CAUTION: Contains themes of heavy bullying, bondage, and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).
Explicit version containing oralsex, fellatio, asstomouth, pica, ATM, filth, cleanup, cumeating, orgasm, watersports, bullying, punishment, overpowering, and consensualnonconsent themes at 07-29X Penny Learns Her Lesson at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman
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 tested Penny by pushing her limits for pain and, satisfied and elated to feel vindicated, has just topped the hell out of her. NOW:
Even as Channah’s ecstasy slowly ebbed, her laughter and her emotional high were such she kept shaking and shuddering. She giddily turned her head perpendicular to Penny’s and covering her mouth with her own again, laughing into Penny’s mouth even as Penny was crying into hers, their seal so perfect the only air that escaped from either female’s mouth made a raspberry sound that just made Channah laugh harder.
“Oh, Penny…” she managed when she finally disengaged, tickled immediately by the pitiful noise somewhere between actual sobbing, gasping for breath, and simple pouting coming out of Penny’s listless mouth; and the way she had her eyes closed and her neck relaxed, her head lolling backward. Combined with the helplessness of her bound arms and legs, abandoning any effort to control the only parts of her body she could control, represented a total and unconditional surrender that turned Channah on so much she had a secondary spasm right then, closer to an instinctual movement than a deliberate one. “OH! Penny honey I own your pretty little body and your hungry little soul, don’t I?”
“Body and soul, Domina,” Penny mourned, completely passive and exhausted. “You’ve taken everything…” she whimpered, feeling spent and consumed and used hard.
“I’m sorry, but not quite, sugarbear,” she kind-of-commiserated with the girl.
“There’s nothing left, I swear it, Domina. You have conquered me completely.”
“Fuck are you trying to get me started again?! You’re a shameless and limitless hussy, aren’t you?” Lying back on the black pillow, stretching her arms and groaning with satisfaction, she then propped herself up on her elbows and began rubbing her feet over Penny’s soaked-wet belly. “You forgot about clean-up,” she reminded Penny in a singsong voice. “You first!” She shoved her toes into Penny’s passive mouth. “No, no, lazybones—you start licking and sucking or I’ll—” she crammed that foot down Penny’s throat as hard as she could while she used the toes of her other foot to seize and brutally pinch Penny, eliciting an immediate and satisfying shriek, and an energetic and submissive working of her lips and tongue all over Channah’s feet. “Ohhhhh…. such a diligent little sugar bear! I’ll bet you just love your treat, don’t you?”
“Yes, Domina,” she repeated, obediently and brokenly. “I do love my treat.”
“Which part do you like, sweetie?”
“I like both parts, Domina. Very much. Thank you for feeding me.” Her shame and tears were intoxicating and mesmerizing to Channah.
“Gooood gurl!” she complimented Penny, her voice vibrating with her strong emotion. “That’s the way, sweetie. You just keep licking up that nasty mixture and when you’re done, I have a special reward for you!” she giggled.
“Yes, Domina,” Penny sounded utterly demoralized.
“And because you like it so much, I’m going to make a special effort to serve you your favorite loser cocktail whenever I allow you your release. What do you say to that, puddin’?”
“Thank you for serving me my favorite loser cocktail, Domina.”
“I’m not convinced, you sound a bit lackluster and insincere. Are you lying to me?”
“No, Domina!” Penny cried out, activated by her fear response, the intensity of her response making her sound extra pathetic. “I’m so grateful Domina, for introducing me to loser juice—I mean, loser cocktail—”
“Actually, I think ‘loser juice’ is even better, because it makes it clear how immature you are! Try again, and really put your heart into it!”
“Yes, Domina. I’m so so so so grateful for your training me on loser juice and letting me drink it more often!”
“What do you want me to do when you’re given a treat in the future, sweetie?”
“I—I—” and then she figured it out. “I want you to feed me my loser juice, Domina. Please!”
“Well… if you want to. Most people—men—would never do that. But you’re obviously not a man, are you?”
“No, Domina, I’m not a man.”
“Are you a little boy?”
“No, Domina, I’m not a little boy.”
“Then what kind of loser-juice drinker are you?” she asked, pretending to be confused.
“A little girl. A little sissy-gurl!” she amended, realizing it would be what Channah expected before she even had to correct her.
“Ohhh… she remembers! You’re such a vacuous little sissy-gurl, too! And don’t forget, you’re a chastised little bimbo. You’re pledged to remaining pure and locked up in chastity for me forever, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Domina.”
“So that you can always remain my sweet, pure little virgin slut slave, too?”
“Yes, Domina.”
“And what do you like most?”
“I—I love you, Domina…” she answered pitifully.
“No, dummy! What part of my body turns you on the very most? What part of me do you crave and need that you’re going to beg for in the future?”
“Your feet, Domina—” she began, her confidence faltering as she saw her Domina shake her head in disappointment, her lips pressing together in a tight line. “I’m sorry!” she bawled, tearing up again. “I’m sorry, Domina, for being so stupid! Please tell me what I like the most?”
“No, sissy, even you aren’t that stupid. Think about it, ninny. What part of my body do you respond to, helplessly, getting so excited you can’t even contain yourself, even though you’re afraid of—”
And she saw the understanding—and the horror—of it flood into her girl’s face as she practically crumpled in on herself. She yowled, devastated most of all to find she couldn’t deny it because the answer was demonstrably, physically clear.
“Finally!” Channah rolled her eyes in frustration. “Finally, my little moron figures out what has been obvious to everyone else from the first.”
“Okay, so put it all together for me, you pathetic pansy-weed. And don’t forget any part of it, or so help me, I’ll make you regret it!”
“Yes, Domina,” Penny answered miserably, taking a breath and concentrating hard to get it right because she couldn’t take any more punishment just now. “I’m—I’m a stupid little chastised, loser-juice-drinking virgin sissy-gurl… uh… slut-slave, Domina!”
“Lillith and Cane, after all that work, I’ll expect you to remember that! I don’t want to have to remind you of it—not any little part of it—again. And I am going to test you, at the most-unexpected, most-embarrassing possible times—” she loved to see the flinch in her girl’s eyes— “so if I were you, I’d practice it. A lot. Especially at first. Like, every time you get an extra minute, almost like a mantra or a Hail Mary, all right, slut?”
“Yes, Domina, she howled hopelessly.
“I’ll expect to see you practicing it without having to remind you, do you understand, pet?”
“Yes, Domina, I’ll—”
“Then begin!” she snapped her fingers impatiently. “Right now! Show me!”
“Yes, Domina, you won’t have to punish me, I promise! I’m—I’m a stupid little chastised, loser-juice-drinking virgin sissy-gurl slut-slave, Domina!”
“Again!”
“I’m a stupid little chastised, loser-juice-drinking virgin sissy-gurl slut-slave, Domina! I’m your stupid little chastised, loser-juice-drinking virgin sissy-gurl slut-slave, Domina!” And then as she broke down crying she repeated: “I’m your stupid little chastised, loser-juice-drinking virgin sissy-gurl slut-slave, Domina!”
“Fine, that’s enough, I don’t want to be reminded what a pitiful loser you are—I want you to remember. When any of your superiors—succubae or other operatives—ask you who or what you are, I expect you to remember that, and to answer any questions they may naturally have about what such kind of a person such a fucked-up double-damaged little jariya is. Got it?”
“Yes, Domina.”
“Good girl. I know you’ve been doing your best and being sincere?”
“Of course, Domina! I want to—”
“Then I suppose you’ve earned your reward.” And she shifted her hips suggestively, drawing Penny’s eyes to it. Penny swallowed. “Well?” she demanded sharply.
“Yes, Domina, I understand,” she said sadly. And then, noticing Channah’s face, she added: “Thank you, Domina.”
“Mmm… that was a little weak. If you don’t want your dessert, just tell me, and we’ll use the extra time for a little extra discipline. What do you think, 1 or 2 more paddle strikes?”
“No Domina, no, please Domina!” Penny begged, genuinely afraid. “Please not that, Domina! I’m sorry if I wasn’t clear! Thank you so much for giving me dessert time, Domina!”
“Are you sure you want the dessert we’ve prepared?”
“Of course, Domina!” Penny agreed emphatically. “Yes, please, of course, please let me have my dessert, Domina! Please, I want it very much!”
She shrugged. “Well, if that’s really what you want, cuck. Convince me you’re eager for it if you want to have dessert next time.” And stepping forward so her feet were beside Penny’s buttocks on the stone surface, and her shins were pressed against the backs of Penny’s thighs, and her thighs were pressed against Penny’s calves, she tested Penny’s open and willing mouth, shutting her up and cutting off her long string of complimentary pathetic loser-boy blither. “That’s much better,” Channah opined. “Cucks choking instead of talking! Go on, cow, enjoy your dessert. Demean yourself for me, girl! Really humble yourself and show me you’re sincere! Awww… what a sweet precious girl. That’s a good girl.”
When she was finally satisfied, she turned around and slid down Penny’s breasts and belly to sit on the stone bench, right between Penny’s legs, forcing them out to the widest angle she could. Resting her butt cheeks on Penny’s chastity and her lower back on Penny’s belly and her upper back on Penny’s breasts, she let her head rest on Penny’s shoulder and hooked her hands between Penny’s arms, sighing and relaxing. “Now that was so nice, Penny. Wasn’t it, baby? But turn your head away from me before answering.”
“Yes, Domina,” Penny agreed, sounding like her mouth was full of soap.
Literature Section “07-29[X] Penny Learns Her Lesson”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 29 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1642 words::Explicit 1821 words—Accompanying Images: 2135, 2136A-C, 2137, 2138A-B—Published 2025-07-29—©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.
