2100 07-18 You’re BORING me, Mary confessed2101 07-18 I know YOU’RE happy, but big changes are coming, old man2102 07-18 I wonder if he’ll like my boot as much up his old farthole2103 07-18 We’ll see if you’re still so jolly over my knee2104 07-18 I need to FIND your miniscule dick so I can KICK your miniscule dick2105 07-18 ALWAYS use gloves! You’re unworthy to TOUCH me pig!2106 07-18 You ARE sorry but you WILL BE sorrier for glaring, diaper boy!2107 07-18 Stand just like that. This is for glaring at me!2108 07-18 Oh, does it hurt? Serves you right!2109 07-18 Now go make a fool of yourself in front of those girls, for my amusement2110 07-18 Who’s this old fool stickin’ ‘is tongue an’ ‘is crotch out, then?2111 07-18 I fink ‘ees a rite nasty old pervert!2112 07-18 I say we kick ‘im rite innis yarbles! If ‘ee’s GOT any yarbles2113 07-18 Get away from us, you ridiculous pathetic old man!2114 07-18 Awwww…. Did that ‘urt a bit, you sad old git?2115 07-18 You you look a rite FRIGHT, sir!2116 07-18 We fink you better do exactly what we say if you value your bollocks!2117 07-18 Crawl, sissy! Crawl for your life!2118 07-18 Now slither and hiss for us like a snake!2119 07-18. I know! Let’s kick ‘is arse!2120 07-18 Oh! ‘ee’s running away! High-kick-five!2121 07-18 What did you expect, you filthy old pervert?2122 07-18 Oh, would you like another one? Is that it? I love this game!
Writing: My goal of writing 1,000 words per day will not change and you can expect to continue to see the same volume of work overall.
Publishing: However, instead of trying to publish 1,000 words per day with illustrations, after the 29th I will publish work on a scene-by-scene basis. Thus: If a scene is less than 1,000 words, I will publish it that day and start writing the next scene. If a scene is more than 1,000 words I will keep writing until the scene is done and publish it as a complete story. For example, if it is a 4,000-word scene, there would be 3 days without a publication followed by a 4,000-page story on the 4th day. If a scene is extremely long, I may break it up into parts.
Illustrations: I will publish illustrations of scenes at the same time the scenes are published; and I will continue to publish standalone illustrations as the spirit moves me.
I think this will allow me to improve writing quality; I hope the change is not disruptive to you, my dear readers; but please, as always, let me know your thoughts.
2043 07-13 Chastity posing prettily for Channah2044 07-13 Lonely girl desperate for any kind of love2045 07-13 Binding Chastity’s wrists2046 07-13 Channah effortlessly raises Chastity
CAUTION: Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).
Explicit version containing bullying, precum, chastity, masturbation, CBT, and consensualnonconsent themes at 07-13X Hung Out to Get Wet at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman
PREVIOUSLY: After a week of hazing by the succubae, and a looooong day and night’s sleep, the first full day of Chastity’s and Penance’s honeymoon with Channah is finally beginning. Before dawn, while Penny sleeps, Channah leads Chastity deep into the garden, chains her wrists together and hangs them from a hook, then chains her ankles together. “I—I don’t understand—” Chas whined. “I think you do, baby,” Channah grinned. “I mean, you can’t—can you?” NOW:
“I totally can, lover. Of course I can,” Channah assured her, waited a beat, and then—proved it, shouting: “Raise. Your legs!” seizing the ankle chain in her hands and pulling up hard on it, knocking Chas off her feet and then jerking up on the chain with such force she was able to lift Chas’s ankles up higher than her wrists and drop the ankle chain over the same hook holding her wrist chain.
“Oh fuck!” Chastity squeaked, kicking and flailing helplessly while Channah ran her hands all over her body.
“Oh yes!” Channah promised. “Soon enough. But be patient.” And, suddenly, sounding unconvincingly innocent, she asked: “How often did you break the rules yesterday, sweetie?’ Mm?”
Chas stopped moving and looked horrified. Channah didn’t even say anything, she just slapped her girl’s bottom, hard. “Two times, Domina!”
“Oh, dear.” She shook her head and tut-tutted. “I’d think you were a liar if I didn’t’ know already what a little dummy you are.”
Looking hurt and confused, Chas’s eyes darted from side to side, trying to figure out her mistake.
“One. Two. Three, sugar ninny. You broke the rules again with your sisterwife, even after I reminded you what a bad girl you had already been.”
And Chas was even more pierced by knowing she had been stupid in answering her Domina, than she had been thinking she had been tricked by Channah, because she had betrayed herself and her Domina. “Oh, oh I’m sorry, Domina! I’m sorry!”
“Sorry for what?!” Channah demanded, slapping her hindquarters on both sides, then surprising Chastity by unlocking her chakra box and slowly pulling it off, giggling equally at her girl’s expressions of arousal and shock, and the way she came to full attention. “Silly girl,” Channah laughed, slapping her and making her yelp. “Whatcha gonna do about it?” she glanced down significantly, delighted to hear Chas’s frustrated groan. “Don’t worry, I’ll see what I can do to get rid of that for you. Sorry—for—what?!”
“I—what?”
“What exactly are you sorry for, airhead?!” Whack!
“Oh! I’m sorry—”
Whack! “For what?!”
“Oh Domina, for everything! For both—for all of it!” Whack! “OW!” she howled.
“For?what? Answer me sorry girl! And don’t wake up your sisterwife with your bawling.”
“For lying—I mean, for lying, for being stupid, for breaking the rules, for being-stupid—again…” she finished miserably.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
“That’s four things!” Channah managed to sound indignant. “And you forgot to apologize for making such a loud noise!”
This time, Channah whacked her even as she apologized again. “I’m sorry I’m sorry ooh! That stings—I’m sorry!”
“Obviously not enough. Puddin’ would be soft as mush after the first whack,” she giggled. “Open wide!”
“I said wide!” And she pushed a red leather ball into Chastity’s wide-opened mouth. “This is so you don’t wake up Penny,” she cooed wickedly, using a buckling leather strap to hold the ball in place, before reaching down—still holding her girl’s gaze, seeing it turn afraid again as Channah’s predatory smile widened—and rising to reveal what had made the clattering sound before: “I brought your paddle,” she cooed, revealing the Muladhara paddle made just for her.
Chastity made a muffled mewling noise and twisted uselessly, shaking her head sharply.
“You little tease. As if that’s going to stop me, my darling dunce. You’re just trying to turn me on,” she laughed, using her right hand to pull Chastity’s head forward for another long kiss, continuing until Chastity relaxed enough again to get into it and start kissing her back, even as Channah worked the edge of the bat up between Chastity’s cheeks, rocking it back and forth, laughing because she knew exactly what she was doing to Chastity.
Breaking their kiss, she rubbed her thumb against Chastity and snorted, bringing it up to Chastity’s mouth. “That’s for later, girl. Apparently, you think this is all about you. Again!”
Chastity shook her head and tried to make negative noises, assuring her otherwise, but Channah ignored her sliding the paddle away and moving to Chastity’s left side, moving her right hand back down to play, teasing her until she started to pant.
And that was when Channah started to paddle her, one-handed, with her right hand manipulating Chastity, her body pressed up against her side, brushing her arm and knee—which were both about the same height as Chas’s head, and a bit lower than Channah’s—with soft kisses while her left hand thwacked Chastity’s bottom from an imperfect and awkward position, Chastity jumped pleasingly with every blow in response to Channah’s soft, teasing caresses and she started to make little gurgling sounds.
“Oh, dear, I’m not very good at this, am I?” Channah tittered. “Or you’re really boy-stupid. At this rate, I’m not sure how I’m ever going to get you back in your box.” She purred at the desperate sounds Chastity was making, and impulsively paused to lean around and make out with her lovergirl for a minute, before resuming. “You do look kind of dazed and muddled. I guess maybe I haven’t forgotten how to hurt and love a girl at the same time. I know that can be terribly confusing, can’t it?” Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
1925 Man of steel materially transforms the superstructure to abolish private property and all the classes! (English version)1925 Man of steel materially transforms the superstructure to abolish private property and all the classes! (German version)1925 Man of steel materially transforms the superstructure to abolish private property and all the classes! (Russian version)1926 Man of Steel (ALT ver where AI didn’t print globe on beach ball but awesome expressions),1927 Man of Steel (ALT ver where AI gave S and un-Stalinish face but fantastic globe distortion)1928 Man of Steel (ALT ver where AI has him ironing nothing but love the coloring and style)1929 Man of Steel (ALT ver 2nd place for a variety of small factors)2025 Trump—Making the World Pay (BASE version)2025 Trump—Making the World Pay … to Make America Mexico Again (Mexico version)2025 Trump—Making the World Pay … to Make America Jacksonian Again (Jacksonian version)2026 Trump (ALT ver with my favorite of several brilliant expressions)2027 Trump (ALT ver with awesome money globe)2028 Trump (ALT ver great eating money while sycophants applaud)
These images are broken out because they were the last added to the production, and because the existing post on this section was already pushing the outer boundaries of oversized posts. But these images are intended as part and parcel of subsection 07-04-H.
1925 Man of steel materially transforms the superstructure to abolish private property and all the classes! (English, German, and Russian versions)—2025-06-25. n/a; naked political statement; compare: https://www.rbth.com/history/334246-stalin-soviet-cult-personality. Translation (German English): Superman verändert den Überbau materiell, um das Privateigentum und alle Klassen abzuschaffen! Man of steel [lit: Superman] materially transforms the superstructure to abolish private property and all the classes! Translation (Russian English): Сталин существенно преобразует надстройку, чтобы уничтожить частную собственность и все классы! Man of steel [lit: Stalin] materially transforms the superstructure to abolish private property and all the classes! Stalin’s superhero costume has a “C” on it because that is the Cyrillic character starting his name and, I think (?) is associated with the “S” sound in English. For formatting consistency, I kept the foreign language to English translation format, I used English-language wording and sources for the original quotes, partly because it is difficult for me to access other versions and even more to determine which is the correct “original” language. Although Marx and Engels were both German, and presumably wrote and thought “first” in some way in German, many of their most famous quotes come from addresses at international conferences or publications directed towards international organizations. I don’t know if these addresses were given in German, French, or for that matter English although my general understanding is that in the Nineteenth Century French was still the predominant, er, lingua franca. The language of this poster actually crams together four quotes or parts of quotes where merging them seemed intellectually honest because I was stringing together concepts (such as materiality and transformation) that they often linked; although of course the poster deliberately makes a point which they might resist. But the intention of the posters is to attack their ideas head-on, not to misstate those ideas and avoid grappling with any issues. Although the USSR is mercifully gone from the world, this subject matter seemed not only relevant but necessary not only because of the connection between the man and the comic book genre, but because it hopefully provides some framework for comparing with 2025 in terms of where I’m coming from.
1926-1929 Man of Steel (4 ALT vers)—n/a; examples of process; n/a. 1926 Man of Steel (ALT ver where AI didn’t print globe on beach ball but awesome expressions), 1927 Man of Steel (ALT ver where AI gave S and un-Stalinish face but fantastic globe distortion), 1928 Man of Steel (ALT ver where AI has him ironing nothing but love the coloring and style), and 1929 Man of Steel (ALT ver 2nd place for a variety of small factors) are included first, because I liked things about them, and second to illustrate some of the challenges of working with AI, especially given the tight restriction on number of words, and the difficulty I have in keeping concepts and parts of the image distinct while the number of ideas I’m trying to inject goes up.
2025 Trump—Making the World Pay (BASE version), … to Make America Jacksonian Again (Jacksonian version), … to Make America Mexico Again (Mexico version)—n/a; naked political statement; n/a. Compare: https://mvau.lt/media/a79e0a4b-9695-4cee-ba10-156d617d3ddc, https://leadstories.com/hoax-alert/2025/02/fact-check-trump-crown-long-live-the-king-magazine-cover.html, https://www.nbcnewyork.com/news/business/money-report/trump-posts-ai-generated-photo-of-himself-dressed-as-the-pope/6249230/. This, and to a much-milder extent, 1779-1780, are the only direct attacks I allowed myself on specific living political individuals or movements. I am concerned that posting them will cost me viewers, but the fact is, one of the worst problems we have in America today is people feeling like they can’t speak to people on the opposite side of the political divide, or that they’re not interested in hearing from people on the opposite side of the political divide. This is not an ad hominem attack since it’s all about policy not appearance or personality; and I generally avoid criticizing others if I can find a way around it, sometimes going too far in that direction. However, if I hesitated to express my very deeply-held views when I genuinely feel a need to express them to make important points, for fear of losing audience, (1) I wouldn’t have artistic integrity, and (2) (something I think is really artistically and politically important here): my biggest concern about the US is people not speaking their mind in a civilized way to people on the other side of any given political fence. So how can I possibly comment on that, without standing up and doing it? I wanted to do it, and I did. If you want to respond, please do so with constructive comments or with counter-works of your own. If you send me a message on DA I *will* check out your response on your website and offer any thoughts in response I might have. Let’s talk! (Not shout or ignore one another.). We have a lot to offer one another!
2026-2028 Trump (3 ALT vers)—n/a; examples of process; n/a. 2026 Trump (ALT ver with my favorite of several brilliant expressions), 2027 Trump (ALT ver with awesome money globe), and 2028 Trump (ALT ver great eating money while sycophants applaud) are included first, because I liked things about them, and second to illustrate some of the challenges of working with AI, especially the difficulty of getting it to portray specific actions, especially ones that sound violent with respect to symbols (e.g., smashing a globe). It took a LOT of work to get it to do anything other than sprinkle dust or snow on top of the globe. I believe I drew a policy-violation-you-could-be-banned warning when I tried specifying “Donald Trump” in an image months ago, so I had to try describing his face and toss out many, many, many otherwise-promising versions because I didn’t feel like they “vibed” Trump. On top of that, I became convinced that at some point the AI started fighting me on descriptions that sound like Trump; query whether Big Tech has muzzled its most dynamic creations to prevent anything other than glorifications of their great helmsman, Trump, e.g., “orange hair,” the same way Chinese censors erase references to Winnie the Pooh because of its use in the past to refer to President Xi (who you risk your life and family to criticize directly in the PRC). Certainly, the White House’s production of AI-generated images showing Trump as a King, the Pope, etc. suggest fawning on the Great Helmsman is allowed in Silicon Valley. But definitely not criticizing.
1649 06-75 Pleaser (Penny)1650 06-75 I trust you unconditionally, Qahramanah. (Penny)1651 06-75 Is this one suitable, master? (Penny)1652 06-75 I stitched all night. It’s for you Qahramanah! (Penny)
PREVIOUSLY: Queen Channah has decided to take an opportunity to teach Hanim Qahramanah about how to train her girls, and combines the occasion with an early start to her honeymoon. They are practicing trust-building. NOW:
“Do you trust me, Chas?” Channah asked next, and again.
“I do,” she pledged like an eager bride, to all appearances grateful for the chance to repeat it. Like she’d be happy to repeat it all day.
Esmeray considered, and then nodded to her girl: “Penny, will you trust me?”
Penny swallowed. “I will, Qahramanah.”
“Do you promise?”
Penny nodded. “Yes, Mistress. I promise to trust you.”
“Good.”
“See how easy that was?” Channah concluded. “Now reward her. Show your appreciation.”
“How?” Esmeray asked suspiciously.
“Pet her hair, hold her hand, run your fingers down her arm… some gesture of intimacy,” Channah demonstrated by resting her hand on the side of Chas’s neck, making her gasp.
Esmeray looked Penny up and down, and finally placed her hand on Penny’s dress, along her side, just at the base of her ribs, forcing a small but unconvincing smile.
Channah snorted. “Buy gloves. Before we return. I want you to have a pair when we meet you here again.”
She met Channah’s eyes and nodded her agreement.
“Now stand up, Chas.”
“You may rise, Penny,” Esmeray pronounced, deliberately ostentatiously, goofing around.
Turning Chas around, Channah replaced her blindfold as Esmeray imitated her with Penny. Then the two women returned the girls to their back-to-back positions.
Donning the Purple
When she met Channah’s eyes, the Queen smiled and held her finger over her lips. “Pick another item from the box,” she said, while with her hands, she mimed placing a bit in her mouth. Esmeray nodded, smiling slightly. “Now that the girls are blind, they will feel extra vulnerable. It’s why we started with the blindfolds. Being able to see is one of the most important forms of control, especially for a trans girl. But it applies to everyone.” With an impish look, she gently pushed Chas into Penny, and the two women laughed at the way they struggled to avoid touching one another again, reacting to any touch as if they’d been shocked with static electricity.
Channah took one of the two gags, lifting it over Chas’s head without touching her, then leaning in tight to the girl’s back, startling her, with her lips inches from Chas’s ear. Esmeray imitated her. Almost—not quite touching Penny anywhere, but getting close, looking very serious and thoughtful about it. “Open wide, girls,” Channah commanded, popping the horse bit between Chas’s teeth and tugging back. “This one you don’t want to be tight in the back—you want that little bit of distance. But in front, it’s another matter. It’s okay to stretch those lips a little bit.” She laughed deeply in her throat as Esmeray surprised Penny by tugging harder so she could ratchet the strap far enough to reach the next hole. “Their lips shouldn’t be so tight they’re white or stiff. But a little bit of discomfort is okay. You can test for extra stretch in their lips, too, if you’re willing to stick your finger in their mouth.” And she demonstrated, tugging the corners of Chas’s lips a bit to demonstrate they still had room to extend further, her voice becoming more sing-songy. “I like them to remember they’re suffering for our pleasure. Something bearable so it doesn’t distract them from us, but intense enough to assure me I’m on their minds constantly.”
“Yes…” Esmeray nodded slowly, pleased with the idea. “Are you uncomfortable, little girl?”
“Yeph, khawamannath,” Penny murmured around her bit, nodding her head while the women laughed at her pronunciation. “Pleeff nopsahbite!”
“Well, I couldn’t understand that at all,” Esmeray protested and shrugged, meanly but not quite convincingly, clapping her girl on the shoulders and reaching back into the box, frowning and looking askance at Channah.
“Did you find something… interesting?”
“Yes, Mistress,” she agreed, holding up two hollow brass bars shaped like Latin crosses, with rings at the end of each side arm and at the end of the long bottom arm, while the top arm curved like a scorpion’s tail, ending in a glass bulb. They clanged slightly against one another, catching the girls’ attention.
Channah shook her head, containing her urge to smile. “Let’s stick with purple for now.” And she nodded with approval as Esmeray handed her one arm cuff, and then a second.
“Hold your arms up for me,” Channah ordered Chas, using her own hands to guide his where she wanted them, and nodded to Esmeray, who told Penny:
“You too, Penny. Hands up to your waist.”
Channah shuffled counter-clockwise so she was looking at the girls from the side and began cuffing Chas’s right wrist, while Esmeray did the same to Penny. Penny made a slight whimpering sound.
“Hot,” Channah responded, leaning in and kissing him lightly on the cheek. “So glad you girls are gagged so we don’t have to contend with your words and ideas anymore. Just your raw feelings. Be good and stay still, sweetie. You don’t really have any choice, do you?” she taunted her. “You’re in hell, my hell, surrounded by the damned and my guards. Accepting bondage is just a way for you to prove you trust me. So romantic…” she sighed, rooting through the box for the remaining wrist cuffs and handing one to Esmeray. “Let’s swap girls,” Channah giggled, fairly confident she was the only one in this small group who would understand the joke. Maybe Chas… maybe. But she was only a libertine by England’s tight-laced standards.
“Same little-finger test, Mistress?” Esmeray asked, checking Penny’s right wrist before turning to Chas’s left.
“Always, child. It’s still tight enough they can’t slide them over their thumbs, but you can always double-check if you’re concerned.” And she demonstrated, making sure the cuffs were narrower than Chas’s wrists.
Next, after finding the four purple leg restraints, the woman squatted down beside the girls and bound their ankles. Channah ran her hand over the girls’ calves and ankles, drawing a curious stare from Esmeray. “I love the way the stockings feel on their smooth legs. All silky and slippery.” Hesitantly, Esmeray ran her own fingers up Penny’s leg, liking the way she could make the girl shiver when her fingers slipped up behind her knees to her thighs. Channah paused and watched until Esmeray became self-conscious of her observation and stopped. “Do you like it?”
She thought, and admitted: “I like the gags because I can tell them what to do but they can’t engage me back in any way. No questions from Little Miss Bigmouth—what?”
“That’s exactly what Fang called her,” Channah chittered.
“It fits. As you warned me. But now: No questions, no complaints, no protests, no arguments…. And,” she set Chas’s ankle cuff down for a moment, running her hands up and down both girls’ legs, a little more relaxed than a moment earlier. “I like the stockings for the same reason: I can feel them, even imagine them, but I’m not actually, you know…”
