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

I could feel her struggle against her bindings. I could feel the moment she reached orgasm. I felt her tire and fall asleep...

When she nodded off I quickly and quietly undid her bindings. The gag had fallen from her mouth already, but she hadn't made a sound afterwards. I left the plug neatly between her legs. She had been able to fall asleep with it... Tomorrow we'd go and have a little play with Kjeld the worm. I cuddled up to Froa, the nights were getting longer and colder. For the first time in a while my mind wandered and I saw home. Oh, how far it was... How far, indeed...

Day 5

Dear diary,

I woke up Froa early this morning when I took the plug-harness off her. She was confused at first, but when I asked her how it felt she said it felt 'safe'. I laughed. "I wanted to show you how it felt to be tied up first, today we're going to man-handle Kjeld a bit. Just two questions before we do, where is his room and is his father called Kjeld the elder?"

"Well, his room is just next to the entrance. He's probably still asleep. And yes, his father is called Kjeld. Have you business with him?"

"I am looking for an amulet or locket with a small emerald decoration. He owes it to a friend of mine."

"He's in currently in Windhelm, but I could take a look in his dresser for you..."

"Great. While you do that, tell Iddra not to go near juniors room today... Go have breakfast and enter his room when you are done."

Little Kjeld was indeed still sleeping. I say little, but he was an adult, who apparently had a rather childish manner. Tying people up is easy... Tying sleeping people up is challenging when you are trying not to wake them, but junior was certainly easier than Hadmir. That may have been in part due to his size... Junior on the other hand was a scrawny caricature of a Nord... I was pretty well underway when Froa walked in...

"Hey I found your... By Ysmir..." The volume of her voice probably woke junior... Thankfully he was already caught with is limbs bound together in a hogtie. I gestured her to be quiet. Froa put her hand over her mouth and leaned back against the door. With junior nor awake and struggling the next part would actually be more fun. I had already gagged him with a slightly repaired head harness and his head was covered in the old black-out hood.

I leaned in and whispered in his ear; "I hear you have been a bad boy, junior. You probably didn't know that there is a tax on bad behavior, but I'm here to collect your debt."

Froa's eyes grew wide as I pulled the soulgem plug from my bag. A bit of spittle announced the onset of the invasion.

As I pushed the tip against his sphincter and the soulgem started to react, Junior started thrashing about... Well, for as far as that was possible while he was basically helpless. Everything was muffled by the gag and hood, but he did not agree with his predicament. Protest turned to pleading as the head of the plug forced its way past his sphincter. Pleading eventually gave way for plain moaning... Just like the quick-and-dirty harness I had made for Froa I added a few simple bindings to keep the plug in place. All the while Froa sat and watched.

"Now, I will tell Froa to go look for you, and when she finds you she may or may not be inclined to help you. I would be very nice to her in the future, dear... Because I know where you sleep... and this isn't the largest one there is..." I whispered to junior.

As if by design the soulgem discharged a few random shocks and with junior having such 'fun' I picked up my bag. Froa let us out of the room and we sat down at a table.

"Will he be alright?" Se asked. "That depends on who wicked you are, but in general he will be fine. When you do cut him loose, cut him out of the hogtie first. Then just tell him a stranger told you to go find him... Did you find the locket?"

"I did, it was under a pile of clothes along with two others. You can have all of them. A small thank you for today... And for last night..."

"I promised your mother not to break your heart, but I wanted to help you explore a bit. You just needed a bit of a push I thought. If there wasn't a civil war on I'd tell you to find someone and either bind them to you or let yourself be bound to them... Just be careful. There are a lot of scoundrels out there for a lady to contend with."

The morning had not been lost to me when I made my way outside. Froa gave me a peck on the cheek before I headed back towards Darkwater Crossing. "If you find any good yet lonely men out there, send them to Kynesgrove." She said with a smile. "I will. Just you wait."

And there I was again, on the barren plains. This time with a spring in my step and a song in my heart. The trip back to Darkwater was quiet, but not uneventful. I met a traveling sister of Dibella and a troop of hunters out by the hotsprings. I traded her one of the spare amulets I got off Froa for a massage. I told her about my ordeal and showed her the collar, the bruises and my belt. I got her pretty excited when I told her I wore the belt by choice. She told me of the order of immaculate chastity within Dibellan lore. A militaristic order sworn to guard the temples in times of upheaval. Fascinating in its own right, but I just wanted her hands on my body...

At Darkwater I met the woman that had set me on this path. Her name turned out to be Tormir. She gratefully took possession of the locket. Although she invited me for a more elaborate 'thank-you' I decided not to stick around this time. If anything I was getting homesick... I felt like my journey had only just started though. It was a foreboding feeling to say the least. Tormir may have sensed my heavy heart and she didn't insist. Instead, she pointed me in the direction of Ivarstead. There was a courier that made trips through the ruins of Helgen to Riverwood with his carriage.

The path to Ivarstead is a steep one. Darkwater is by the base of a waterfall. It is the last one in a series of a steep cascading falls which springs from a lake in the Rift. Ivarstead sits at the start of this cascade. Thankful for an uneventful trip I entered Ivarstead. One last glance into the Eastmarch basin made made well up a bit... Goodbye Tormir, Friend and Froa... Divines keep you...

I walked into Ivarstead and the first thing that greeted me was a couple arguing... Great! At least there was an inn... I traded the last amulet I got from Froa for food and a bed. I spent the entire evening recounting the past few days. Here, in my journal. I want to remember everything that has happened. Everything has made me stronger...

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