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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.

The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

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From: (Anonymous)

After a relaxing bath Eira pulled on the white panties, made of a very thin, almost see through material that barely covered her privates and matching breastbags, consisting of the same thin material shaped in triangles to cover her breasts and tied with thin strings behind her back and neck. She wasn’t used to wearing breastbags, with all the fighting she had to do it was more practical to bind her breasts using the more traditional bindings.

The leather pants were next, followed by the bodice and leather jacket. Finally she pulled on her boots and went back upstairs to her alchemy lab to find something to colour her hair with. After a while she finally found the powdered Lawsonia leaves, she’d collected on her travels. Taking the powdered leaves to her kitchen she placed them in a small cooking pot and added 2 cups of water. She then carefully placed the pot on the rack above the fire and left it to boil. When the mixture was ready she carefully applied it to her hair.

“My Thane?” came Lydia’s voice from the stairs “what are you doing?” she asked looking over her thane’s new outfit and the pot with the strange mixture. “Ah Lydia, great timing. I’m trying to colour my hair but I’m not sure I can reach it all, can you help out?” The housecarl had heard of court ladies colouring their hair, but had never seen it done. “Of course my Thane, what do I do?” she asked. “Just apply this mixture to my hair, make sure you don’t miss anything”.

With Lydia’s help Eira’s golden locks were turned to a light brown colour. “Well, how do I look?” Eira asked excitedly. “Different?” Lydia offered uncertainly. Eira answered her with a smirk “mission accomplished then”. She settled in one of the chairs by the fire and read a book, waiting for her hair to dry and Lydia returned to her room. When her hair had dried sufficiently, Eira pulled it back in a loose, sideways ponytail, pulled up her hood and snuck out of the house.

Apparently her disguise worked, because she got caught right away. “By order of the Jarl, stop right there!” Eira froze in place, the adrenaline already pumping through her body. The guard caught up to her brandishing his sword in her face. “Breaking into the Thane’s house was a foolish thing to do thief”. Eira swallowed thickly, it was now or never. “I submit. Take me to jail” she whispered. The guard’s helmet kept her from seeing it, but she could hear the smile in his voice “to Dragonsreach Dungeon you go then” he said taking her arm with his free hand. Eira silently allowed the guard to lead her to the dungeons. Why was she so nervous? This was the plan right? To find out if the rumour was true? Well she was about to find out, that’s for sure.

Finally the guard pushed her into the dungeons and called out to his comrades “guys, I caught this little thief sneaking out of Breezehome. She wished to be taken to jail and submitted”. Two male guards, both wearing helmets, stepped into the main hall of the dungeons. “What did she take?” one of them asked. The guard that led her in shrugged “dunno haven’t checked yet”. The third guard stepped forward, right into her personal space, “let’s check then” he said as he knelt before her, placing his hands on her right calf. He moved them up her leg slowly, deliberately, lingering on her thigh, before doing the same to her other leg. Both legs thoroughly felt up the guards hands drifted to her hips, sliding back and down over her buttocks. Grabbing her arse firmly he nearly pulled her into him, but the guard that arrested her still held her arm, thus holding her back. ‘Well, this sure isn’t how it’s usually done’ Eira thought nervously as the guards hands now made their way up her back, finding the dagger strapped on her belt and removing it. His hands then continued their path over her shoulders and down her arms before being returned to her hips. This time the hands wandered to the front, a single hand dipping down over her core applying gentle pressure before sliding back up to join the other hand, sliding up her sides and under her jacket before finally moving to cup her breasts and squeeze them firmly. The whole thing was embarrassing and erotic at the same time.

I used the word breastbags based on a description of medieval lingerie. I thought it more fitting.