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 angrily and rigorously punished and tested her girls, and Penance eventually assuaged her suspicions. Both girls have been ridden hard, but neither has been put away yet. Penance lies bound and helpless, naked, in the garden. Chastity lies bound and helpless, wearing a painful hair shirt and locked in a metal prison cabinet. NOW:
“I do feel good about this,” Channah mused, enjoying the morning sun fall on her as the sun finally rose high enough in the sky to top the mountains themselves. Squiggling against Penny, she purred: “You feel good. Oh, I’d be happy to do this all day. But because you girls have made such a mess of things, we’re—meaning you’re—going to have to take some time to clean up while I work a bit. So we’d better go have breakfast. That is, if you’re still hungry after all that loser juice and cock filth?”
“Yes, Domina, please let me have breakfast, Domina!”
She shrugged, sitting up and swinging her legs off the stone. “I want my girls to have all the energy they need, for all the chores and… other ‘duties’ I need them to perform. So, I promise, you’ll get what you need.” Looking down at Penny, she pouted. “I really want to kiss you right now, but what have you done? And after I cleaned your mouth out once already? After you and Chastity finish your chores, I’ll let both of you messy girls bathe again.”
Releasing Penny’s hands and rebinding them before her, and leaving her legs hobbled, simply for the added pleasure of making her work while restrained, she directed Penny to carry the cushions back to the house before the afternoon rains, insulting and shaming her to keep her hustling and hurrying as best she could to keep up with her carefree master. At the house, she showed Penny where the cushions belonged, and where she could find the cleaning supplies, so she could get working on Channah’s bedroom floor and the stairways and halls they had tracked through from the site of Penny’s big mess until they exited the house.
Leaving Penny to her cleaning, Channah returned to the storage room to open Chastity’s prison-box, finding her sweaty, smelly blonde girl shivering despite the warmth generated in her little space by her anxious, restless, tormented body. Feeling the doors open and the cool air reach her, Chastity turned her blind head toward the opening and began making what Channah gleefully interpreted as extreme begging and pleading sounds. The parts of her face that were visible behind her blindfold and gag stretched and twisted with her desperation and hope, which Channah rewarded by standing back and watching until Chastity gave up in despair, slumping back to the demoralized, unhappy position she had been in before the doors opened. Bored with the end of the spectacle, Channah yanked hard on Chastity’s head and shoulder, rolling her out of the cabinet to lie face-down, butt-up, immediately outside it.
Kicking her legs to stop her from straightening them, Channah draped a cloth over Chastity’s bottom, and by sitting daintily upon it with her legs straddling Chastity, grinding the sharp camel hairs all the more forcefully and abrasively everywhere her weight fell, biting her lip with pleasure to see and feel how Chastity’s hips involuntarily bucked and twitched to reduce their impact. After leaning forward to remove her earplugs, Channah placed another cloth on Chastity’s shoulders and set her feet on it to avoid touching the sweaty, filthy hair shirt, some of which was Chastity’s, and some of which had accrued to it when it was used on previous victims, but had been revived and reactivated by Chastity’s heat and moisture. Channah could lean forward whenever she wanted to put more pressure and weight on Chastity’s upper body and neck, then lean back whenever she wanted to put more pressure on Chastity’s knees and lower back, knowing that every shift and motion caused the camel hairs poking and scraping most of her body to shift and bite like miniature snakes.
“Welcome back, bitch,” she snapped coldly. “You’re still on my shit-list, but Penny has pleaded on your behalf, swearing you mean well and begging me to give you another chance to prove you truly want only to obey and serve me. Is she right?”
She smirked with satisfaction as Chastity made more muffled noises, just managing to nod her head despite the force with which it was being pressed down into the floor beneath her by her position and the weight on her shoulders.
“I can’t understand you, ninny,” she managed not to betray her amusement. “Nod more clearly for yes, shake your head more clearly for no!”
After she had made Chastity nod with her face smashed against the ground for a couple of minutes (and after she could control her voice again) she continued, sounding doubtful: “All right. On Penny’s word—and yours—I’ll give you one more chance to show me how you feel about me. But if you don’t demonstrate how eager you are to serve and please me, I’ll know you’re both lazy liars and send you both back to some very, very heavy punishment work in hell. Do you understand me?” And, as she nodded, as frantically and emphatically as she could, Channah—leaning forward, of course, to make it as hard as possible for her—added: “Do you want to play here and have sex with me?” (more nodding). “Or do you want to go break rocks and mine for gold in hell? We don’t actually have any,” she snickered, clarifying, as Chastity shook her head frantically, “But you’ll be punished if you don’t dig, and punished for failing to meet your quotas, anyway!”
And after letting her worry about that for a bit, Channah asked: “Are you ready to do your very best to please me and be loyal, if I let you go?”
This time, she let Chastity hear her satisfied, contemptuous cackle, before using her heels to deliver a not-really-very-friendly blow to the girl’s shoulder blades and standing to untie her arms, relishing the way Chastity’s body sagged and twisted in relief and avoidance of as much harm from the camel hair as possible, as Channah untied the belts securing the hairshirt and removed it from her now-badly-scratched and -abraded body. After removing her blindfold and gag, she asked her: “What do you say, is that better?”
“Yes, Domina!” Chastity wailed, turning to face Channah, dropping to her knees, and pressing her lips to Channah’s feet in a single motion. “Thank you, Domina! Thank you for letting me have a second chance! I do love you, Domina, and I am yours! Thank you for your mercy and kindness! I promise I won’t disappoint you, Domina!”
She let it go on a bit, grinning down at her girl’s head bobbing and moving over her feet as she lay kisses on every inch of them that she could reach and dribbling out obsequious compliments and entreaties. Then, making herself scowl so she could sound harsh, she commanded her slave to prove it by retracing their steps to the pool area and the gazebo, picking up everything they (well, she) had dropped and discarded, and either throwing it over the cliff if it were trash, washing it in the bathing pool if it were washable, and bringing it back to the house to dry or put it away properly.
Pausing in the hallway as she dressed, pulling on her bra, dress, and mules, she called Penny to the top of the stairs and informed both girls she would be communicating with her vassals in the command suite and whenever a girl finished her assigned chores, she should report for more by respectfully crawling into the command room where Channah could see them, and waiting silently on hands and knees until Channah could take a minute to speak with them. “And remember: I expect perfection! You girls have no idea how much it turns me on to know you’re obediently doing my cleaning, laundry, and cooking while I work, or rest, or amuse myself. If you do a good and diligent job to my exacting standards, believe me…” she moaned “you will see just how much it turns me on and makes me love you. Conversely, I’ll leave you to imagine how it makes me feel, and how I’m likely to treat you, if you disappoint me by slacking off or doing a poor job.”
In fact, she periodically slipped silently from her command room to observe each girl, a bit disconcerted to find that she actually cared whether they were busily at work or lollygagging, whether they did their jobs well or with mediocrity, whether they had done a good job to please their Domina or a bad one to earn punishment.
Some part of her was actually tense with her genuine hope they would not disappoint her, because she actually wanted them to confirm a confidence she realized she actually wanted to have in them. That was a terribly unsettling and atypical concern; and she tried, unsuccessfully, to remind herself that the hopes and dreams and loyalty of mortals were more meaningless than dust on an entryway floor. But despite her self-talk, she could still feel how much she wanted them to validate and reassure her with their sincerity. Unsure what else—beside acting on it—she could do with such feelings, she shoved them to the back of her mind and contacted her Castellan. By the evening time, the girls had finished their cleaning and washing, and done it well. They had emptied and rinsed the chamber pots from a small ledge beside the top of the waterfall over the cliff, set the table, prepared and placed their dinner of warm bread, cold cuts, vegetables, and fruit on serving plates on the dining table, opened two bottles of spiked wine to breathe, done everything else she asked of them, bathed themselves with soap, and sweetened their mouths with mints.
Literature Section “07-30[X] Chore Time for Working Girls”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 30 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1621 words—Accompanying Images: 2139A-2140D—Published 2025-07-30—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, stupid choices, evil, harm, danger, death, mythical creatures, idiots, and criminals. Don’t try, believe, or imitate them or any of it.