---Heartfire, 2nd, 4E 201---

The journey back was uneventful though more laborous than if I had been alone. The slave often tried to struggle or kick me, but in the end I arrived at the compound. Master was surprised (in a not-good way) that I brought a slave, since she expected an "item". I was ordered to bring her to the dungeon of the mansion (I didn't know it had one, it is extensive and has some cells and a number of torture devices). Master, Harran and another guard and the dungeon master arrived shortly after. The dungeon master removed her mask, which caused Master to snap completely, she started whipping her vigorously. If not for the thigh-high boots, the corset and the obscene collar covering most of her back and neck I think she would have torn her skin to shreds entirely. Harran started to yell "MASTER" to have her uh consider stopping I guess, but he didn't move, actually didn't even twitch or move a finger. The slave fell to the ground, whimpering. She ordered the guard and the dungeon master to bind the slave and lock her in a cell, while Harran escorted me to the barracks. He told me he won't say what this is about, if I should learn of it, Master herself is to tell me (or not). Also, I shall wait here until he fetches me again. To make clear that I don't have a choice, he locked the barracks door (I am alone now).
I don't know what to make of these events.

But I will now eat some and then rest until Harran comes. I don't think I'll be punished, because I didn't do anything I wasn't ordered to. I hope Master sees the same.

While captured by the "slave", I admit that in retrospect I am almost thankful for having to wear the chastity belt. If not for the belt and its sturdy locks, which, unfortunately, I myself cannot open, I am almost sure that the "slave" would have her guards rape me and probably not only once.
On the other hand the belt makes me completely and utterly at mercy of Masters people.
And, if I weren't "owned" by Master, I would obviously not have been in that situation in the first place. Then I'd probably still be at the mercy of Aerius, the drunkard who likes to abuse and rape women on his ship. Or at the mercy of whoever else Aerius handed the chain wrapped around my neck to.

So I guess things could be a lot worse. Master and her people didn't rape me, though they lock me into this belt with its contraptions. Since I'm out of the mine I sleep in a warm cot and get food for work. As evident in this journal, they seem to trust me, or at least the collar on my neck, well enough to frequently send me away, which allows me to roam the beautiful country of Skyrim. However, "property", that is something I only have out there, never, in the compound where the guard will strip me of those items and put them in a locked chest, leaving me with nothing but my work clothes, the belt locked around my waist, the collar on my neck and two pairs of shoes.
And you, my cherished journal.

---Heartfire, 3rd, 4E 201---
Herran picked me up, no one woke me, so when I woke up on my own everybody already went out. The barracks cage door was still locked, so they re-locked it after leaving, which they normally don't do.

Herran brought me to the manor, to the top floor, where Master resides. She told me I am now a maid(-slave) in her manor. The manor administrator-overseer-keeper-master, Markus, introduced me to what that means. First of all, I need to wear a maid uniform. Part of that uniform are what they call "pony boots", which are laced, locked calf-high boots. They are called "pony boots", because they have a horseshoe instead of a sole.

They don't have a heel. They force your heel very far up where it just "floats", kind of. They are very difficult to walk in (not to speak of running), and my feet already hurt after a few hours.

My duties are quite simple, every day I must report to Markus before 7 AM, who will tell me what to do. All chores must be done until sunset.
Noncompliance is rewarded with punishments.
Poor work quality is rewarded with punishments.

Master said if I do a very good job she might give me my freedom back. I'm not sure if that's true, because why would you set a slave free that's doing good work?

Since I am apparantly also available for VIPs, which I'm pretty sure means bodily service, Markus said that I need to work on my looks, especially the hair...

Markus is I think the first person I saw living in the compound, who doesn't wear a collar, besides Master. He is a Nord maybe in his late 40s early 50s, grey hair, not too much of it. He has a weathered, bearded face, and bright eyes. He speaks with a stern voice, but not loudly. You could say that he has a natural authority and calmness to him.