2127 07-27 They ALL knew better, bitch. Now crawl to me
CAUTION: Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).
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PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah has been testing Penny by pushing her limits, and been pleased with her compliance and responsiveness. NOW:
“Here, put it in your mouth,” Channah said, offering him the sweet. “Don’t swallow it, just suck it, it’s sweet and minty so I can kiss you again.”
Penny accepted it, concentrating on it and asking: “What is it, Domina?”
“Persian rock candy. Basically, sugar, infused with… well, anything I suppose,” she shrugged. “I always keep a few wintergreen ones around.” Then she dabbed a clean corner of the rag in the canteen mouth and used it to scrub Penny’s face, leaving it clean, and marginally-minty. “There’s my sweet baby back,” she whispered, putting her right arm around Penny’s neck and pulling her head forward for a slow, lingering, gentle kiss, her right hip pressing against Penny and the connection between them seeming to crackle with electricity where her side rested against Penny.
The kiss was sweet, romantic, and divine; and it seemed to have a life of its own, drawing them each in more deeply the longer they were connected. And Channah’s mouth was tender with her abused girl, using her lips and only the tip of her long tongue for an occasional flicker of contact with Penny’s mouth and tongue. They both seemed to realize at the same moment that they were both humming, opening their eyes simultaneously to look at one another from an inch apart, and giggle like schoolgirls, before slipping into another comfortable, silent intimacy.
“Uh-oh,” Channah twittered, shifting her body slightly to the right so Penny could feel it against the bottom of her thigh. Then she whispered: “I seem to have a not-so-slight problem, again. And you know what that means, don’t you, honey?”
“Yes, Mistress,” she confessed, hanging her head. “And I have a problem, too, Domina,” she whispered, pinkening, looking down at Channah’s breasts, too shy to meet Channah’s eyes.
“Awwwwwww…” Channah’s face turned mock-sad as she pulled back and tipped her head to one side. “Isn’t it sweet we can share our problems with one another?”
“Yes, Domina,” Penny agreed compliantly.
“Yes, indeed,” she agreed, reaching into her bag for her jar and applying its contents. Don’t be nervous, darling. Oh, who am I kidding? I love that you’re nervous, Puddin’. As someone as soft as you, ought to be. Such a sweet, vulnerable, defenseless girl…” she leaned back in for another protracted kiss with her helpless but responsive bride. “Are you uncomfortable, sweetie? All… bunched up like that, with your ankles and wrists bound over your head?”
“Yes, Domina,” Penny confessed mournfully.
“Aren’t you going to whine and beg and plead for me to let you loose?”
“You warned us to be grateful and show you how much we melt for you, Domina. And it’s true! I swear, I am grateful—I’ll continue working on focusing on that.” Then she frowned. “Why, do—do you want me to, Domina?”
“Goodness no,” she laughed as if the notion were absurd. “I want to know you’re obeying the orders I’ve already given you, of course!” she scoffed. Then she gasped, standing up beside the lounge, lifting up on Penny’s bottom with relish and drinking down her resulting discomfort, before sliding the covered pillow up under Penny’s backside, and ooching that delectable backside back up against the lounge, so one corner of the pillow touched Penny’s lower spine. “But, actually… if you don’t mind…” she growled, kneeling on the widest part of the covered pillow, the tops of her thighs pressing sensually up on the outsides of Penny’s pink hips, dropping her hands to Penny’s red bottom, she looked up innocently at Penny and moued: “I do have a favorite fantasy. And nobody’s ever given it to me. Will you, missy?”
“Yes—” Penny swallowed, reflecting her mix of emotions perfectly: Fear, of what outrageous act or submission she would demand, an excitement she couldn’t quite convince herself to get rid of, and her most attractive quality, her deep-seated desire to please others—especially Channah. “Yes, Mistress, if I can, I would love to make you happy, Domina,” she answered. A good answer—especially because it was an honest one. “What—what did you have in mind, Domina?” she asked timidly.
Laughing, she pre-loosened her girl with her fingers, really enjoying the way it made Penny flinch and grunt while she obediently and helplessly remained trapped by Channah’s gaze… and bonds… and greater physical strength… and force of will. Their thoughts touched and flirted with each other’s in a profound intimacy, and Channah whispered: “When I begin,.…” she shuffled forward on her knees, pressing herself against Penny, loving how her girl whimpered and clenched and melted all at once at the first touch, “… I want you to beg me to go gentle with you.”
“Yes Domina,” she breathed, starting to pant. “Will you, Domina?”
“Hell no,” she assured her, starting to push forward.
“Please!” Penny yelped, most genuinely and satisfactorily, “Please be gentle with me, Mistress!”
“I’ll do whatever I like with you, slut,” she answered roughly, sneering at Penny, neither of them able to break the gaze that locked them together. Penny’s breathing grew shallower and she started to make soft little grunting noises, each grunt faster, and higher in pitch, than the last, arching her back involuntarily and biting her lip as Channah moved, faster and faster.
“Yes, of course, Mistress!” Penny consented and wailed, flinching with all the pains she was feeling.
And, unable to contain herself, her hands roughly grasping Penny’s scarlet buttocks; her shoulders forcing back Penny’s knees, she hissed: “Shut the fuck up and kiss me, bitch,” as she crushed her lips against her wife, mouths wide open, the succubus’s tongue aggressive and penetrating, while all the helpless, uncomfortable, bound, ordinary girl could possibly do was accommodate and obey and get vulnerably turned on about how badly her masterful lover was treating her.
Literature Section “07-27[X] The Predatory-Missionary Position”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 27 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 968 words::Explicit 1036 words—Accompanying Images: 2127-2130—Published 2025-07-27—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.