Dear Diary,

I woke up this morning to a chorus of birds. Cackling mad birds... I'd have shouted at them if not for that accursed gag. I had spent the night hidden off the side of a road in a convenient hollow. Sheltered from the wind, obscured by plentiful foliage and masked by the roar of a nearby waterfall. My shelter overlooked a small lake fed by said waterfall. On the other side I could see an encampment of sorts. Probably a mine of some description, but I could not be sure. Bound and gagged as I still was I couldn't just walk in there...

So I spent most of the day sharpening the dull dagger. When it was finally sharp enough to rid me of the gag-harness When I did it became all to clear how long it had been forcing my jaw open... I fear I will be sore for days... Sweet was the first real food in my belly for days, but every bite stabbed at me. "What doesn't kill you..." right...

Before long dusk had fallen. There had been people going about their day across the lake, but they all seemed to have retired to the lodge. I cautiously made my way to the water and attempted to wash away the stains. To the unspoiled it would just look like dirt now. Those with a keen eye would definitely notice...

When I returned to my shelter I found a woman, dressed in miners clothes rummaging through my scarce belongings. As swift as these cumbersome boots allowed I twisted her arm behind her back and set my dagger to her throat. "Speak quietly or you might never wear a necklace again."

Her struggling immediately faded. I could feel her heart pounding in her throat and wrist. "I meant no harm Miss. I swear by the nine." She whimpered.

When I asked her where we were she told me we were at Darkwater Crossing in Eastmarch. Those damned bandits... I'd have to cross half of Skyrim to return home... I wasn't sure what to do with this unfortunate soul until I noticed her stifled moaning when I twisted her arm a bit. The way she responded, sat there on her knees and me leaning on her back, made my mind wander.

Once, when I had traveled with my father to a farm at Whiterun, I had had such an encounter with the farmer's daughter we had gone to visit. I was never interested in girls, but she would grab any and all opportunities to try and seduce me... Tired of her advances I told her to meet me in the old stables. She was under the impression she was going to be in control when I moved behind her. Touching her ever so gently until she had let down her guard... She blacked out from mere seconds of being choked... Mind you, I had beaten Hadmir a few times this way... He loved strong women...

When she regained consciousness I had already bound her up using a few old reins. I had propped her up against a saddle horse on her knees. Her arms bound tightly behind her back. Looking down on her I could see an ember glowing in her eyes. Confused and disorientated, but defiant.

I suspect she was about to speak her mind, but she remained silent as I began hiking up my skirt. Without revealing too much of my person I removed my panties. I made sure to give her a glimpse of the body she so coveted. Having avoided her eyes thus far I reached down to her and pushed her mouth open. She meekly complied and obediently held her mouth open when I withdrew for a moment. Kneeling before her I presented her my panties, rolled up in a neat ball. Her face filled with glee as she took them in her mouth.

I think she was expecting a brief fling, but the day was young, everyone was busy elsewhere and I was going to enjoy my toy-friend. Still avoiding her eyes I started to undress her. While both ceremonious and meticulous, I avoided touching her body as much as possible. She would have to wait a bit longer. As I exposed more of her body her breathing became heavy. Enhanced greatly by the make-due gag. Having finished peeling away her dress and having her maiden body fully exposed to me gave me moment for pause. Her nipples stood erect without ever having touched her. He crotch gleamed with arousal... I met her eyes again with a smile. There was no more defiance in her face, only glee.

I leaned in and whispered to her. "Remember. You asked for this."

I took another leather rein and secured it around her throat. Then I fed the lead along her back and between her legs.

"Up!" I commanded, which at first got me little response.

"Up! I will not repeat myself again." I exclaimed and pulled the lead taught, pressuring her throat and crotch. This time the response was immediate. She frantically tried to raise herself to relieve the sudden pain. Her muffled moans filled the stables as we both raised to a stand. Keeping the leash taught I forced her to stand on her toes, so for a while there would be no relief.

I started marching her around the stables. I had found a riding crop in one of the pens which then became of use. "Balance on your right leg. Left knee in the air." I commanded, again receiving little response. A snap of the crop on her thigh made her scream. "Do it!" And she complied.

"Balance on your left leg. Right knee in the air. Now." Another snap of the crop. Tears sprang from her eyes. She tried to meet my eyes, but I used the crop to turn her head and raise her chin. "Good toys do as they are told. Good toys don't get hit, often." I whispered to her.

She closed her eyes and whimpered. Pulling the lead taught again while switching stances caused us to do a lap of the stables interior before the pattern had sunk in with her. By the end I had released the lead and only had to hit her every eight steps when she'd fail to balance properly. By the time we had done four laps I was standing in the middle of the stables with her on a loose lead while she displayed an adequate trot.

After the eighteenth lap I led her over to a bench. She was sweaty and moist. Crop marks adorned her thighs in a bright red. I had been forgiving I mused, none of this would last more than a day. With a flick of the wrist I removed her make-shift collar and lead. They left behind nice, visible markings that would be hard to hide for a couple of days.

With an open hand I beckoned her to sit on the bench. She must have been sore after all those laps, but the previous two days had been nothing continuous harassment on her part. I doubt she expected me to let up and lay on my back for her at this point, but after putting her through this much on our first encounter I thought she was entitled to some reward. I parted my skirt to reveal my nether region to her and set her down in front of me. I pressed my crotch on her bound hands and leaned into her. We sat there for a moment while she caught her breath. As I started moving my hands across her bare chest her breathing once again became heavy. One hand remained fixed on a nipple, one moved slowly down to her crotch.

It wasn't too long before her body arced back and forth under my ministrations, but in her ecstasy I felt a tad neglected. She was far to aroused to notice I guess. Building to an inevitable avalanche, every flick of my fingers caused her to press against me with ever increasing force. Until finally she could take it no more. With her body quivering she screamed into the gag, which perfectly drowned out the sound. For a moment I tripled my own hand movement which made her whole body spasm and contort... I doubt she cared at this point... I doubt she had ever had her mind blown like this either...

So there I was... At some gods forsaken mine in Eastmarch. Still bound in various apparel. With a woman held with one hand and a dagger in the other. If only I didn't have need for the dagger...

Notes:

This writing follows a play-through using the following mods for the core experience;

- Alternative Start - LAL

- Immerslave

- DD assets, integration, expansion

- DD Cutting

- Fill Her Up

Also used, but not essential at this point:

- Death Alternative - YMOYL

- Sanguine's Debauchery Enhanced

- Sisterhood of Dibella

- SexLab Solutions

- SexLab Romance

- The DD Manual

- Xaz Prison Overhaul

The world this all takes place in:

Using Hydragorgon's Slavegirls, Slaves for vanilla Bandit Camps by pchs and Valadarius' DD for the Masses II to create a setting where slavery is commonplace. Bondage is an integral part of society in Tamriel. A slave owner is obliged to provide basic needs by law. However, like everything in Skyrim, the law outside of the holds is upheld by honor... and there are enough honor-less lowlifes to fill the fields of Whiterun...

My set-up is tweaked to be more Amazonian in nature than Gorian.

Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ):

This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.