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The Art of Control
“Let’s get these girls dressed for the dance,” Channah began. “Knowing how careful Fang is, there should be two of everything in the box. We should start with the blindfolds. Can you find them?” And when Esmeray handed her one, she continued: “In a situation like this, with two girls trapped between us, at our mercy…” she flashed a wicked grin at Chas, as she reached up and spun him around to face Penny. Esmeray, on the far side of Penny, followed her example. Since the women were taller than the two girls, barefoot or in heels as they were now, they could see one another over the girls’ French Hoods, and Channah could now see Penny’s eyes over the back of Chas’s shoulders. “And in most situations when I am playing with more than one pet,” meeting Penny’s eyes and relishing his uncertain, worried look, she continued, “I like to keep them herded close together.”
“For control?” Esmeray asked.
“Yes! Very good. For control…” she snickered. “And especially, with trans girls, because it embarrasses them.” She used her hips to bump Chas forward until she and Penny were touching, trying in vain to keep their crotches from bumping and turning their heads slightly so they weren’t kissing.
“It really does!” Esmeray laughed appreciatively, watching and imitating as Channah raised the blindfold over Chas’s eyes, with the padded silk side towards her, adjusted it, and then strapped it behind Chas’s head. “She looks afraid!”
“They both do! Wouldn’t you be?”
“Don’t they know you well enough to trust you, Mistress?”
“Maybe. Maybe not enough, yet.” She met Esmeray’s eyes and winked. “Maybe too well.” And they both laughed. “Seriously, girls, we’re married. How many times have I told you, I have plans for you? Plans to have you by my side, serving me, for a long time. You should know by now I’m never going to hurt you… too badly. Certainly not injure you, you know, permanently.” She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Both of us will even protect you from anything that’s worse than what we have planned for you, when you’re in our control. But Esmeray and I—and every succubus and qahramanat set over you—reserve our rights to torment you and test you…. To push you, even a little bit past what you thought your limits were.” Then, after a final adjustment to the blindfold, she turned Chas’s head and showed Esmeray her little finger under the strap at the back of Chas’s head. “See how my pinky fits under Chas’s blindfold, here where it’s tightest?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You might think the straps should be super-tight, but that’s not so. And it can even damage your girl. If you make anything too tight, your girl may not be able to mind you any more because she’s so focused on the pain from an overly-tight bond. Or to serve you properly because she’s lost feeling or use of an extremity. And somehow, the bonds can make the blood move unevenly through the body, making some parts too sanguine, and some too dry, injuring your girl. A broken girl is a joy, but an injured girl means more work for you.”
She nodded approvingly, as Esmeray checked Penny’s blindfold. “Obviously, you want to make sure everything is secure, and certainly that your jariya is not able to escape anything you choose to bind her with. But secure is different from tight, especially with leather and metal restraints since they’re harder to stretch or fray than rope. If these were wild boys or girls, it would be different. But with tame girls like these, you can even ask them.”
“Ask them?!”
“Here, like this:” And she leaned close to Chas, running her hands down the girl’s sides, raising goosebumps. “Chas, honey doll, how does your blindfold feel? Too loose? Too tight?”
“Neither, Domina,” Chas answered. “It’s well-fit.”
“And how about your eyes? How much can you see?”
“Nothing, Domina.”
“Not even a sliver of light from around the edges?”
“No, Domina.”
Channah raised her arm, as if saying “ta da!”
“How do you know if they’re lying or not?”
“You have to know your girls. Really pay attention to them and get to understand them. If they’re really tame and trustworthy, they’ll tell you the truth. If they’re a pleaser.”
“What’s a pleaser?”
“Oh dear, you are new to this. A sub who actually wants to please you. It doesn’t mean they can. They may be too small, or too nice,” she pointed at Penny and Chas, bringing a smile to Esmeray’s face. “But at least they’re minded to try. Some of these girls will lie, but it’s usually because they’re trying to keep you happy. When it comes to their own safety and comfort, or their own limits, they’ll over-promise what they’re ready for, and underestimate your demands.”
“So… if Penny lies about the strap, it’s because it’s too tight and is going to hurt her, not because she’s trying to escape?” she asked, doubtfully.
“Head of the class! Which means you have to be alert to signs your pet is overheating or shutting down, more than getting ready to bolt. Especially if they have a relationship with you: They want to please you, even if they’re too ashamed to admit it, even to themselves. Also, unless they’re especially stupid hucows, they have to know their top is going to figure out whether or not they’re playing games, sooner or later. Ultimately, the better you know your slave girl, the more accurately you can predict her, anticipate her, control her, and—when necessary—defeat her.”
“We—the succubae—have been training these two for years. And they’re not stupid. Can girls panic and make mistakes? Yes. Trans girls, especially, when they’re embarrassed by their feelings. And when they do, you absolutely punish them, severely,” she reached around Chas with both hands, squeezing and wrenching her cage in one hand and Penny’s in the other, to demonstrate, as they each flinched and cried out. “They’re so at our mercy, it’s easy to make them bitterly regret it every time they don’t trust you with their total truth and obedience. As their superiors, we need to teach them—and they need to learn—to trust us completely, with every one of their most-private dreams and fantasies, and their very-deepest and most private secrets. Every so often, you should make it a habit to pull them aside, individually, and ask them about what they’re feeling and thinking—so you know it. “Yes, Mistress,” Esmeray answered thoughtfully.
Literature Section “06-72 Dance of the Qahramanat VII”—Part 72 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1092 words—Accompanying Images: 1637-1640—Published 2025-04-24—©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.