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PREVIOUSLY: Penny emerged from total isolation to a crashing overload of sensation to find herself, physically naked and emotionally-wrecked, in Channah’s protective, affectionate embrace. Comforted by her, overwhelmed by the need and longing she had felt to be saved by Channah, and the reality of being saved by her, she accepts Channah’s kiss. NOW:
Penny melted into Channah’s kiss, something starting as a sigh becoming a moan of passion, her passion dissolving all conscious thought in her, her body twitching unbidden and unintended. Channah’s tongue tickled her lips, caressed her teeth, and flirted with Penny’s. Penny reciprocated, automatically, wanting to feel more of her Domina, and suddenly she felt Channah’s hand around her chin and cheeks, pushing her face away and holding her still.
Surprised, she whispered: “Please—don’t stop,” her eyes swimming back into focus and finding Channah’s, inquiring.
“I won’t,” Channah shook her head decisively, squeezing Penny’s cheeks with the hand that was holding them. Penny didn’t lift a finger to disentangle herself. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t even imagine it. “But you need to.”
“I–?” Penny didn’t even know what she was talking about.
“I like to tongue-dance, but reciprocating is a pleasure I associate with men. Are you a man?”
Penny stared at her, pinkening, before admitting in an embarrassed squeak: “No, Domina.”
“Do you want me to kiss you?”
“Oh, yess,” Penny gushed, practically swooning at the thought. “Please!”
“Then you need to keep your tongue passive when we kiss. It’s not to move more than minimally necessary, and it should stay on the floor of your mouth, out of my way, at all times. Anything else will be considered resistance and obstructionism. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Domina, ofph coursze,” Penny nodded, practicing and sensing what it felt life for her tongue to remain supine in her mouth. “But why?”
“Wait, remind me… do I need a reason?” she asked, curiously.
Penny reddened. “No, of course not, Domina.”
“That’s right! Do you know, my metalsmith and I invented restraint devices long, long ago? We did!” She sniggered with pleasure at the recollection, taking her hand off Penny’s jaw and moving it straight down the front of Penny’s body, tickling her and eliciting a whining sound she seemed to take delight in. “It looks like something’s pinching you, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Domina.”
“Maybe I should talk to her about designing a restraint for your tongue. The trick would be, designing one that keeps your tongue under control without interfering with speech or eating. You won’t be of nearly as much use to me if you can’t speak,” she mused, her finger on her chin again, pretending to consider it seriously. “Perhaps a tongue stud with a little chain, connecting it to a post in the floor of your mouth?”
Penny was scared. “What are you talking about, Domina? I don’t understand! I don’t want to do anything wrong, Domina, I promise. I want to be your good girl.”
Relenting, she smiled fondly. “I know you do, dear. Then obey me. If I really needed your tongue to stay inside your mouth, you would be in tongue-restraint, to keep it away from females of any species—human, demonic, or otherwise—by even a quarter-inch. I’m just commanding you to be passive when we kiss because I like it! I like reminding both of us I’m your Domina, and you’re my jariya. Do you have a problem with me exercising my prerogatives to humiliate, belittle, or otherwise put you down for no reason other than my own pleasure?” she asked challengingly.
Penny shrank back slightly, eyes wide, and shook her head, disconcerted as always by the part of her that liked the way she treated her. “No, Domina. Not at all, Miss.”
“Oh, that’s good,” she snickered. “ ‘Not at all, Miss.’ I like that answer. Then keep every part of you, however… small…” she smiled wickedly, tickling Penny again. “Out of my mouth. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Domina. I’ll be good,” Penny promised, opening her mouth and leaning up towards Channah.
Channah leered at her, bringing her hand back up to take hold of Penny’s jaw and shove it back down, considering Penny.
“Ahm sahy,” Penny apologized, keeping her mouth open and her tongue down.
“You look ridiculous! No—hold it open, I like it when you make a fool of yourself for me.” She laughed, both at Penny’s obedience, and how crestfallen she looked. She moved her hand back to Penny’s body again, enjoying Penny’s desperate squirming. “Does it hurt?” she asked archly, both of them knowing exactly what she meant.
“Yeshmaahm,” Penny nodded earnestly, making her laugh even harder.
“Good. Suffer for me, my little pretty.” And like a bird of prey diving to rip some hapless little fish from a stream, or some harmless little varmint from a field of grass, she dove her head back down again, sealing their mouths together and slithering her tongue back into Penny’s mouth again, relishing Penny’s moans of combined lust and discomfort, while her hand continued to play gently with Penny as her tongue ravished Penny’s mouth.
Penny raised her arm towards Channah, not to be uppity, but automatically, wanting to touch her more, and she laughed into Penny’s mouth as she seized Penny’s wrist and slammed her arm back onto the mattress.
Rolling expertly on top of her jariya, she broke their kiss just long enough to raise her dress above her waist before sliding down to straddle Penny’s hips, cooing and sliding her other lips up and down over Penny’s chastity as her tongue got back to its ravishing.
Her tongue, much longer than Chas’s, and apparently more flexible, not only tickled her lips, caressed her teeth, and petted her tongue, it went wherever it wished, sliding between her jaws and her cheeks, and when she felt particularly devilish, ramming down into the back of Penny’s throat with eye-watering, gag-inducing force. Channah obviously relished every second of Penny’s suffering, her eyes dancing as Penny choked and gasped, struggling for breath and baffled by the confusing messages on the back of her throat telling her body to swallow and to reject the invader.
She broke their conversation for a moment to ask: “Can you feel the way I feel about you?”
“Oh, yes,” Penny groaned helplessly. “Your skin is so slippery and smooth. Ow it hurts…” she protested, not talking about Channah any more.
“I love it! And I love you, my passive little bitch,” Channah growled, continuing to slide up and down, up and down, pressing harder for her own sense of closeness, before smashing her face back down on Penny’s, using her tongue to drive so deep down her throat that pure reflex made Penny try to escape, while Channah used the mattress beneath her and Channah’s mouth above her to trap her and hold her in place, leaving her little mouse with nowhere to flee.
Literature Section “06-90[X] Tongue-Tied Penance”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 90 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1081 words::Explicit 1144 words—Accompanying Images: 1803-1805—Published 2025-05-12—©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.