CAUTION: Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).
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PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah has been angrily and rigorously testing Penny by pushing her limits; now she has chained her down with her wrists and ankles locked above her head. NOW:
“You’re in quite a pickle, aren’t you, little Princess?” Channah teased her.
“I am! Yes, Mistress!” She protested. “Please, Domi—”
“Let me see…” she cut her girl off. “I seem to remember you’re… ticklish!” she roared, pouncing on the soft, vulnerable soles of Penny’s feet, tickling them while Penny jumped and jerked and squealed and hyperventilated and kicked. “Was that a rhetorical question, do you think, Penny?” she snarked.
“No Domina, I—I am ticklish, Domina! I’m ticklish!”
And she continued tickling and tormenting her for another minute or two, reveling in the girl’s extreme reaction. “Oh, Pleaser,” she mumbled, “I don’t know why, but the results of the tickle test are as conclusive as those of the batting test: I have a best-in-class—by which I mean, wimpiest, most-pathetic, weakest, and most-sensitive—sissy ever on my hands! Darling, you are going to be helpless before me!”
“I know! I already am! I always have been, Domina!” she cried, an ineffectual protest directed at no one. “Of COURSE I am! But I don’t know why I was made this way!”
Moving around to the side of the lounge and watching Penny’s face as she calmed down and recovered her breath, she felt another stab of intense pleasure between her legs when Penny finally opened her shy eyes and blushed prettily for her Domina. “I love you so much, Domina,” she pledged, her eyes so big and honest Channah just melted.
“Oh, Princess, I love you! Don’t you see it, silly? You were made for me: body and soul, my perfect plaything!” She felt the familiar changes in her lower body while an even-more-embarrassed Penny looked down at it and whispered:
“Oh, my! Made for just you…. Only you?” she mused, sounding kind of distracted and bemused. “Gawd, maybe I was…” and then she whispered, very quietly, looking up at Channah in wonder with the biggest most-innocent eyes Channah could remember seeing as Channah climbed onto the stone lounge over her: “Is it really possible, Domina?”
“Oh yes, slut. Oh yes it is!” And standing with her feet just against the outsides of Penny’s hips, she leaned forward, resting her knees on the elevated section of the lounge and wordlessly presenting herself to Penny. Licking her lips and taking in a deep breath, Penny opened wide. Resting her elbows on Penny’s lower arms and sighing with pleasure, she used the stability of her elbows and knees to remain just at the line between what her girl could and could not handle. “Oh, that’s it, you dirty bitch! Oh… someday soon, I’m going to teach you to love all of me!” The noises coming out of her slave’s mouth went up in pitch and almost sounded like her vocal cords were involved in trying to articulate actual words. Channah nodded and laughed: “I mean it, you will learn! And honey… as long as you wear my collar, we have –literally—all the time in the world to train you. We’ll get there. Oh! I’m looking forward to that! I’ll ask my metalsmith if she can’t tweak one of your final chakra guards to help with that….”
Rotating and bouncing her hips, gently and carefully, as she panted and bit her lip, she sank into a hazy state of bliss. Suddenly, she laughed again—more softly, with delight instead of power—and giggled: “I just realized: with my elbows on your forearms, if I cross my arms…” and Penny, squealing in protest, felt what Channah was about to say, even as she said it: “I can tickle your feet!” And, hooting, she proceeded to do just that, snorting and bucking on top of Penny, crying out deliriously: “The way you’re moving! Oh shit! Oh shit! I’m goooonnnnnaaaah!”
Her poor girl was wiggling, struggling to breathe, helpless with Channah driving her to distraction even before the final complication Channah imposed on her. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuh-huh-huh-huh-huck!” Channah snarled, losing herself completely.
Shaking her head to clear it and using one hand to brush her hair back out of her eyes, Channah finally collected herself enough to look down at the noisy, thrashing mess below her and gasped: “Oh, shit!” as the girl gasped for breath. “Oh, you’re glad I love you, darling… I kind of lost myself there, didn’t I, sweetheart? Oh, there, there, baby…. Breathe, honeygirl, It’s okay…” she calmed and soothed her babygirl, feeling everything at the same time: deep love, genuine concern for her well-being, and a secret pride at how thoroughly she had topped the little bitch. “That was so satisfying,” she admitted, continuing dreamily: “It’s going to be even better after I’ve finished training you….” Slipping off the lounge, she grabbed her bag, then returned to the lounge, sitting down right in front of Penny’s hips, using a clean rag to settle her while Channah made soothing, loving noises, her eyes dancing with impish pleasure at her girl’s teary eyes and exhausted face. And then, managing to sound surprised, as if she’d just come across this helpless, befuddled girl tied up in a forest, the effect only slightly spoiled by her sniggering: “Sweetie, you’re a complete mess!” Whining sympathetically, she leaned in, almost like she was going to kiss her, and then shook her head as if scandalized. “Oh, darling! Here, drink, drink, drink it all down,” she sang, holding her canteen to Penny’s lips and pouring water in her mouth. Then she unwrapped a small, translucent ellipsoid, carefully tipping the canteen until a small squirt of water cascaded down over the ellipsoid, and began applying it to Penny’s face, nodding encouragingly when Penny instinctively pulled her head back from the smell. “It’s mint. Don’t you like it?”
“Yes, Domina,” Penny spoke softly, subdued. Subdued… just the idea of it made Channah tingle.
Literature Section “07-26[X] Teaching Her How to Swallow”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 26 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 967 words::Explicit 1232 words—Accompanying Images: 2123-2125, 2123X, 2126X—Published 2025-07-26—©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.