07-05 In the Bathing Pool

PREVIOUSLY:  For seven days and nights, Chastity and Penance have been tormented, tested, pushed, and bewitched by the succubae and their human operatives, leaving them feeling rootless, lost, malleable, in need of comfort, and desperate for love.  Now, finally, Channah gives them what they long for, introducing them to her private mountain vale.  NOW:

Beyond the hot bath, the forest stream, and the washing-pool was a breathtaking vista, revealed between the high greyish-black cliffs to their left and the forest canopy to their right.  Channah’s vale ended in a low rise of rock, its lowest point the drain and surface level of the bathing pool.  Beyond it were a line of jagged mountain peaks; and, as they got closer, opening out below before the distant peaks, a deep and wide valley thousands of feet below them.

“Remember how everything in the vale looks,” Channah cautioned her girls—as if, they imagined, they could ever forget!  “This, exactly so, is the way I want it.  I gave my gardeners and servants the week off.  Mainly for privacy, so we can enjoy the true, intimate seclusion our marriage entitles us to—something that is among the most difficult things for me, as a Queen, to obtain.  Priceless!  You cannot imagine the constant attention of flatterers and wheedlers, or the freedom of being alone with my loving wives.”  She sighed, squeezing them both as she continued to guide them, past the hot bath and over the stream on a little bridge.  “But partly, I confess, because it turns me on to see my play-partners working and serving me.”  She shivered anticipatorily, leaving them in no doubt how much she meant it.  “It’s almost better than sex, which is saying something for a succubus,” she drawled.  “So expect to spend some time each day cleaning and caring for my paradise.  Obviously,” she shrugged, “You’ll do the cooking and laundry as well,” she purred at the thought, her eyes dancing.  “And I will sit and watch you sweating in the warmth of the afternoon sun.  Oh, yes, you must do the hardest work in the afternoons…” she cooed, running her hands over their shoulders and backs.  “You simply must…” she bit her lip, and shook her head, as if to clear it. 

“But not today.  And not tomorrow.  I know you sweethearts are exhausted.  We have plenty of prepared food to last us a couple of days and everything is spotless now.  So, the intensely sexual cleaning,” she emphasized breathily, pausing to kiss each of them, her anticipation making them want to serve her and turn her on, compounding their submissive natures, before she continued, “Will have to wait.  A little spicy anticipation even as we indulge ourselves completely, playing with one another.”

Leaving them a moment, standing and staring dumbly out over the chasm in wonder, she stepped to a low chest like a coffee table between two chaise lounges, removing towels—which she set on one of the chaises beside their chastity cages—a bottle of castile soap, and some clean rags; before returning to them, setting the rags and bottle close to the edge of the bathing pool and removing their wrist and ankle cuffs, first Chastity’s, then Penny’s.  She helped them and made them feel cared for by massaging their stiff shoulders and arms as they groaned in relief.

“Now,” she smiled coyly at the girls, “Kneel before me.  Go on, I have to get ready to bathe, too!”

Looking at one another in delighted but nervous surprise, having never seen their own Domina naked before, despite the liberties they had been allowed with her, they knelt.  Smiling magnanimously, she placed her hand on top of Chastity’s head for balance and insolently lifted her foot, presenting her boot to the two girls, who quickly worked it off.  When they stopped, looking up at her expectantly, she raised a questioning eyebrow.  “And my stocking and garter?”

Embarrassed, hands fairly quaking, they reached tentatively under her skirts to removed them, struggling not to take any unnecessary liberties by touching her skin more than necessary.  Then, with her hand on Penny’s head, she lifted the other foot and they attended to it in turn.  She then turned around and directed them to the hooks and clasps on her back where they released her dress, Penny gasping as it fluttered to the ground, leaving her only in her bra.  The girls nearly hyperventilated at the sight of her bare skin.  Looking back over her shoulder at them, and where their gazes turned and lingered, she smirked, enjoying their attention.  “Go on!  What are you waiting for?”

“Your permission” Chastity explained.  “Your command,” Penny answered.  As she laughed at them, they both, understanding they should not wait, tried and eventually succeeded at removing her bra.  Ignoring them, she flounced into the water, up to her thighs, before spinning around, shivering from the shock of the cool water, and giving them a sultry look as she sank back into the pool. 

“Don’t be shy, girls.  Chastity, honey, can you bring the soap?  And Penny, sweetie, the rags?”  She laughed as they scrambled to collect the supplies and splash into the water with her.  “Let’s bathe… Chastity first.  Come here, darling.”

Pecking Penny on the cheek so she wouldn’t feel ignored, she turned to Chastity and, reaching below the water, found what she had expected.  She stared into her wife’s eyes, smiling, until Chastity looked away, embarrassed.  “Duck your head to get your hair wet,” she ordered, and when Chastity came back to the surface, sputtering, she was ready, her hands slippery with the Castile soap.  “Turn around.”  And then she began washing Chastity, sensually, hair and face, neck and shoulders, followed by her arms, humming softly as she felt Chas relaxing and melting under her ministrations.

There was a flat rock, about the size of a small bunk, in the middle of the washing pool, and she made Chastity climb onto it so she could soap her feet, her legs, her back, her breasts, her belly, and finally her clitty and bottom.  She obviously enjoyed it the most when Chas did, squirming with nervousness and excitement as her hands moved over the girl’s most-sensitive parts.  She lingered especially long on her clitty and breasts, enjoying watching Chas writhe and Penny shrink back nervously.  Standing above Chastity’s head, she leaned over her, slowly rubbing soap into and around her nipples while making out with her, their heads facing in opposite directions, Chas moaning and arching her back.  Last of all, Channah stood between Chas’s legs, pushing her fingers over Chas’s stiff, soapy flesh, locking eyes with her and drinking up every bit of Chas’s vulnerability and loss of control.  She moved with a teasing, unbearable slowness, squeezing and tickling, giggling mischievously.  Her delight increased in proportion to Chas’s desperation and frustration, and even Penny became lost in the drama, losing her own self-consciousness and staring with rapt fascination at the drama rising to its climax before her.

With consummate skill, Channah drew out Chastity’s passion until the girl started begging out loud, helplessly pleading for mercy, staring into and drowning in Channah’s sparkling, delighted eyes….

Literature Section “07-05 In the Bathing Pool”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 05 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1148 words—Accompanying Images:  2003-2004—Published 2025-07-06 (a.m.)—©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.