2011 07-07 Actually, yes, I AM the “pool police”
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PREVIOUSLY: After a week of brutal wedding and coming-of-age hazing by the succubae, Chastity and Penance are finally enjoying their true honeymoon with Channah. NOW:
Channah was severe, but still not entirely convincing as the stern mother figure when she started lecturing Chastity: “Bad girl! You sullied your sisterwife, and your supposedly bestest girlfriend!”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Chastity apologized, again whether to either or both of her companions was unclear.
“You’re such a rebel!” Channah tutted and huffed as best she could manage. “Don’t imagine I’m going to forget this! I’m going to have to start cleaning Penny all over again!”
“I’m so sorry!”
“I allowed you to become the woman you always wanted to be. That was my gift to you! And how have you repaid me?”
“It was a mistake—”
“In addition to making a mockery of your own, good Christian name,” (it was all Channah could do, not to bust a gut) “you’ve demonstrated pretty clearly you can’t be trusted without your chastity cage, haven’t you?”
“I’m sorry, I swear!”
“Answer me! Haven’t you?”
“Yes, Domina,” Chastity confessed, her chin dropping in shame.
“I mean, you can’t even take a bath without—! The idea was for us to get clean so we could really play! This is supposed to be my honeymoon, and we have to begin it by locking you up in chastity?! I want you to think long and hard about how you can make it up to me, do you understand?”
“Yes, Domina,” she assured her. “I will! I promise!”
“And to Penny, who’s going to have to clean up!”
“Yes, I’m sorry Penny—what?”
But Channah had already turned her attention to Penance, stroking her hair gently and asking her: “Are you okay, honey?”
“Yes, I’m fine, Domina,” she answered, red-faced.
“But a little embarrassed about what you did to Chastity?”
“Yes, Domina,” she nodded her agreement.
“Well, you can start making it up to her, and to me, right now. Go on, clean her up.”
“Wha—?”
But Channah’s left hand, that had been stroking her hair, was now gently but firmly pressing her face down to Chas’s tummy. “Go on sweetie,” she murmured, coaxing the girl, even as she turned her head and leaned down to see between them. “Come on, don’t be shy!”
“But—but—”
She straightened back up, snorting impatiently and swatting Penny hard on her naked buttocks. “This is something you’re going to be doing a lot of, darling, so stop dawdling. Right. Now!” And she emphasized the point by taking hold of Penny and squeezing so hard she made Penny squeal in girlish protest. At the same time, she kept her other hand on Penny’s head and neck, to hold her tightly in place and, in fact, push her down. “You’re not going anywhere until she’s clean, young lady!” To reinforce her seriousness, she opened her fingers for a moment, capturing all of Penny and wrenching violently until Penny’s screeching was muffled by her compliance. “There you go, sweetheart,” Channah murmured, consoling and supportive the instant Penny started obeying. Without changing position or even pausing, her hand transformed from stick to carrot, her fingers soothing Penny’s flesh even as her subtlest magic flowed into the girl even as, bending her head close to Penny’s, her warm breath flowed into her ear. “I know you’re not used to it yet, sugarbear, but it will get easier. Soon it will feel as natural to you as to any other woman. Well, more so than most, to be honest, because you’ll have a lot more practice.” The hand that had been holding her head down, stroked her hair again. “Such a good girl. Don’t miss her belly-button, sweetie. Good girl!”
Moving around behind Penny, between Chastity’s legs, she heard Penny’s breath rise to a pant, her hips shifting unconsciously as she began to respond in earnest. Pouring the soap in a line up the backs of Penny’s legs, Channah rubbed and scrubbed her calves, her knees, and her thighs, encouraging her to lift and straighten each of her legs a minute so she could soap her knees and shins, then gently and meticulously washing her feet as she sighed and twitched.
“Oh… you’re so ticklish, aren’t you, Honey Princess?”
Penny moaned her confession into Chastity’s stomach, then jerked and moued again as Channah briefly tickled the most sensitive centers of her soles. “I’m going to remember that,” she laughed deep in her throat, then used both hands to deliver a sharp swat to both sides of Penny’s behind. “Now get on up there and do what both of you girls have been waiting for… you do know what I’m talking about, don’t you Penny?” She laughed “I’m talking about putting your mouth on—I mean, even you, Princess, should know how to do that without my having to explain it,” she teased. “It’s the most natural thing in the world. I know you two have been dying to try it out on one another since the moment you transformed, haven’t you?” She demanded, pinching Chastity’s big toe and causing her yelp. “Go on, beg her for it, you little rebel!”
“Please, Penny!” Chastity whined, sounding surprised even to herself, but undoubtedly aroused. “I want to feel your mouth on me! Ah!” she cried, as—encouraged by Channah’s hands, one reaching up to push down between Penny’s shoulder blades, the other moving between Penny’s legs, Penny’s mouth and hands overcame a final, momentary hesitation and connected with Chastity.
Literature Section “07-07[X] Cleaning Up Chastity’s Mess”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 07 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 898 words::Explicit 1039 words—Accompanying Images: 2011-2013—Published 2025-07-07—©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.