1828 06-97 C’mon, whinny! That’s a good little horsey!
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PREVIOUSLY: After using Penny, Channah has teased her mercilessly to a fever pitch. Now she’s ready to close the deal. NOW:
“Beg me for what I want, until you feel, no, until you know, with every fiber of your being, that it’s what you want, too. No matter how long it takes. And don’t you dare stop until I command you to!”
Penny groaned, turned to helpless jelly by her ruthless application of power and her unending hunger for Penny’s attention and obedience. Channah’s desire to rule Penny, absolutely and powerfully, persuaded and confirmed for Penny just how much Channah cared about her, and how much she mattered to Channah. Any lingering thoughts of looking for ways to resist or hold back, utterly collapsed into the ruins of Penny’s will, which now was only to do whatever it took to keep Channah happy.
From the moment she opened her mouth she was begging with utter sincerity and a raw, unadulterated need that touched Channah’s heart through all the layers of armor and insulation she used to protect it, amplified perhaps, but not allowed in the first place, by the four magical bonds they now shared: “Please, Domina. Please! I want to be your girl. Please take me, I beg of you! Please make me your girl.”
“How?” she demanded relentlessly, and Penny gave her another one of those enchanted, perfect moments unintentionally: She couldn’t seem to figure out what to do with her own hands, knowing she was supposed to remain passive for Channah and wanting to be a good girl, but restless with the unspent energy crackling and curling in the ether around them.
Penny, her hands fluttering uselessly, wailed: “Please, please—ohmigod,” Penny whimpered, a small, helpless, weak, ashamed sound before she forced herself to choke it out, trying so hard her voice came out in a scream: “Make me a woman, Domina! Please possess me, my Master, my Goddess, my Queen, my savior! Please take me, Domina! I beg of you! I was meant to be your base, I know it, and you to be my captain and commander, I know that now!”
She made a whining sound, and Channah seized the opportunity to interrupt her stream of self-abuse and command her further, rolling and grinding her boot into Penny’s stomach and solar plexus: “Play with yourself,” Channah commanded, nodding to her fluttering hands, watching Penny turn into a tomato again. “Your chest, ninny,” she laughed, knowing before Penny did what she would think because Penny was so desperately shy and so fundamentally uncomfortable with her own feelings, she had to be bullied every step of the way into showing them, or even allowing herself to admit and experience them.
Penny awkwardly placed her open hands on her chest, covering them like a modest woman caught without a bra on. “Plea—” she started again, before Channah interrupted her, throwing back her head and laughing harshly:
“No! Completely inadequate! Move your hands,” she barked down at her girl. And as Penny obeyed, she directed her every motion, coaching her until she became enthusiastic: “No—alternate, your full palm with a light tickling with your fingertips. Lighter… lighter!”
“I—I love you, Mistress!” Penny bleated. “Domina! Please! Use me however you want, I want it, I swear, Domina!”
And when she saw goosebumps popping up on Penny’s skin she nodded with satisfaction, waving Penny to keep her mouth shut to let her talk. “Take turns, using one hand to tickle yourself and the other to pinch your nipple…. Roll it between your forefinger and thumb. Go on! That’s good, baby. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Domina, I want to be, Master, I swear!” Penny promised. “I love you! Please make me yours, I beg you…” it came out as another scream: “NOW! Use me very badly, please, Domina I beg you,” Penny was fully sobbing now, drawing in her breath with surprise as she realized, while recovering her breath, that her hands on her chest might actually feel good. She met Channah’s eyes with a mortified, startled expression of having been caught out, blushing, but trying, not giving up. Tentatively at first, and then with slowly-growing authority, turning pink with embarrassment but managing just barely to keep going, she lightly ran her hands over her chest and nipples, forcing herself to sigh deeply as she tried to relax.
“And keep begging! More explicitly! I want details! Tell—me—exactly—what—you—want, bitch!” Channah commanded, calm but emphatic and authoritative, as she stepped off Penny’s chest and then slowly, tauntingly, both of them knowing what she was doing, shuffling backwards over Penny’s legs, raising her skirt so Penny, afraid and appalled, but helplessly aroused to be so submissive, locked her mesmerized, horrified, bulging, lovestruck eyes on the evolution occurring there without even erasing her womanhood. Channah paused, standing over Penny’s hips, trapping Penny’s feet under her knees. “Until I tell you to stop, footstool!” She dripped her contempt down on her girl, watching her slowly start to move her body, unconscious of what was happening, as she—the natural submissive inside her—started responding, more and more deeply, to Channah’s dominance. Her hips were moving. Her legs were still raised, helplessly and openly, like those of a chicken or turkey ready to be ripped apart and eaten by hungry diners around a dinner table. They slowly waved, obscenely, as her hips moved, her hands still working on her chest, her shoulders rolling and her head shaking as if she couldn’t even believe her own lack of dignity and morality. Her whole body was bobbing in time to her heart. She was panting and grunting as she worked herself into a frenzy for her increasingly cruel and mean-spirited master:
“Put your body inside mine!”
Literature Section “06-97[X] Penny Begs for It Like the Slut She Is”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 97 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 946 words::Explicit 1080 words—Accompanying Images: 1828-1832—Published 2025-05-21—©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.