1838 06-99 Penny waits desperately for Domina’s decision
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PREVIOUSLY: Penny, lying open below her Domina, begs Channah to take her. NOW:
“Wow, girl,” Channah snickered, impressed with her girl’s begging, pulling a jar from her pocket, removing the stopper, and dripping olive oil all over herself. With every single drop that landed on her, Penny jerked and writhed and moaned with the need to release bottled-up energy. “I’m impressed with you! I sensed there was a raw, live-wire slut inside you, buried beneath all the layers of propriety and manners and civilization…. There were times when even I doubted my instincts about you, you buried yourself so deeply, but I shouldn’t have. I knew it! Didn’t I? And now you’re my whore. My slut. My wanton, wanton girl.” And then she snapped: “Aren’t you?!”
“Yes, yes, I’m—I’m your t- your, I mean, Jezebel!,” Penny started bawling, her cheeks on fire, shamed and humiliated beyond all measure and reason, abasing herself and professing her disgraceful deepest desires as she had never done before. And the worst part of all of it was being afraid, as the words came out of her mouth, that they might all be true. “I’m a—I’m such a hussy,” she sobbed. “Why why why I don’t know! I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m such a nymphomaniac. But I need you.” She looked and sounded shocked again: “But-but I think it actually may be—I’m feeling a funny kind of way—Oh, Domina! I—I think I really do! I need you, Master! I need to feel you warming me up inside, right to my heart! Please Domina, make me complete! Oh, please, please pleeeeeease…!”
Channah, meanwhile, was rubbing the olive oil into her skin, enjoying the feeling. “Where—where do you want me to touch you?” she demanded, panting almost as heavily as her slave.
“Where—where you did before,” Penny squeaked, hardly able to stand the sound of the words coming from her own mouth. “Anywhere, Domina, anywhere you want, you know best!” And she started moving her own hands lower.
“Hunh-unh!” Channah snapped, dropping an oily hand to slap Penny’s to one side. “You had your chance, Ms. Modesty. No more! No hands! You made your decision—keep your hands on your nipples, girlie!”
“I’m sorry, Domina, I was stupid! Please, please let me change my mind, Domina! Oh lord, please—I need—Please?! You’ve got to—”
“ ‘Got’ to? Are you trying to tell me what to do, bitch?” Channah asked dangerously, raising her open palm as if she were going to slap Penny hard. Penny moued, and her knees jerked as if she were fighting every instinct she had to keep them apart, but hold them apart she did, cringing while she did so.
“No—no of course not, I’m sorry, Domina,”
“No, ma’am, I thought not.” Channah shook her head, smirking commandingly, her voice at once much quieter than Penny’s, and much more authoritative. “Good girl. Try again. Do you command?”
“No, Domina, I—” and she realized she knew the answer already. Channah had already told her. “I beg, that’s all I can do, Domina! I beg of you, please take charge of me! I want it more than anything. More than anything I’ve ever wanted!” And in that moment, she was so deep in subspace, under Channah’s spell, that she believed it well enough to be true. Penny whimpered and cried brokenly. “Do what—what Roger did to you, Domina.” She realized, with shock, that it was absolutely true, mortified to consider what it looked like, what it sounded like, and that for some reason she still wanted to be treated the same way. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Mistress. I want to be your baby-doll.”
Backing the rest of the way back so Penny’s feet weren’t under her knees anymore, and shaking out the rest of the bottle carelessly all over Penny, Channah shook her head. “No. Not today… today I want it to be so personal.”
“Personal?” Penny gasped. Not understanding yet.
Channah laughed, a low, guttural sound. “I’ll show you.”
Channah took hold of Penny. “Please do! Please show me! Oh please do!” Penny hyperventilated, as Channah dropped to her knees.
Penny flipflopped instinctively, panic piling back into her eyes as the reality of what was about to happen hit home, and wailed in a combination of need and fear. “Oh please be gentle with me, Domina!”
Penny’s squeal rose to a full-fledged wail as she felt Channah touch her. “Oh my goodness—PLEASE!!!!!”
Channah wasn’t sure what Penny wanted at this point and she doubted Penny had any idea, either. But in any event, it was way past the time Penny might have had any say in the matter. She was Channah’s totally passive receptive girl now, her entire existence defined by, even given by, Channah; her whole identity shrunk to the obedient, desperate, aching flesh being touched by Channah, even as she flooded Penny with another blast of the magical-sexual lightning that was the unique gift of the succubae.
Literature Section “06-99[X] Channah Knows How to Stretch a Penny”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 99 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 827 words::Explicit 1183 words—Accompanying Images: 1835-1838—Published 2025-05-24—©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.