Tag: CBT

1820 06-95 A Bond So Intense You Feel an Outsider
1821 06-95 Channah and her loving babygirl
1822 06-95 Channah with her sweet little adoring jariya girl
1823 06-95 Channah over her weak pussywhipped slave

Explicit version containing CBT, masturbation, chastity, rape-fantasy themes at 06-95X Edgeplay:  Channah Teases Penny Toward a Hot Mess at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  After using Penny, as she continues to tease the helpless girl, she explains how her Manipura Chain will reveal Penny’s true and desired form when Penny gives herself fully and unconditionally to Channah.  NOW:

Humming, Channah swung her hip off Penny so she was kneeling beside the girl, trapping her right thigh between Channah’s right thigh and calf.  With her left hand, effortlessly, she took and held both of Penny’s wrists, giggling at the way doing so made Penny twitch.  Feigning a round “O” of surprise as her eyes bored into Penny’s, with her right hand, she startled Penny by freeing her, making the weaker girl shudder, her breathing turning into a raspy, panting wheeze as she flowered into her full, if modest, bloom.

 “Don’t you want to be everything you can be?”  Channah asked, fascinated by Penny’s expression of longing, desperation, panic, and total vulnerability, watching how her eyes focused on Channah’s hand, settling over Penny’s lower torso, so close—so close—using her fingers to raise goosebumps on Penny’s skin.  “Don’t you want to be the very best girl for me you can?”  Channah asked, nodding suggestively.  And Penny found herself nodding dumbly in response, her entire body twitching up and down with every single beat of her heart.

With a mock gasp of surprise, Channah swung her hip back across Penny, using her right hand to adjust her skirts, her left hand continuing to secure both of Penny’s wrists.  She barely breathed, almost reverently:  “You were built to obey and to please, darling.  Or I think from now on, is it okay if I call you ‘Pleaser’?  Yeah, that’s a good girl.  There…” she hissed.  “I’m sitting a bit further forward so it’s more comfortable for you.”  Penny groaned raggedly, feeling the soft, reassuring touch of Channah’s warm skin on her hips, electrifying every single nerve-ending as the dominant succubus stifled another smile.  “Don’t you dare ruin this incredible moment with any selfishness, do you understand me, Pleaser?”

Penny nodded frantically, not trusting herself to speak.

“Oh dear,” she made an expression of mock-surprise and -concern, tugging on her lip with her fingertip as if thinking.  “I forgot.  You’re totally pathetic bully-fodder, aren’t you, darling?  By chastising and humiliating you, I don’t cool you down, I just push you closer, don’t I, you little freak?”  And when Penny didn’t answer, she rose up again and frowned her best mean face.  “Answer me!  With the truth!”

And Penny knew what that was.  Especially now, in this moment, she could not doubt it or deny it, who and what she was and had always been.  “Yes Domina, yes!” she confessed shamefully, shivering with the intensity and depth of the reaction Channah was able to elicit from her.

Channah shook her head in wonder that was only half an act, and was half a genuine marvel at how perfectly—for succubaean purposes—human biological males were made.  But she was snickering with unconflicted amusement at Penny’s plight and confusion. 

“You know I’m more perfect for you than any human woman on the planet, don’t you?”  Penny nodded frantically, not sure what, or even sure she cared what, she was agreeing to, because her mind was so jumbled and filled with the noise of her own arousal and the fear of Channah teaching her more about who she might be, what depths she might sink to.  And maybe because it didn’t matter:  after all, Channah was right, of course she was always right, and Penny… Penny belonged to her so deeply and utterly, her succubaean will thoroughly overcame and occupied Penny’s human one.  “The nature of a succubus is to be a perfect companion to human men, just like the nature of an incubus is to be a perfect companion to human women.  Because our purpose is to be your seductive predators, and humans are our sole prey. ” Channah confided sincerely, as if that were an obvious reason for humans to hang out with demons.  All the time, she kept swaying as if she were slow-dancing with Penny, not hard enough to finish, but not too soft to keep Penny’s attention, twitching in time with her pulse.  “By becoming your perfect companions, we ensure we are your perfect predators.  But you’re the lucky ones, Penny.  You, and Chas, and all my jawari… perfect as I am for you, I don’t want to prey on you.”  She shook her head, beaming down in sweet assurance at Penny.  “Because you’re my operatives.  My confidantes.  And you and Chas are even more than that… you’re my wives.  Do you know how special that is?” 

Penny nodded frantically.  She, and then Channah in response, moaned at the intimacy of that and Channah swooped down to plumb and loot Penny’s sweet mouth, even the vibrations of the sound made by their shared moans another chain of love and desire connecting them.  By leaning forward, Channah caused her hips to roll forward, pressing against Penny’s belly, a warm, soothing cataplasm.  A whine crept back into Penny’s panting breath at how touching her higher up took Channah’s body away from her further below.  Keeping her legs raised, Penny pathetically tried to reconnect everywhere.  She knew Channah was right when she laughed throatily, raising her hips higher as she smashed her lips down even harder:  “Hunh-unh baby.  Me first.  Me always.  Me only.  You’re out of your own control now, aren’t you, lovergirl?”  Penny nodded, unwilling to break contact with her mouth or miss a second of her possessing, dominating lips and tongue.  “That’s why you need mine.  Don’t you?”  Penny nodded again, sounding like nothing more than a whining dog overcome with a need only her master could satisfy.  “You’re lucky!  No human woman could be even close to what I am because she has so many conflicting responsibilities and priorities—mmm” Channah put her hand back on Penny’s neck with totally possessory intent, practically devouring Penny, Penny so deep under she welcomed every assault Channah was willing to visit upon her, the harder and more-invasive the better.  “Making new lives.”  Penny was in such an ecstatic, frantic, senseless space Channah could have discussed botany or politics and Penny would remain totally enthralled.  “Raising children.”  She was out of her weak little mind, nothing but a sponge for her Master’s more forceful one.  “Gathering food.”  Biting and pulling on Penny’s lower lip.  “Preparing for winter.”  Her right hand slid up Penny’s cheek to seize her hair possessively.  “Weaving and washing.”  And she wrenched Penny’s hair down, shifting her weight to her left hand to emphasize Penny’s meek submission and imprisonment.  “Keeping her home fire burning.”  She used the leverage on Penny’s hair to force her chin up further whilst keeping her lips against Penny’s mouth.  “And only on top of all that, at the end of such a long day, satisfying her man.”  She jerked Penny’s hair to one side, turning her head as she dragged her lips across Penny’s cheek to whisper in and nibble on her ear, her warm, moist breath electrifying Penny straight down into the center of her captive brain.  “I only have one purpose, one need.  To make men serve my every other.”  She snorted and clarified:  “Men and boys and little girls like you, Pleaser.”

“So here’s the point, missy.”  She rose back up, Penny whining with need and loss as she did so, continuing to hold Penny’s wrists in her left hand and Penny’s hair in her right hand so they could both enjoy their natural positions as captor and captive.  She slowly, gently, carefully rolled her hips back again, knowing how close to the edge they were, even without Penny’s many overt signs of desperation.  “I refuse to take you now, Penny.  If that’s what you’re looking for, playing out some little consensual-nonconsent fantasy of yours, we can just stop, because this isn’t about you.”  She stopped moving and even pushing down on Penny for several beats, shrugging to demonstrate how easy it was for her; how unmoved and in control she could be; how much stronger her will was than Penny’s.  “I let you watch me, and worship me, and I’ve even laid my hands on you before.  The next stage—if and when you’re ready for seriously committing to me and opening yourself to me, the way I’m ready to do both for you—is about consummating our marriage.  Real men, and even most jawari, want that intimacy.  You know, the way weak girls want it and enjoy it most, the way that only a succubus like me can give to you.  Not to mention the closeness that only comes with being my wife.”

“For real intimacy, Penny,” she leaned closer, closing her eyes and softly kissing and rubbing her face all over Penny’s, the sweetness and innocence at direct odds with her grip on Penny’s wrists and hair, laughing as Penny began helplessly trying to reach her again. “For real intimacy, we both have to be there, together, wanting it.  Wanting one another.”  She pulled back slightly, her eyes innocent and wide, batting them.  “So tell me, darling girl, what do you want?”

“You, Domina,” she squealed desperately, making Channah laugh with pleasure.  “Only you.  Totally you.”

Literature Section “06-95[X] Edgeplay:  Channah Teases Penny Toward a Hot Mess”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 95 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1509 words::Explicit 1646 words—Accompanying Images:  1820-1823—Published 2025-05-19—©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.


1814 06-93 You need to be at peace with your place, slave
1815 06-93 Oh, did I forget to mention the scary side-effects?

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah has been passionately and aggressively dominating and making out with Penny, teasing the girl relentlessly.  Now she wants more than Penny’s consent to take advantage of her.  Oh, and there was something about unexplained magic having to do with the jewelry partially implanted in Penny while she was insensate… NOW:

Channah snorted at Penny’s choice of pronouns.  “I knew you would choose to call it mine,” she shook her head, lips tight and flat in a mixed expression of amused, but exasperated, affirmation.  “Still so hesitant to admit who you are, and how invested in our… entanglement you are.  We’ll continue working on that.  Yes.  It’s my fruit, the medlar.”  Pressing on it, emphasizing Penny’s tenderness for a quick second, she explained.  “It’s the last of my wedding gifts to you.”  She looked up expectantly.

“Thank you, Domina,” Penny managed, knowing she expected it and wanting to please her even while she was in shock about being locked up with yet another chain by her Master.  This one had been not merely locked onto her body—like her collar and cage—or stuffed into her body like the tickler, but had been threaded through her organs and skeleton in a way Penny had only seen meat being sewn up for cooking.

Channah nodded briefly, pleased, and was about to speak further; but Penny’s anxiety about what had happened to her while she was banished from the world—and thus, from her own body—was so great that despite her training in passivity and receptiveness, she couldn’t help herself.  She blurted out:  “What does ‘Manipura’ mean, Domina?!” Her own voice sounded to her like the wail of an imperiled maiden struggling not to panic.

Fortunately, delight in her distress seemed to displace any irritation with Penny’s uppityness and with a surprised look, she observed:  “You’ve never asked before.  I thought perhaps you were familiar with the chakras?”

“No, Domina, please explain them to me?” Penny pleaded.

“In India, Hinduism and Buddhism have a tradition of practicing meditative arts known as tantra.  The chakras are various focal points in the body they concentrate on in a variety of their meditative practices, to help influence energy flows within the body.”  Channah shrugged.  “The actual human connection to the divine…. Isn’t known to us, regardless of which tradition—that is to say, religion—it falls under.  As far as we know, influencing energy flows may be genuinely part of the divine or simply a conceit by superstitious humans.  Or, most likely, it may be a form of magic acting on them internally.  That’s what we use the chakras for—to manipulate the flow of magic through living bodies.”

She noticed Penny’s frown of confusion and frustration, and held up her palm.  “Don’t even bother to ask me about how or whether tantra actually works.  For us, what matters is, the same or similar focal points are useful in directing the flow of magic through the body.”  With a smirk, she placed her hands on Penny’s collar and neck, pressing down and squeezing enough to remind Penny (as if she needed the reminder) of Channah’s strength and control.  “The Vishuddha is where we begin.  It relates to communication and thus to hierarchy and interpersonal relations.  It’s why your collar is so effective at linking us together, practically melding our souls to one another.  As you already know, it also has to do with longevity.”

She twitched her hips:  “Your Svadhishthana… maybe you understand this one already?  Maybe you feel it?” She taunted Penny mercilessly, laughing archly at her wince of pain as Channah caused her to push her literal and unforgiving limits.  “It is all about sex, procreation, and creativity.  Lift your legs,” she commanded, rising up higher on her knees, and when Penny hesitated she prompted him:  “Come on!  Legs up!  Right now!”  And as soon as Penny raised them, confused, she reached back to swat her, hard, on the bottom, then slammed back down on her midsection knocking her legs back down to the ground.  “Your Muladhara is your root.  It goes to basic trust, core emotional state, and foundational energy.  Does my presence there make you feel vulnerable?”  And she twisted Penny, not brutally, but across a range of her insides so broad it took her breath away, making her feel like she was so full everywhere she was about to explode.

“Yes, Domina, yes!” Penny yelped, her frantic expression and wide eyes giving Channah a thrill of pleasure. 

“I’ll bet you do.  I’ll just bet.”  And she relaxed her grip, a vise becoming a warm supporting hand.  “And when we’re united, top and bottom together, as we should be?  A whole?  When you’re good to me and obedient and when I’m pleased with you, so we feel trusting and connected to one another?  How does that make you feel, sweetheart?  Safe and secure?”

“Yes, Master,” Penny sighed, so relieved and submissive she almost sounded strangled. 

“Which brings us to our fourth bond.”  She played with her belly-button, then ran her fingers over Penny’s tummy and chest, causing her to gasp.  “Your new Manipura ring.  It’s about enhancing your wisdom and power.  It will also make you see more clearly and make your feet more sensitive.”  She giggled throatily.  “I’m going to take full advantage of that, believe me!  Today, here, in the hetaraslakos, is all about power.  But I’m sure, becoming more powerful doesn’t worry you.  It’s the acceptance of wisdom.”

“Why—why would wisdom worry me?”  Penny asked fearfully, knowing full well there was something Channah was preparing to drop on her.  Something big, that Penny was going to find upsetting.  Unless she’d just been messing with Penny’s head earlier….

“The ultimate wisdom is knowing and accepting—no.  More than that:  knowing and embracing!  Enthusiastically embracing who you are and the world you live in so you can live the life you were meant to live.  The Manipura ring provides the magic to help you realize the person you truly are, if you’re worthy enough. But you have to be able to admit it to yourself.  If you can’t, our connection will never be complete and we can never have the relationship I want us to have, that I’ve been trying to build with you.  It’s so important, Penny, I hope you can see that.  It’s called a realization spell.  Whoever you are, whatever you are, at your most basic level… the magic senses it, and helps you become the person you want to be.  It relates to morganatic marriage because it helps ensure a good match for the Domina and a loving, unconflicted girl who can focus her energies on her Domina’s problems, instead of selfishly obsessing on herself.  The subordinate, or base—” she pointed down at him “that’s you, precious—proves that she is worthy of the marriage by surrendering herself completely to her top.  And in return, having shown that her true self is devoted to her master, she gets to become that true self.  I mean…” she began, convincingly, as if she felt shy about discussing it, lending a charming vulnerability to her speech.  It seemed she was barely able to meet Penny’s eyes but had to steal up to meet with them until Channah’s clear, innocent eyes were Penny’s whole world.  Somehow, at some point, while Penny was being tied in knots by Channah’s entrancing face, her hips had started to move again down below, talking to Penny’s body behind her back and bringing the pain and the aching, aching deep desire back up to the maximum.  “I keep calling you my ‘wife’ and my ‘bride’ and my ‘housegift.’  Could I spell things out any more clearly?”

“What?”  Penny whispered, her mind whispering that she knew, but unable quite to accept it or to put it all together.

Literature Section “06-93 Penny’s Yoga Lesson”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 93 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1254 words—Accompanying Images:  1814-1815—Published 2025-05-17—©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.