Dear diary,

Respect is everything. A Nord who does not know respect shall never know honor.

The day started late. I awoke with a sore body from head to toe. Maybe because for the first time in... However long... I had had a good night's rest and a belly full of food. It had been rough thus far, but I was among people again. Granted, I still thought it wise to hide the only visible remnant of my past predicament. After a good stretch I packed my bag. I had tried to travel light, but in these strange past couple of days I had gathered a wide variety of things. A sharpened dagger of throat cutting, Friend' razor of dragon stabbing, a decrepit bow, that one single arrow, some fur clothing and some travel furs. I even had a few dragonscales that had not burned away. What I didn't have was gold.

When I emerged for my room Iddra asked if I wanted something to eat. I reached for my coin purse, but she told me not to bother and to grab a seat at any table. She joined me and pushed a chunk of bread and a tankard of mead in my hands. "You look like a lass with some experience." She started. I caught myself before I rolled my eyes, bad manners would surely rob me of another good night's rest. "I need a favor of you." She continued "You see, my daughter and my step-son are not getting along very well. I've tried to tell him to stop, but I fear that his father spoiled him too much already."

"And what do you want me to do about it?" I asked, rather perplexed. "He's probably not going to listen to me..."

"I want you to speak to Froa. She needs to stand up for herself like a proud Nord woman."

That was a surprise. I suppose I must have look like a seasoned hunter from the wilds of the Rift.

"Few venture across the barren plains these days, even fewer women. You are maybe the third in this cycle of the moon to have come from there. So please, talk to her." She looked rather upset... A warm feeling brewed inside of me. "I'll have a talk with her. Mums and daughters of Skyrim, right?"

He face cleared and she put her hand on mine. "Thank you. Froa is outside, gathering wood. She'll probably return soon."

Before too long a young woman walked in carrying a bunch of firewood. From her manner you could gather that she was angry. Not livid, but disgruntled. She went up to the cask of mead, poured herself a tankard and sat down opposite me. "And who might you be?" She asked, clearly not interested in the answer. I think her goal might have been to intimidate me in some way, but there was a fine line between tough and posing. She was clearly not as tough as she would like to be.

"Froa I presume." I said in a slight demeaning tone. "And how would you know that? Who has been slandering me this time? I bet it was that little worm Kjeld. Believe nothing he said. He's a liar and a coward. I can't see what mother sees in his father."

"Your mother asked me to talk to you. She believes you need to stand up for yourself." I said before she started spewing more bile.

"She did?! She has just stands by and watches as the little bastard grabs every opportunity to humiliate me." I was already starting to like this girl. So much will to fight, only constrained by a lack of means...

"You know... this Kjeld sounds like he could use a bit of a lesson in respect." I said, unaware that my 'wicked grin', as Hadmir would call it, grew ever wider on my face. With a confused look she looked at me for a while. "And what were you planning to do to him if I may ask." She asked suspiciously.

"I could tie him up for a while. Make him consider his stance on women. You know... Give his pride a bit of a beating..." I said.

All of the anger and suspicion disappeared from her face, replaced by a surprised look. A few silent moments passed until she leaned in and in a hushed voice asked me; "Are you a dominatrix?"

"A what?" I inquisitively responded. "A dominatrix. You know... a woman that has the power to enslave a man to her will. With whips and shackles and chains and a dozen servants at you disposal..." She blurted out... She looked curious and flustered... Mainly flustered...

"What have you been reading to give you that idea? Actually, wait, never mind... I don't want to know. I know how to do some things, but I'm not this dominatrix thing if your rough description is anything to go by." She began to look a bit disappointed. I couldn't blame her. She probably spoke her thoughts out loud.

"Assume for a moment that I am such a woman, what would you have me do?" I asked. Hadmir would probably draw comparisons to a spider creeping up on a butterfly that barely touched its web at this point. Hadmir was a lot smarter than everyone, even he himself, took him for...

The afternoon faded to dusk before Froa was done talking. She had all kinds of amazing fantasies. Most of them feasible... Some just plain bizarre... She just needed a little push in the right direction and the right tools. Having someone that understands you would also help... "I'm sorry. You probably think I have been possessed by some for of daedric curse..." She said before looking embarrassed and somewhat hopeful.

"You have a vivid imagination... Do you happen to have any reasonable lengths of rope? Because I could show you how to do some of the things you told me about. More importantly, I could show you how not to do it..."

An innocent, naive smile suddenly adorned her face. "I'll go get some! My room is the one on the right behind the counter. Just grab some mead from the cask and wait for me there." That said, she stormed off...

I walked over to Iddra and told her that Froa had invited me to spend the night. She looked surprised. "Well it's up to her I guess... Before her and before my husband there were many lonely nights spent longing for someone to told close... Please miss... Promise me you won't break her heart, like her father broke mine."

"Her will needs a little fire, but her heart is be fine... She just needs the right man and a bit more experience." I told her in a reassuring tone which seemed to cause more confusion.

"Then.. are you... two... not... going..." She tried to ask before Froa came bouncing in and abruptly dragged me along. Iddra sat there, quite confused... The door slammed shut behind us and Froa pushed me on her bed. By the divines she was eager... She literally threw a full coil of rope at me... and sat down next to me... So I measured out a few good lengths or rope and handed her one of 18 arm lengths.

"All you really need to know are the basics. First, you half the rope and check its length..."

It didn't take long for her hands and feet to be tied neatly in front of her. She had been watching attentively, but I think it was at this point that she realized just how helpless she was. It was too late to do anything about it though. I tied the rope ends to the bed, stretching her over the length its. From my bag I pulled the damaged gag and the soulgem plug, which had been left on and in me by their previous owner... I showed them to her. She must have recognized them because she started to squirm a bit. When I presented her the gag she hesitated a moment, but eventually took it in her mouth. Without the harness it wasn't much use, but this way she could always just spit it out...

With a few leather straps I made a very basic harness and with a swift move I raised her skirt. Even while I was still strapping it between her legs the soulgem reacted to her arousal. It would continue to react to her and give her just a bit of stimulation. So there she lay. Unable to free herself... Well I say unable, but... I had not tied any knots on the bindings on her hands. She could easily extend her arms a bit and wiggle her hands free, but she was busy elsewhere. What followed next was a bit of deception...

"Right, lets cover you up under these blankets. You won't mind if I cuddle up against you now, will you?" I said to her. I was tired, but I figured I could stay awake for a while longer. Froa would be nice and hot for a while. She'd be under the impression that I would leave her like this for the night. I wouldn't. If she got too uncomfortable she could always drop the gag and try to wake me...

"Call me if you need anything, but try not to wake me unnecessarily. Good night, my sweet..."

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.