"Ahahah! Yes, Mother! Please! No more, or I'll wet myself! Ahahah!"
"I thought grown-up girls didn't pee themselves anymore... Was I wrong, Miss Eclipse?"

Yeah, back in action! A chapter mainly focused on the mom and her fun-loving personality, which I plan to develop a little further. 

As for little Sammy, she’ll drop by once in a while for lighthearted moments like these! Will Lucille manage to win Mother's grace? Probably...

I said that I'll be posting fewer screenshots about foot fetishism, sorry, I lied. But it was for lore reasons and because it was a returning chapter! 

I have a couple of ideas for the next chapters, and there’ll be plenty of action, and possibly some sex scenes so stick around! 

I could see Gharol in the audience, indifferent and detached from the spectacle unfolding before her eyes: my own auction. The bids rolled in, first 2,000 gold coins offered by a Wood Elf hunter, then rising to 3,000 gold coins from a Redguard Alik'r warrior. Both offers were outbid by a nobleman upstairs who proposed 4,000 gold coins before an Altmer Thalmor Elf also entered the fray with 5,000 gold pieces on my ass.

Here we are, the highly anticipated moment: Lucille and her mother are finally reunited! Sure, she's also her mistress, but still! 

I plan to develop this new character in the upcoming chapters. And you'll see, you'll find her quite entertaining!

2026 will continue at the same pace, one chapter per month at least, while I still have ideas. And trust me, there are still plenty of places and characters left to explore! 

A little further down the road, I was attacked by wild wolves. Strangely enough, their coats didn't match between the two. To get rid of them, I cast my lightning cloak spell, just to prevent any bites and scare them away.

Night was falling and I still hadn't arrived. Something caught my attention so I stopped in the middle of the road and listened. It was wolves howling, coming from behind. They didn't sound like a pack on the hunt, but rather like whimpering. I remembered the illegal animal fights held at the location. Maybe I was closer than I thought.

I unleashed two blades of wind at the gamblers who were thrown against the cavern wall. The Redguard that had disrespected me even suffered some extra damage under the shocked gaze of the innkeeper, powerless to intervene.

I began to wake up with a blurred vision and a massive headache. I could feel the cold bars of the cage I had been dragged into, with only my top and pants still on. How stupid I was... Thinking I had enough power to defeat anyone, I ended up getting strangled by an Orc way above my league. And there I was, a dirty, barefoot prisoner left helpless.

Lucille is in a bit of a bind, wouldn't you say? On one hand, she has the chance to meet her mother, but on the other, at what cost? Well, you'll find out in the second part! 

Last entry of 2025, I started Skyrim's adventures, made a few changes to the game, and I'm pretty satisfied with how it's evolving! I still have ideas for stories and characters, enough to keep me busy throughout 2026. Maybe I'll make simpler entries too, screenshots featuring my characters in poses. If you have any comments, don't hesitate to share them. 

Until next time!

After stripping off my plate armor, dagger, gloves, and boots, Neesia tied my hands in the back and ripped my pants to give our trick a genuine look. We marched toward the camp, my captor guiding my bare feet over the paved road.

"You look cute like this, Lucille! We should play con artists more often!"

"Oh, bite me! Just because I usually turn up as a bound prisoner doesn't mean I like it!"

"Relax, you'll be fine! Just play along, okay?"

I was put on my knees then tied to a post with brand new ropes on my hands and feet to immobilize me completely. Not to mention the cloth covering my mouth, I could only grumble in silence. I felt so helpless and had no choice but to wait for Neesia to get here and release me from this predicament.

A slightly longer chapter, I wanted to create an original adventure with Lucille and Neesia. Plus, I had to include a little sex scene between the two of them! Now that my Breton girl has enough gold, she can finally head off to find her mom on the opposite side of Skyrim!

To be continued in the following major chapter.

When I faced Flora again, I changed my strategy. No more offense, just defense. She was forced to attack me with her witch's fire. She thought I would counter with a magic barrier, but I ducked down to cast my lightning spell. I aimed at the ground to immobilize Flora and break her focus while my sparks ran through her body from toe to head.

Cidhna Mine has been cleared of its slaves! Neesia and Lucille are going to team up in the next chapter to make some gold. I really like this Redguard, and I have other plans for her in the future! But that'll have to wait until Lucille can reunite with her mother.

Speaking of the mother, she will also play an important role. Maybe I'll take my time to introduce her in a different way, probably next year!

Several weeks passed, I had completely lost track of time, I couldn't tell day from night anymore. I was so dirty and worn out... My new daily routine consisted of mining silver deposits until I reached my physical limit. I tried to keep my distance from the other prisoners too, in case they might harm me or worse.

I took my time with this entry, I made some adjustments and improvements to my Community Shaders for Skyrim, which now looks much better in interiors! I also have a clearer plan of where I want to take Lucille on her journey. 

If you're wondering, yes, Neesia will be a major companion! I want to take her on various adventures with my gal Lucille, in the sea, in the desert, in a bed... Who knows!

After a night's sleep at the inn and a wardrobe change at the general store, I finally felt like venturing into Markarth's history. By the way, how do you like my outfit? A tunic with a corset, green pants to match the town's colors and comfortable sandals, I fit in just like a local!

As I was about to fall asleep, a menacing thug stormed into my room. Judging by his attitude, he came to punch me in the face. Thankfully, he was a low level Breton with a weak magic resistance, so I cast an illusion spell to pacify him by manipulating his emotions.

Lucille is getting closer, but at what cost? Sure, she'll be able to defend herself, but will it hold? At least she had some fun before... When she was the dominant one.

The next chapter on the Cidhna mine will be longer due to developments and revelations! And who knows, maybe new allies, or new enemies... Or both!

So... Lucille finally reached Markarth! Seeking answers from the city's history or its people, she'll have to be careful: Markarth is not without danger... I'm sure you already have some thoughts on what or who might be helpful for our Breton girl!

I've tried to make this chapter more environmental, taking the route from Falkreath to Markarth and figuring out what I could take as screenshots and I'm pretty happy with how it turned out!

For sex enthusiasts, I'm not forgetting you, who knows, Lucille may have to get wet next...

I arrived in Helgen in the afternoon. It was the first settlement just over the border with Cyrodiil, which explained the presence of imperial Legion soldiers guarding the streets. I could hear sounds of hammering on an anvil, my intended stop.

Back to square one. Captive of the Imperial Legion, in rags, already used by the bloodstains on them, and barefoot obviously. The soldier shackled and gagged me and then led me into the dungeon's depths. I had no choice but to comply.

Yeah, Lucille has a gift for being in the wrong place at the wrong time... But at least she isn't collared anymore! And despite the minor detour, she will be heading back to Falkreath! Not willingly and in a prison cell, true... But those are mere details for a resourceful Breton like her!

Such as pleading her case with Bashnag's clash... Or having a bard friend to help her out...

In any case, Lucille already knows her next stop, Markarth's city. That's where she'll learn more about her family's past. And possibly... New encounters or new magic spells.   

I had no other choice but to stick around Angi and assist her with the daily chores. I made some potions for her future expeditions, while she swept the cabin staring at me. I knew that look, the desire one. I tried to avoid it, so she didn't get any wrong ideas.

I slowed down to make this chapter, between the recent games that have been released... It was hard to juggle with! I'll probably return to one chapter a month. I still enjoy making Skyrim screenshots and developing Lucille's story bit by bit but I don't want to limit myself to that.

It's still a long year ahead and I've got plenty of places worth exploring!

I'm sorry I... I haven't told you everything. I came to Skyrim for a purpose, to track down my relatives also members of this Enigma organization. As the name implied, it was a secret for a reason. And here's how I ended up: naked, cold, my hands and feet tied up with leather straps and worst of all, being held captive by a rather uptight Orc necromancer... 

So, do you have any idea who is “rescuing” Lucille? If you've played Skyrim, you may know this person.

As you have seen, Lucille's main quest gets off lightly, she's seeking out her parents from a secret clan called Enigma. I can think of a few ways to set this up, but it will act more as a background to Lucille's journey than anything else.

Besides, what happens next is entirely up to this new owner... 

A few days passed. The weather was wonderful here, with the sun beaming down on the region. I found a nice spot in the shade to relax and look at the blue sky. Yeah, I guess you could say I enjoyed idle time.

Hi there! So, what do you think of my outfit? Pretty nice isn't it? I like it, the bard's got good taste! He even found me a pair of sandals so he could peek at my feet, what a clever guy... 

Falkreath was a dead town, literally, with its vast graveyard of tombstones, and figuratively, with nothing to do. After the first few days, I got bored. Thankfully, the bard at the tavern offered some quality time, but I still needed gold... 

So I had to get my hands dirty, working in the fields. Harvesting gourds, potatoes and cabbages for a few coins... Honest pay for honest work they said, I despised it. I wasn't cut out for the peasant life. 

And one evening after a crappy day, I tried to cast a spell again. That orange light coming out of my hand, the glowing sparks flying... Damn, it felt good to have it back! I was just an apprentice in magical arts, thanks to my Breton blood heritage but I was a fast learner.

The next day, I spent my scarce coins on a new outfit, more suited to my felon habits. Besides, I needed to get back into my swing and regain some of my fighting skills before heading out again!

I practiced the whole afternoon on a dummy in a training yard. Using magic of course, lightning bolts left their clear marks, followed by dagger strikes to vital points. I wasn't powerful enough with magic to fight at long range, so I had to be in close combat to hit my targets.

While the locals were gathering at the tavern one night, I figured a little burglary couldn't help but revive my game. My target: the field farmers. Let's just say I wanted to earn a little extra on my wages - honest pay for honest work, am I right?

I spent some time chatting with the bard, barefoot naturally. His name was Delacourt, a Breton from High Rock who, like me, went through a life of petty theft before joining the bards' college in Solitude. I shared a few bits of my past with him too. It felt good to talk about it with someone who sympathized. 

When I felt ready to jump back into action, I went to the Jarl of Falkreath's manor, to find work in my strings. At the tavern, I heard about a group of spell-casters operating in the vicinity, which I thought might be worth my while. 

This is it, the journey has truly begun! I've got some overall ideas about where Lucille will be traveling and what she'll be up to in the next few chapters... Of course, at some point she'll have to run into the Thieves' Guild...  And there's plenty more to come!

Regarding the chapters' release (they'll be the same length), expect 2-3 weeks until the next one, because I'm posting them first on DeviantArt and then everything here.

See you around!

I found an abandoned fishing camp in Falkreath's hold and figured I could stay there for the night. After a long walking day, what could be better than a refreshing bath in the lake? A light breeze on my wet naked body, no one to stare at me, it was just plain soothing!

Oh hi there! I haven't introduced myself, I'm Lucille, a 25-year-old Breton thief. It's been a few weeks since I arrived in this region of Tamriel called Skyrim. I've spent most of my life in High Rock, my home region but I decided to try my luck here. Besides, with the civil war going on between the Imperials and the Stormcloaks, it seemed the ideal place to hone my skills and earn my stripes! 

Early in the morning, I set off for Falkreath. If I kept the same pace despite the cobbled road and my bare feet, I would reach it safely before dark. The surrounding woods were thick in this area of Skyrim, and it made sense to avoid wandering off into them. I didn't wish to risk stumbling across wild animals or nasty people.

I entered and settled in as if I owned the place. I took out my gold purse and kicked my feet up on the table before ordering:

"Innkeeper! A daily special with a jug of water! And I'd like to stay a few days too, how much does it cost?"

"The meal is 10 septims and the room is 20 septims per night."

"Fine, keep my purse, that should cover everything."

I noticed the guy behind me staring at my feet, he was the tavern bard who might come in handy...

If you're reading this, I hope you enjoyed the entry!

I know, I may have gone a bit overboard with the foot fetish content but that's for testing reasons, obviously!

Lucille's journey is just beginning, and she has a long road ahead of her, in Skyrim or elsewhere! With adventures and danger roaming around, people to meet and befriend with... (yeah it's a polite way to say adult content )

If you have any comments or questions, feel free to send them in! I understand not getting any feedback (I'm the first not to give any) but your thoughts and ideas can, in a way, integrate themselves in my initial scenario!

Cheers!

Greetings!
 

After done a story in Fallout 4 (2023) and Cyberpunk 2077 (2024), for the year 2025, I welcome you in the Skyrim universe! I advise you to take a look at my previous works to know what to expect here. In short, adventures with action and perils and sometimes some sex. In the fetishes area, feet and bdsm mostly.

Now for my Skyrim's journey, you'll be following Lucille, my MC, a 25 years old Breton thief girl who just arrived in Skyrim. I have some ideas regarding her past, her quest and also where adventures should take place! Meet her below!

I use this first prologue part to test SAM (Screen Archery Mod), focusing on the predicaments Lucille has found herself in and will no doubt find herself again! Please drop your thoughts and feedback! 

Well, I guess it didn't work out. I was caught and thrown straight away into Whiterun's prison. Someone must have ratted me out, but no big deal, this was just a setback. Once the guards put me back in a cell, I'll find a way to break out. Unless they keep me hanging here all day long...

After half a day spent chained up in mid-air, the guards locked me in a cell. I was going to be stuck around here for a while... Theft, burglary, assault, and those were just my latest feats in Skyrim. Since I had some time on my hands, I thought of some perilous incidents that have happened to me...

I remember this incident on my native island, when I was caught red-handed stealing from the local general store. Given that it was my first serious misdeed, as punishment, the guards decided to seize both my coins and shoes and lock me in a pillory. Twelve hours trapped in such a posture for everyone else to witness. Maybe it was more than that, given my repeated insults to passing townsfolk...

At dusk, the guards took me off the pillory and threw me into a cage at the back of the fort. I was cramped, with aching arms and still barefoot, but I could admire the sunset and smile at it. And hope the night won't be chilly...

I got caught another time and received a different kind of punishment. On a rainy day, I was forced to walk around the island's cobbled roads with my arms tied to a wooden pole, and in my bare feet to make it even worse. A mounted guard kept an eye on me, laughing at my stumbles on the wet stones.

My forced walk ended in a prison cell where the guards removed my top to expose my breasts. The pole I'd carried all along served another purpose, this time firmly buried in straw. I was tied to it and then gagged. Through the rain and the small dirt paths, I found myself quite filthy, with aching feet. I had to endure this indignity for a little longer...

When the robberies went smoothly, my own partner betrayed me. I was tied up in my sleep and then forced onto my knees, completely naked. I remember the little laugh with the saucy line: “Nothing personal, sweetheart." I'd been played and humiliated, I felt so angry... I used a lot of bad words back at him. 

He got tired of my cursing and decided to gag me with a cloth. Then he looted our last score from the chest before tying my hands and feet together. As a final humbling gesture, he placed me on top of the empty chest in a hogtied position where I was helpless to do anything but watch him walk off into the night...

Back at the prison, I waited until the middle of the night to try to break out of the cell. Steel bars protected an underground network beneath Whiterun. I cast a spell to bend one of the bars and squeeze inside. Unfortunately, I was heard and then seen by one of the female guards making her rounds. 

Well, I guess you could say the plan backfired. For attempted escape and unauthorized use of magic added to my list of crimes, I was tied to a cross in the middle of the prison cells corridor. Furthermore, this allowed the guards to request the local torturer's services, discreetly under the dungeon's gullets. My predicament looked pretty serious... 

A few hours later, the guard took me into the dungeons. She stood at my back, pushing me if I dragged my feet. I was about to fall into the torturer's hands, so he could use whatever he wanted to make me talk.

The female warden shackled me to the wall, my hands squeezed by the device. She told me this was where we parted ways, that the torturer would be taking over in a few minutes. For my sake, I should have ratted on someone, anyone. Instead, I just told the guard to fuck off. Not the brightest idea in such a dire predicament... 

I managed to break free from the machine, twisting my wrist nerves in the process. I wasn't going to be able to use magic for a little while, but I preferred that to rotting here as a torturer's subject. I had to hurry, I didn't have much time to get away from the dungeon.

Above the chamber in which I was restrained, a hole led to an exit, probably the sewers by the smell of them. I wasn't going to be picky about it, especially if I could get the hell out of Whiterun!

I followed the stream to the exit and found myself outside Whiterun's walls, in a shallow canal leading to a river. I was happy to see the sky again, to breathe the fresh morning air. Even though I remained in rags and barefoot, I didn't mind - I felt as light as a swallow! 

The sun covered me with its soothing radiance as I walked towards the West to leave Whiterun hold. I knew I needed to lay low or gather enough gold to pay the bounty on my head here. For that reason, it was best to set off and start the journey all over again. Have you ever heard the saying: quick on your feet, hard to defeat? Judging by my outfit, I certainly proved it!