Tag: frenchkissing

2135 07-29 Boys do anything I ask.  Then I eat them for breakfast
2136A 07-29 A perfect height and attitude
2136B 07-30 After Channah finishes with her
2136C 07-29 When Penny can finally process what Channah made her do
2136—The 3 Stages of Breaking Penny
2137 07-29 Name something you would never, ever POSSIBLY agree to do.  I DARE you
2138A 07-29 I *love* that you accepted that, bitch
2138B 07-29 You’re still not even sure what you did, are you?
2138—Schadenfreude

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.

2131 07-28 Slavebride contemplating life in her new household
2132 07-28 I will protect you from all predators… except me
2133 07-28 I must know every detail of how you suffer for me, babydoll… tell me!
2134 07-28 It breaks my heart, but you MUST suffer hard for me

CAUTION:  Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing sodomy, analpenetration, prostatestimulation, bullying, punishment, overpowering, consensualnonconsent, orgasm, chastity, goldenshowers, and watersports themes at 07-28X Penetrating Intimacy 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 angrily and rigorously tested Penny by pushing her limits.  Now, happily reassured, they are making up by making love.  NOW:

Channah and Penance were pressed close together, so intimate spiritually, sexually, and romantically they were almost fused into a single love monster.  Their lips were locked in a seemingly never-ending sweet mint kiss they were both drowning in.  Their breasts were pressed against and pushing on one another like bubbles sliding and squishing in a hot tub.  Channah’s belly-button was jerking and smashing Penny’s little damsel in distress.  The front of Channah’s thighs were crushed against the lowest part of Penny’s bottom, and her hands were brutally gripping and kneading Penny’s always-sensitive, but now sore red buttocks as her main source of leverage making Penny grunt and cry out around Channah’s big tongue.  Well… it probably accounted for up to half of Penny’s passionate cries. Along with the way Channah was making Penny open up with an overwhelming combination of pleasant and painful sensations that were shorting out her brain and making it spark and smoke and sputter, almost as incoherently as the drivel of noises she was trying to make around Channah’s big tongue.

“Awww… poor sweetie….”  Channah murmured around Penny’s mouth.  As the undisputed and emphatic dominant in their relationship, she could speak—or allow her toy to speak—whenever she wanted.  After all, she was literally, as well as metaphorically, on top; it was her weight pinning her smaller lover down; her hands and feet were her own, whereas Penny’s were tightly chained above her head, her ankles only a few inches from her wrists, her legs framing her face and breasts; and even Channah’s head was free to move and twist, unlike Penny’s, which was trapped between Channah’s hungry teeth and the hard stone lounge chair where Channah was taking—well, whatever she wanted—from Penny, with Penny’s eager compliance.  “Are mommy’s hands—” she curled her fingers to drive her fingernails into Penny’s haunches, instantly making Penny’s noises rise at least an octave and the helpless movement of Penny’s hands and feet and body accelerate.  “Huwting wittle baby?” she asked with faux sympathy.

“Yes, Domina,” Penny cried when Channah eased the pressure on her lips enough to allow her to do so.

“Are you asking me to stop my rough play with you, baby?” she asked.  They continued speaking between intense kisses, as Channah decided and permitted.

“No!  No Master!  Please, Domina, I want you to do whatever you want with me!  Use me—” She crushed her mouth down on Penny’s again, choking off her pitiful surrender.

“But it is hurting, and you—being a soft little baby sissy wimp, don’t like to be hurt, do you?”

“No, Domina, except that—that I want to please you even more!”

“Oh please, stop it!” she chortled.  “Do you or do you not enjoy being hurt?”

“I—I’m sensitive—”

“Oh, sensitive!” She whooped with laughter.  “Weak, you mean!  But that’s okay,” she continued slyly, the sudden change in mood a screaming red flag Penny had seen coming even before she raised it.  “Poor baby, Mommy’s going to give your little bot-bot a break.”  Drawing her hands back and slapping as hard as she could in the limited space under Penny’s buttocks (which, in Penny’s tender condition, was more than enough to elicit a howl muffled under Channah’s giggle), she ran her hands up Penny’s side, tickling and teasing her.  Channah loved how she responded:  Because she was so responsive, it made her helpless-slut-hyper-responsive to soft touches, just as it made her easily reducible to blubbering tears by hard blows that tougher men could take stoically).

Then Channah shifted her hands to Penny’s legs, trailing them lightly up towards her delicate ankles, laughing to see Penny brace herself and wriggle a bit more and squeak around Channah’s tongue, knowing instantly where her hands were going but unable to do anything to stop it.  Without breaking her aggressive kiss or interrupting her rhythm, Channah laid her arms back on Penny’s legs and her hands on those ever-sensitive soles, tickling them again.

“Fallen one, the way you move when I tickle you—you’re shaking and jiggling me like an earthquake!”  And realizing she was going to finish before she had expected, she applied the twister to Penny’s lowest little organs without letting up or showing any mercy to her feet, knowing Penny was starting to soften from the overwhelming combination of sensations.  The poor girl was thrashing and flailing and sweating and laughing-not-laughing, wailing around Channah’s tongue, her eyes tightly shut with the tension in her face, mirroring the tension in her body as the relentless tickling and kissing and gagging and stuffing and the radiating heat from her bottom bouncing and scraping on the stone lounge all combined to overcome her control and rout any last semblance of presence of mind she might have had. 

As Channah broke their kiss to roar and bellow her conqueror’s cry of victory, the removal of her tongue and lips allowed Penny’s passion to find its voice.  Which at this point, had been reduced to a raspy, sobbing, crying, grunting, pleading, wailing gibberish of semi-coherent begging and protesting.  Penny’s weak and pathetic harmony was almost an octave higher than Channah’s gruff melody.  Even as Channah finished, Penny did too.  Penny’s face was etched with the intensity of the pleasure and discomfort she was experiencing simultaneously, as her sounds edged towards a hopeless, exhausted sobbing.

Sniffing to confirm her immediate impression, Channah cruelly taunted Penny:  “Oh, sweetie!  You’re having your first bladder-and-prostate experience, aren’t you?  Oh-ho-ho, how does it feel baby darling?”

“It’s awful,” Penny yowled miserably.  “I don’t even understand what’s happening in my body or what I’m feeling….” She sobbed and moaned in confession, while Channah was laughing so hard she let her arms and legs go to rubber and collapsed onto Penny.

Literature Section “07-28[X] Penetrating Intimacy”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 28 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 963 words::Explicit 1079 words—Accompanying Images:  2131-2134—Published 2025-07-28—©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.


2127 07-27 They ALL knew better, bitch.  Now crawl to me
2128 07-27 If I grew a hundred gardens like this they couldn’t express how much I love my Domina
2129 07-27 It was too late for you the second we met.  Just shut up and crawl
2130 07-27 I waited and wished for you all my life

CAUTION:  Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing sodomy, analpenetration, prostatestimulation, bullying, punishment, overpowering, consensualnonconsent, and chastity themes at 07-27X The Predatory-Missionary Position 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 has been testing Penny by pushing her limits, and been pleased with her compliance and responsiveness.  NOW:

“Here, put it in your mouth,” Channah said, offering him the sweet.  “Don’t swallow it, just suck it, it’s sweet and minty so I can kiss you again.”

Penny accepted it, concentrating on it and asking:  “What is it, Domina?”

“Persian rock candy.  Basically, sugar, infused with… well, anything I suppose,” she shrugged.  “I always keep a few wintergreen ones around.”  Then she dabbed a clean corner of the rag in the canteen mouth and used it to scrub Penny’s face, leaving it clean, and marginally-minty.  “There’s my sweet baby back,” she whispered, putting her right arm around Penny’s neck and pulling her head forward for a slow, lingering, gentle kiss, her right hip pressing against Penny and the connection between them seeming to crackle with electricity where her side rested against Penny.

The kiss was sweet, romantic, and divine; and it seemed to have a life of its own, drawing them each in more deeply the longer they were connected.  And Channah’s mouth was tender with her abused girl, using her lips and only the tip of her long tongue for an occasional flicker of contact with Penny’s mouth and tongue.  They both seemed to realize at the same moment that they were both humming, opening their eyes simultaneously to look at one another from an inch apart, and giggle like schoolgirls, before slipping into another comfortable, silent intimacy.

“Uh-oh,” Channah twittered, shifting her body slightly to the right so Penny could feel it against the bottom of her thigh.  Then she whispered:  “I seem to have a not-so-slight problem, again.  And you know what that means, don’t you, honey?” 

“Yes, Mistress,” she confessed, hanging her head.  “And I have a problem, too, Domina,” she whispered, pinkening, looking down at Channah’s breasts, too shy to meet Channah’s eyes.

“Awwwwwww…” Channah’s face turned mock-sad as she pulled back and tipped her head to one side.  “Isn’t it sweet we can share our problems with one another?”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny agreed compliantly.

“Yes, indeed,” she agreed, reaching into her bag for her jar and applying its contents.  Don’t be nervous, darling.  Oh, who am I kidding?  I love that you’re nervous, Puddin’.  As someone as soft as you, ought to be.  Such a sweet, vulnerable, defenseless girl…” she leaned back in for another protracted kiss with her helpless but responsive bride.  “Are you uncomfortable, sweetie?  All… bunched up like that, with your ankles and wrists bound over your head?”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny confessed mournfully.

“Aren’t you going to whine and beg and plead for me to let you loose?”

“You warned us to be grateful and show you how much we melt for you, Domina.  And it’s true!  I swear, I am grateful—I’ll continue working on focusing on that.”  Then she frowned.  “Why, do—do you want me to, Domina?”

“Goodness no,” she laughed as if the notion were absurd.  “I want to know you’re obeying the orders I’ve already given you, of course!” she scoffed.  Then she gasped, standing up beside the lounge, lifting up on Penny’s bottom with relish and drinking down her resulting discomfort, before sliding the covered pillow up under Penny’s backside, and ooching that delectable backside back up against the lounge, so one corner of the pillow touched Penny’s lower spine.  “But, actually… if you don’t mind…” she growled, kneeling on the widest part of the covered pillow, the tops of her thighs pressing sensually up on the outsides of Penny’s pink hips, dropping her hands to Penny’s red bottom, she looked up innocently at Penny and moued:  “I do have a favorite fantasy.  And nobody’s ever given it to me.  Will you, missy?”

“Yes—” Penny swallowed, reflecting her mix of emotions perfectly:  Fear, of what outrageous act or submission she would demand, an excitement she couldn’t quite convince herself to get rid of, and her most attractive quality, her deep-seated desire to please others—especially Channah.  “Yes, Mistress, if I can, I would love to make you happy, Domina,” she answered.  A good answer—especially because it was an honest one.  “What—what did you have in mind, Domina?” she asked timidly.

Laughing, she pre-loosened her girl with her fingers, really enjoying the way it made Penny flinch and grunt while she obediently and helplessly remained trapped by Channah’s gaze… and bonds… and greater physical strength… and force of will.  Their thoughts touched and flirted with each other’s in a profound intimacy, and Channah whispered:  “When I begin,.…” she shuffled forward on her knees, pressing herself against Penny, loving how her girl whimpered and clenched and melted all at once at the first touch, “… I want you to beg me to go gentle with you.”

“Yes Domina,” she breathed, starting to pant.  “Will you, Domina?”

“Hell no,” she assured her, starting to push forward.


“Please!” Penny yelped, most genuinely and satisfactorily, “Please be gentle with me, Mistress!”

“I’ll do whatever I like with you, slut,” she answered roughly, sneering at Penny, neither of them able to break the gaze that locked them together.  Penny’s breathing grew shallower and she started to make soft little grunting noises, each grunt faster, and higher in pitch, than the last, arching her back involuntarily and biting her lip as Channah moved, faster and faster. 

“Yes, of course, Mistress!”  Penny consented and wailed, flinching with all the pains she was feeling. 

And, unable to contain herself, her hands roughly grasping Penny’s scarlet buttocks; her shoulders forcing back Penny’s knees, she hissed:  “Shut the fuck up and kiss me, bitch,” as she crushed her lips against her wife, mouths wide open, the succubus’s tongue aggressive and penetrating, while all the helpless, uncomfortable, bound, ordinary girl could possibly do was accommodate and obey and get vulnerably turned on about how badly her masterful lover was treating her.

Literature Section “07-27[X] The Predatory-Missionary Position”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 27 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 968 words::Explicit 1036 words—Accompanying Images:  2127-2130—Published 2025-07-27—©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.

2096 07-25 I love you with all my heart, Domina
2097 07-25 I knew I would own you the first time we met, Pleaser
2098 07-25 I want you to see me how you make me feel, Domina
2099 07-25 Please!  I’ve got Puddin’ more whipped than my two familiars here!

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 is angrily and rigorously testing Penny by pushing her limits, especially with respect to pain, which she struggles to tolerate.  Reveling in her power, she has demanded:  “You are my helplessly-devoted little girl, aren’t you?”  NOW:

“Yes, Mistress, I can’t doubt that now.”

“Oh!” she cooed happily.  “That’s so sweet!  Having my own, devoted dirty-humiliation slut.  Well.  You made such a mess, bad girl, that you and Chastity are going to have to clean this floor, and the stairs, and the hallway floor, this afternoon.  You won’t need to worry about the outdoors, the rain will take care of that.  But you and I need to shower, immediately.  Come on, sweetie.”  She stood, waiting for Penny to stiffly, painfully get to her feet, and then took her hand and began leading her back to the bath pool, picking up the bag of toys she had selected earlier and carrying it with them.

When they were clean again, Channah led Penny to the garden creek and under the trees back to the pagoda.  “This is where Chastity and I made love this morning,” she purred.  I hung her from the gazebo hook and fucked the shit out of her.”

“Domina!”  Penny reddened.

Then she reddened even further when Channah tested her cage and snorted.  “Mm hmm.  I thought so.  I wasn’t really planning to bring you here—I was planning to take you in my bed—but as you can see, we left the sofa cushions out here on this stone lounge, so it’s perfect.”

“Perfect for what, Domina?”  Penny asked breathlessly.

“Exactly what you’re hoping for, peach pudding.  Well,” she giggled, as she withdrew a flexible black pillowcase from her bag, sliding one of the cushions into it and setting it at the foot of the lounge, turned so that one pair of opposite corners was parallel with the lounge and the other pair perpendicular.     “Not exactly what you’re hoping for, I expect; but since you know you’re never going to get that….”  She set the other two cushions aside.

Taking Penny by the shoulders, she pulled her in for a long, sweet kiss that turned into a much longer, much sweeter, much wilder kiss.  “When you’re embracing a girl, Penny, you can put your arms on her shoulders, or if you’re submissive and your partner has already done that, the way I’m doing to you, you can put your hands on her waist,” she whispered, shivering when she complied.  “Oh, you’ve got a very soft and delicate touch, baby.  Now:” she broke their kiss, moving her hands to Penny’s nipples and rolling them between her fingers, harder and harder, until Penny whined.  She leaned forward and whispered in her ear:  “Sissy weakling.  I’m sorry-not-sorry, lover, but this is going to hurt.”

Then, sharply and forcefully, she took Penny’s shoulders and pushed her back so she fell onto the uncushioned lounge with her back against the elevated section, almost immediately trying to rise back off and hissing and squealing in pain.  “Sit your busted ass down and don’t get up until I give you permission!”

“Yes, Domina,” she squeaked, visibly struggling to relieve the pain of her own weight on her abused buttocks without violating her Mistress’s command.

Sitting down between her knees, very close to her, Channah began making out with her slowly and gently, as she buckled on Penny’s wrist straps and ankle straps, pretending not to notice or care how strongly Penny reacted to her.  By contrast, she giggled and teased Penny about the way she kept shifting and trying to raise one butt cheek or the other, while Channah took every opportunity to touch the girl and push down different parts of her body to encourage her to feel her ache for Channah’s pleasure.

With a deep, final kiss, she giggled and stood, holding Penny’s wrists and pulling them above Penny’s head, bending her elbows so her hands and lower arms hung off the head of the lounge.  With a chain, shivering to hear Penny’s worried moue, she chained Penny’s wrists together and slipped the center link of the chain into a carabiner which she locked over a bronze ring on the back of the lounge.  Standing up against the back of the lounge, she leaned forward, yanking on Penny’s hair to bring her face up so she could kiss her from above and behind while her girl made excited, submissive sounds, eagerly and excitedly returning Channah’s attentions without penetrating her lips, focusing her attention on receiving and welcoming her master’s tongue.  “Bring your feet up to your hips and spread your legs for me, sweetie,” she murmured without leaving off her kissing, giggling with pleasure as her girl complied.  “Gooood girl.  You know I love a compliant girl, right?”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny answered, crying out with passion as Channah cradled her breasts in her hands and rubbed her nipples softly.  “I want to be yours, to yield to you and obey you, Domina!”

“Oh, baby, you’re sooo responsive,” Channah groaned.  “I love how your body just dances under my hands and mouth.  Is your cage starting to pinch your stiffening little clitty yet, Pleaser?”

“Yes, Domina,” she moaned.  “And my bottom hurts—it’s hard to sit here!”

“Good, baby, that’s hot.”  And then she viciously pinched Penny’s nipples with her fingernails and nipped her lips.  “It turns me on so much that you’re suffering for me!”

“I am, Domina!” she promised.

“Good.  It took so much groveling and foot-worship and golden play for you to perk up again I was afraid I’d broken my little doll.”

“You have broken me,” she confessed in a whisper, hungrily kissing her Domina and squeaking with the pain she was feeling.

“FUCK yeah,” Channah grunted, pressing her knees together as her head buzzed and her eyelids fluttered with the physical force of her reaction.  “Lillith below, kick your dainty little left foot up, baby,” she commanded; and when Penny did, pointing it up like a ballerina, Channah growled again, taking hold of her ankle and fastening another chain, this one longer—five links, with an extra carabiner already fastened to the middle link—to her ankle cuff.   “Now your right foot, sweetheart,” she whispered, struggling to contain her own excitement, as Penny lifted and extended it with impressive delicacy for someone who had only evolved into her womanhood.  Fastening it to the other end of the chain, she breathed:  “Ready, Pleaser?”

“For wh—I mean, yes, Domina!  For anything.  Please tell me what you want m—eek!” she squealed in surprise, as Channah used both hands to haul up on her ankle chain, pull it back over her head, and secure it to the same bronze ring as her wrist chain.  “Oh my!  Oh Domina!” she wailed helplessly, kicking prettily in her helpless position while Channah trembled at her.

“You’re in quite a pickle, aren’t you, little Princess?”  Channah teased her.

Literature Section “07-25 Putting Penny in Her Place”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 25 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1116 words—Accompanying Images:  2096-2099—Published 2025-07-25—©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.

2066 07-18 Gloating at Cavalry
2067 07-18 Mocking Faith
2068 07-18 Angel in a wilderness of demons
2069 07-18 When two wrongs make it wrong enough

CAUTION:  Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing cruelty and graphic description themes at 07-18X The Reluctant Penitent at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise.  After sharing an extreme, intense, intimate scene together in the garden gazebo that made them feel closer than ever, Chastity infuriated Channah by balking at one of her requests.  NOW:

“Dry off and come here!” she barked, snapping her fingers to emphasize her urgency, and collecting Chastity’s bonds from where she had dropped them.  “If Penny’s been able to get away wi—if I’ve been gullible enough—it’s the spell.  It has to be the damn spell.”  As soon as she had Chastity in front of her, she stopped thinking aloud, spun her around, and rebound her arms behind her back.  Squatting down, she reattached Chastity’s leg cuffs and used two lengths of chain in series to hobble Chastity without immobilizing her, stopping suddenly midway through standing back up to check her box, causing Chastity’s stomach to lurch again, stricken that she had lost her Domina’s trust to such an extent.

As soon as she was done, she took Chastity by the arm and began marching quicktime towards the house, half-leading and half-dragging Chastity, who whimpered and gasped desperately as she shuffled her feet as quickly as possible so as to keep up with Channah.  Over and over she almost tripped over herself as she was hustled at a speed much higher than she could manage in her condition.  She whimpered when she couldn’t help herself; but made every effort to remain quiet.  When they finally reached the house, Channah led her back to the wedding gift boxes and turned her around with her back to the boxes. 

In dead silence, she searched through the boxes to find whatever it was she was looking for, if indeed she had a specific objective.  At one point, Chastity could hear her moving further into the room holding the wedding gifts, over by the cliff front where Chastity had seen a line of armoires and dressers, opening and closing drawers and doors.  Finally returning and standing behind Chastity, she began by gagging her.  “I hope this is uncomfortable,” she growled, an undernote of fury still in her voice despite its civilized, calm veneer.  “This will be for our benefit and amusement of course—Penny’s and mine—because your senses will be magically blocked.”  And when Chastity immediately started breathing faster, she added:  “Don’t worry, I won’t take your sense of touch or your internal awareness.  I assure you, taking away your sense of touch is the very last thing I’d do. I can promise that whatever misery you are suffering, Penny will be experiencing five or ten times as much to test that her loyalty and devotion are sincere.”  Chastity made a mournful sound that was interrupted to express pain when Channah began slipping a hair shirt over her.

“As a Christian, I’m sure you’ll be happy to know that this is an authentic camel-hair hair-shirt, that we have done everything possible to match the exact kind used in Judea during Biblical times.”  Chastity started grunting in surprise as the hair shirt, essentially a long, narrow blanket with a hole in the middle for the wearer’s head and neck, covered with stiff bristles that poked and scratched the wearer, slipped over her shoulders, under her bound arms, and was belted in place.  “If you haven’t noticed, all of my toys are the very most-authentic.  I will not tolerate lackadaisical efforts or shoddy quality from anyone!”  From the second the hair-shirt was in place, Chastity felt miserable and moving made it even worse.  “What could be more appropriate for your penance?

Channah walked her over toward the line of armoires next to a sturdy, heavy metal one, with heavy latches and locks on the outside and a grill to allow air to circulate through it.  Chastity started shaking her head and whining as Channah opened the doors and, using one hand on Chas’s head and the other on her chest, pushed her in.  The armoire was too short to stand in, and too narrow to lie down in.  Seated in the armoire, Chastity started sobbing as Channah blindfolded her and swung her legs up into the confined space.  “Oh, stop whimpering like a baby and be grateful you’re so petite.  Imagine how uncomfortable this cabinet is for big, burly men—real men—like most of my lovers, instead of a skinny little shrimp like you!  You’re lucky!”

The last thing she heard, saw, smelled or tasted before Channah added the earplugs was Channah snarling:  “There!  Say 1,000 Hail Lilliths and see if you can’t work out a way to screw yourself with that tiny little cock!”  And she felt, rather than heard or saw, the door being slammed shut on her.

Penny was awakened—or at least, came to full awareness—lying on her side in Channah’s big, soft bed, with her head on her Domina’s big, soft pillow; a share of her Domina’s weight gently coming to rest on the side of her face, and the sweet smell of her skin filling her nostrils.  As she blinked her eyes open, instinctively covering her eyes with her hand to give her eyes a chance to adjust, she realized that the Sun was up.  But it wasn’t actually too bright; just a shade brighter than twilight.  She also sorted out, with a surge of excitement, that her Domina must have pulled her thronelike chair up to the side of the bed and was sitting in it now, with her feet tickling Penny’s face.  Her gorgeously perfect, juicy round toes, the ones it was obvious to both of them Penny had a thing for, filled Penny’s sight.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Channah said, trying to sound cheerful.  Penny, who had been disconcerted wondering if it were morning or night, was grateful for the information.

“Ap!” and when Penny tried to move she pushed her feet further forward so they were resting on Penny’s face, left foot on her eyes, right foot on her nose and mouth, making it clear she wanted Penny to stay where she was.

“Mistress, mmm… yes…. I just—I just—”

“What?” she asked sharply, and Penny, knowing something was displeasing her, gushed hurriedly:

“I desperately need to—my bladder!”

She laughed, not nicely, pushing and pulling her feet over Penny’s face, sounding pleased when she felt Penny’s lips puckering to kiss her right foot.  “Are you sure it’s so urgent?”

“Oh yes Mistress—I must have slept—”

“Sixteen… eighteen… maybe even twenty hours?” Penny groaned.  “Domina, even if was sixteen hours—PLEASE!”

Literature Section “07-18[X] The Reluctant Penitent”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 18 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1051 words::Explicit 1119 words—Accompanying Images:  2066-2069—Published 2025-07-18—©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.

2037 07-12 Venus Mantrap
2038 07-12 Nocturnal Predator
2039 07-12 The Serpent in the Garden
2040 07-12 Down the Garden Path
2041 07-12 Led Astray
2042 07-12 Don’t Look Up

PREVIOUSLY:  After a week of hazing by the succubae, and a looooong day and night’s sleep, the first full day of Chastity’s and Penance’s honeymoon with Channah is finally beginning.  NOW:

They had tumbled into Channah’s bed around midday.  Like humans, succubae experienced sleep cycles; but the most-active phases of their sleep, in particular, differed markedly.  Channah, in her sleep, had visited her current stable of dream-lovers.  She liked to keep 36 of them.  She wasn’t rigid about it, but it was a good target number, one that kept her fed and fueled her active and assertive life as a Queen of Hell.  Every succubus had her own preferred hunting grounds.  Because of the sheer scale of her appetites, and the power level required to dominate the rest of her species, she haunted sailing ships and army camps.  She kept seducing those she found awake by whispering into and touching their subconscious minds, to keep them focused on her and make them weaker.  And she had ridden those she found most-vulnerable and asleep, as hard as she could.  By the earliest hours of the morning, she was refreshed and filled to bursting with energy.

Even as she opened her eyes, she sensed Chastity, to her left, was awake; while Penance, to her right, remained asleep.  Turning her head slowly she met Chastity’s eyes, watching her so intently it took the motion of her head to alert her Channah was awake.  “Are you restless, my love?” she whispered.

“I wouldn’t say that, exactly…. I slept quite a long time.”

“Have you been awake long?”

“Perhaps an hour, or a bit more?” Chas guessed.

“Staring at me?” She smiled slyly.  “Or staring at us both?”

She didn’t need to see color clearly to know when Chas was blushing.  “A little bit.  Well, yes.”

“And?  How did it make you feel?”

“Amazed,” Chas admitted.  “You’re the most beautiful things in the world.  And so blessed…” then she caught herself, blushing.  “Or… I mean… fortunate.”

“I love it,” she smirked.  “And I love you for thinking that.”  She rolled toward Chas and kissed her softly, once, before deciding that wasn’t enough and kissing her again.  They wrapped their arms around one another, moving slowly so as not to wake Penny, and held one another tightly for the longest, sweetest kissing session either of them could remember for a long time.

It was only when Chas shifted slightly that Channah growled a throaty laugh, reaching her hand down to find the source of the problem.  Pulling back an inch and licking her lips, she giggled:  “Ohhh… baby… are those nasty Persian Gates starting to pinch again?”

“Yes, Domina,” Chas confessed. 

“Mm… well, let’s do something about that.”

“Oh… yes, please Mistress,” Chastity agreed, desperate to release the pressure she was feeling.

“Let’s get your leathers,” she whispered.  “This is my day, remember?”

“Yes, Domina,” Chas swallowed.  “What about Penny?”

She looked back over her shoulder, fondly, then grinned.  “Sleeping the sleep of the innocent at heart.  I’ve got more than enough energy for both of you.  Let’s let him rest up while I wear you out and then maybe you’ll be able to sleep a bit more.”  And she laughed, pushing Chas off the bed before her, and then taking her by the hand to lead her down the stairs from her bedroom.  At the bottom of the stairs she physically turned Chas so she was facing the garden and informed him laughingly:  “Keep your eyes front, missy, while I look through your toybox.  Well…. My Toybox, of toys for playing with Chastity,” she clarified.

“Um…. To tell you the truth, Domina, it’s so dark I don’t think I could see what you were doing even if I were right beside you,” Chas admitted.  “But of course I won’t peek, Domina.”

“Better yet, why don’t you get some cushions from the salon—in front of you—and bring them along?”  Channah could see as well in darkness as in daylight; even better, in some ways, in some wavelengths.  Placing most of the items she had selected in a bag, she took Chas’s arm (since her hands were now full holding three large cushions), kissed her, and set off along the garden path toward the baths.

“Are we going to take another bath?”  Chas asked breathlessly.

“You’ll see,” she promised, laughing girlishly and hiding whatever she had behind her, leading Chas all the way to the second spring, the one that fed the main garden stream.  There, she turned right, leading Chas along its rocky bank, under the canopy of the trees until they reached another open spot, mixed garden and grass, overlooking the great valley.  Within it, at the edge overlooking the valley, was a simple stone gazebo.

“It’s all so beautiful—I feel like it’s a magical world… it’s—” and suddenly she interrupted herself with a sharp intake of breath.  Channah laughed, guessing what she had seen:  the heavy hook, hanging from the roof of the gazebo, just a bit above head level.

“Set the cushions on the stone platform,” she commanded, tugging Chas forward, not allowing her to stop for more than a second beside the platform, and positioned her directly beneath the hook.  Dropping whatever she had brought with a rustle and clatter, she brought both her hands to Chas’s cheeks and neck, pulling her in for a long, slow, hot kiss, and then running her hands over Chastity’s shoulders and tummy and breasts while continuing to kiss her.

Breaking their kiss and humming happily, she squatted down to retrieve her bag and handed it to Chastity to hold while she rummaged through it until she found what she was looking for.  While she kissed Chastity’s cheeks and lips softly, Chastity felt Channah take her right hand and then her left, massaging each arm and fastening the cuffs in their familiar places around her wrists.  Next, laughing as she kissed Chastity deeply, she pulled two more cuffs out of the bag.  Then she and smouched her way down Chastity’s neck, breasts, and stomach to tease her caged flesh and kiss, kiss, kiss under her belly button and in the crevices where her legs met her torso and even the front of her thighs, totally distracting Chastity—not that she needed to—as she locked Chastity’s ankles. 

Working her way back up Chas’s body, she pulled a short length of chain from the bag, drawing the cold metal teasingly up Chas’s skin, catching both her arms, and pulling her hands in front of her.  In the night, in the shadow of the gazebo, Chastity saw only the corner of Channah’s wicked smile clearly, but she knew she was looking straight into her eyes, as she used carabiners to attach the two ends of the chain to her wrist cuffs.  Chastity let out a shuddering breath as Channah lifted her hands over her head and slid the chain over the hook.

“Have you figured it out yet, sweetie?”

Chas knew she meant, what Channah had in mind, because she had not locked or tied Chas’s hands to the hook and Chas could slip them off the hook anytime if she wanted.  “No…” she admitted, both excited and scared at once. 

With a deep-throated laugh, Channah drew another short chain from the bag as she kissed her way back down her girl’s body and chained her ankles together.

“I—I don’t understand—” Chas whined, as she began moving back up again.

“I think you do, baby.”

“I mean—I mean, you can’t—can you?”

Literature Section “07-12 The Garden Path at Night”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 12 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1230 words—Accompanying Images:  2037-2042—Published 2025-07-12—©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.


2011 07-07 Actually, yes, I AM the “pool police”
2012 07-07 How does it ALWAYS end when you two misbehave?
2013 07-07 You think you two are too much for me to handle?  Really?

Explicit version containing orgasm and ejaculate themes at 07-07X Cleaning Up Chastity’s Mess at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

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.

2007 07-06 Let’s Get Wet
2008 07-06 Boots off, bitches

2009 07-06 This must be a happy family in paradise
2010 07-06 A Pastoral Fantasy

Explicit version containing orgasm and ejaculate themes at 07-06X Bathing in Chastity’s Fountain at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

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:

Before they had even finished bathing, Channah had Chastity writhing helplessly on a flat rock in the center of the pool, like a fish out of water or a sacrifice on an altar.  With a final, devastating look, she said:  “Stay.  And don’t you dare, you know.”  Chastity made a strangled cry that caused Channah to shiver with pleasure as, still laughing, she turned to her second victim. 

Penny looked much more nervous than Chas, and much more nervous than she had when she first stepped into the water.  But Channah knew how to handle her:  with authority and strength.  She didn’t even try to direct Penny verbally.  She simply pulled her close, chiding her instead:  “Ap ap,” she shook her head.  “None of that.  You’re coming close to me for your bath, young lady.”  Sensing her embarrassment and feeling her excitement, Channah warned her:  “Deep breath!” and then pushed her head down under the water, holding her a beat or two longer than necessary to make her hyperaware of how much stronger Channah was, and how completely in charge she was.  Channah was pleased to feel that Penny had sunk below the water and was trying to stay there obediently, trying to be a good girl and cooperate rather than resist.  Pulling her up and spinning her ‘round, again like a puppet by moving her rather than by using words, Channah warned:  “Close your eyes sweetie so you don’t get any soap in them.”

Channah started by repeating her actions with Chastity, washing Penny’s hair, face, and arms, before folding her arms at the elbows and placing her hands at the back of her head. 

“Stay still, just like that a moment, honeypot, while I check on your girlfriend,” she instructed, before turning and lazily running her soapy fingers lightly up the insides of Chastity’s thighs and further, laughing with pleasure as the girl shivered and shook and whimpered.  “What a passionate girl you are,” she murmured.  “Now be still, be good, and just watch.” 

Turning back to Penny, and turning her around so Chastity, by raising her head and looking down between her legs, could see Penny’s face and breasts, Channah pressed up tightly against Penny’s back and bottom, making her gasp and whine, ooching her forward until she stood at the edge of the water between Chastity’s legs.  “Doesn’t she look beautiful?”  Channah cooed encouragingly, reaching under Penny’s arms to stroke her temples and then trailing her fingers her cheeks and neck and shoulders.  “With all that soap on her face, forcing her eyes closed and her mouth open to breathe?  Doesn’t she look hot?”

“Yes,” Chastity whimpered truthfully, as Penny moued indignantly. 

Channah took this as her cue to grab Penny firmly in front, watching Chastity’s eyes grow big as saucers, as she scolded Penny:  “Shush, my prudish little Princess.  Nobody’s talking to you, and nobody wants your opinion.  Besides… your face does look beautiful, whether you’re comfortable with the fact or not.  You look like you—”  She broke off as Penny moued again, an angry protest, spoiled by the sharp, breathy sound she made a second later as Channah played gently with her for both girls’ benefit.  Leaning down, she whispered into Penny’s ear:  “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Domina!” she whimpered, nodding helplessly.

Channah nipped her ear before continuing, setting her chin against Penny’s hair and looking at Chastity again, even as she continued to caress Penny, softly and gently:  “We definitely need to clean these, don’t we, futa?  Do you know why?”

She shook her head and whimpered a negative sound.

“So we can enjoy how sweet they taste!”  Chastity groaned and Penny moaned, while their Master gleefully elaborated:  “I’m gonna get soap everywhere… make them slippery and… ooh!  What’s happening?”  She giggled, Penny’s bright red cheeks obvious. 

“Here,” she whispered again, into Penny’s other ear.  “I’m going to give you a boost to help you get up on this rock on your knees, okay honey?”

“Yes ma’am,” Penny agreed, sounding nervous.

“Get ready to jump, little bunny, on one…” she ran her soapy hands down Penny’s sides plunging into the water “two…” where they cupped the bottom of Penny’s cheeks.  “Three!  Jump!”

Penny rose up and Channah helped her settle down slowly onto the rock.  Then Channah slipped clockwise around Chastity’s foot and, from her position by Chastity’s hip, reached over Chastity’s leg to take Penny by the back of her head, pulling her downwards.  “Let’s take your weight off those knees, sweetie,” she suggested gently.  “That’s the way, lay your cheek down on Chastity’s tight tummy and… oh, my, your, you know, are really on top of, you know, aren’t they?”  Chastity made a long, agonized groan as Channh’s hand, pressing down hard between Penny’s shoulder blades, ended the younger girl’s instinctive attempt to rise back up off her friend.  Chastity started panting loudly, prompting Channah to warn her, trying to sound stern through her amusement—“Don’t you dare, Chastity Batonnoir!  She’s not even clean yet!”

But it was too late.  Crying out and apologizing—whether to Channah for disobeying, or to Penny for involving her, was unclear—“I’m sorry!  I’m—sosorry!!!” Channah held Penny’s chest down, continuing to fight Penny’s efforts to rise up on her knees again.  But she let Penny raise her head so she was out of the way.  Penny looked alarmed, like maybe she’d done something wrong, and it was all Channah could do not to laugh out loud.

Literature Section “07-06 Bathing in Chastity’s Fountain”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 06 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 914 words::Explicit 1063 words—Accompanying Images:  2007-2010—Published 2025-07-06 (p.m.)—©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.


2003 07-05 Salamacis finds Aphrodite’s sons bathing in her lake
2004 07-06 What is happening to Aphrodite’s children?
2005 07-06 Aphrodite’s new daughters celebrate their transformation
2006 07-05 Salamacis, pleased with Aphrodite’s new daughters

PREVIOUSLY:  For seven days and nights, Chastity and Penance have been tormented, tested, pushed, and bewitched by the succubae and their human operatives, leaving them feeling rootless, lost, malleable, in need of comfort, and desperate for love.  Now, finally, Channah gives them what they long for, introducing them to her private mountain vale.  NOW:

Beyond the hot bath, the forest stream, and the washing-pool was a breathtaking vista, revealed between the high greyish-black cliffs to their left and the forest canopy to their right.  Channah’s vale ended in a low rise of rock, its lowest point the drain and surface level of the bathing pool.  Beyond it were a line of jagged mountain peaks; and, as they got closer, opening out below before the distant peaks, a deep and wide valley thousands of feet below them.

“Remember how everything in the vale looks,” Channah cautioned her girls—as if, they imagined, they could ever forget!  “This, exactly so, is the way I want it.  I gave my gardeners and servants the week off.  Mainly for privacy, so we can enjoy the true, intimate seclusion our marriage entitles us to—something that is among the most difficult things for me, as a Queen, to obtain.  Priceless!  You cannot imagine the constant attention of flatterers and wheedlers, or the freedom of being alone with my loving wives.”  She sighed, squeezing them both as she continued to guide them, past the hot bath and over the stream on a little bridge.  “But partly, I confess, because it turns me on to see my play-partners working and serving me.”  She shivered anticipatorily, leaving them in no doubt how much she meant it.  “It’s almost better than sex, which is saying something for a succubus,” she drawled.  “So expect to spend some time each day cleaning and caring for my paradise.  Obviously,” she shrugged, “You’ll do the cooking and laundry as well,” she purred at the thought, her eyes dancing.  “And I will sit and watch you sweating in the warmth of the afternoon sun.  Oh, yes, you must do the hardest work in the afternoons…” she cooed, running her hands over their shoulders and backs.  “You simply must…” she bit her lip, and shook her head, as if to clear it. 

“But not today.  And not tomorrow.  I know you sweethearts are exhausted.  We have plenty of prepared food to last us a couple of days and everything is spotless now.  So, the intensely sexual cleaning,” she emphasized breathily, pausing to kiss each of them, her anticipation making them want to serve her and turn her on, compounding their submissive natures, before she continued, “Will have to wait.  A little spicy anticipation even as we indulge ourselves completely, playing with one another.”

Leaving them a moment, standing and staring dumbly out over the chasm in wonder, she stepped to a low chest like a coffee table between two chaise lounges, removing towels—which she set on one of the chaises beside their chastity cages—a bottle of castile soap, and some clean rags; before returning to them, setting the rags and bottle close to the edge of the bathing pool and removing their wrist and ankle cuffs, first Chastity’s, then Penny’s.  She helped them and made them feel cared for by massaging their stiff shoulders and arms as they groaned in relief.

“Now,” she smiled coyly at the girls, “Kneel before me.  Go on, I have to get ready to bathe, too!”

Looking at one another in delighted but nervous surprise, having never seen their own Domina naked before, despite the liberties they had been allowed with her, they knelt.  Smiling magnanimously, she placed her hand on top of Chastity’s head for balance and insolently lifted her foot, presenting her boot to the two girls, who quickly worked it off.  When they stopped, looking up at her expectantly, she raised a questioning eyebrow.  “And my stocking and garter?”

Embarrassed, hands fairly quaking, they reached tentatively under her skirts to removed them, struggling not to take any unnecessary liberties by touching her skin more than necessary.  Then, with her hand on Penny’s head, she lifted the other foot and they attended to it in turn.  She then turned around and directed them to the hooks and clasps on her back where they released her dress, Penny gasping as it fluttered to the ground, leaving her only in her bra.  The girls nearly hyperventilated at the sight of her bare skin.  Looking back over her shoulder at them, and where their gazes turned and lingered, she smirked, enjoying their attention.  “Go on!  What are you waiting for?”

“Your permission” Chastity explained.  “Your command,” Penny answered.  As she laughed at them, they both, understanding they should not wait, tried and eventually succeeded at removing her bra.  Ignoring them, she flounced into the water, up to her thighs, before spinning around, shivering from the shock of the cool water, and giving them a sultry look as she sank back into the pool. 

“Don’t be shy, girls.  Chastity, honey, can you bring the soap?  And Penny, sweetie, the rags?”  She laughed as they scrambled to collect the supplies and splash into the water with her.  “Let’s bathe… Chastity first.  Come here, darling.”

Pecking Penny on the cheek so she wouldn’t feel ignored, she turned to Chastity and, reaching below the water, found what she had expected.  She stared into her wife’s eyes, smiling, until Chastity looked away, embarrassed.  “Duck your head to get your hair wet,” she ordered, and when Chastity came back to the surface, sputtering, she was ready, her hands slippery with the Castile soap.  “Turn around.”  And then she began washing Chastity, sensually, hair and face, neck and shoulders, followed by her arms, humming softly as she felt Chas relaxing and melting under her ministrations.

There was a flat rock, about the size of a small bunk, in the middle of the washing pool, and she made Chastity climb onto it so she could soap her feet, her legs, her back, her breasts, her belly, and finally her clitty and bottom.  She obviously enjoyed it the most when Chas did, squirming with nervousness and excitement as her hands moved over the girl’s most-sensitive parts.  She lingered especially long on her clitty and breasts, enjoying watching Chas writhe and Penny shrink back nervously.  Standing above Chastity’s head, she leaned over her, slowly rubbing soap into and around her nipples while making out with her, their heads facing in opposite directions, Chas moaning and arching her back.  Last of all, Channah stood between Chas’s legs, pushing her fingers over Chas’s stiff, soapy flesh, locking eyes with her and drinking up every bit of Chas’s vulnerability and loss of control.  She moved with a teasing, unbearable slowness, squeezing and tickling, giggling mischievously.  Her delight increased in proportion to Chas’s desperation and frustration, and even Penny became lost in the drama, losing her own self-consciousness and staring with rapt fascination at the drama rising to its climax before her.

With consummate skill, Channah drew out Chastity’s passion until the girl started begging out loud, helplessly pleading for mercy, staring into and drowning in Channah’s sparkling, delighted eyes….

Literature Section “07-05 In the Bathing Pool”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 05 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1148 words—Accompanying Images:  2003-2004—Published 2025-07-06 (a.m.)—©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.


2001 07-04 Welcome to Paradise
2002 07-04 This is MY garden

PREVIOUSLY:  For seven days and nights, Chastity and Penance have been tormented, tested, pushed, and bewitched by Channah, her succubae, her human operatives, and others, with every tool and tactic available, leaving them feeling rootless, lost, malleable, in need of comfort, and desperate for love.  Now, finally, Channah gives them what they long for.  NOW:

“You girls have done so well!  I know, you’ve had a hard, challenging week.  But I’m so proud of the way you’ve handled it!  Handled yourselves!  Now comes the part I’ve been wanting, even hurting for with you, the whole time.  It’s been so… cutting and hard, watching you sweeties go through the trials and indignities of the demon wedding ritual.  But you’ve made it through them!  And now you will experience, even more than before, the intensity and ecstasy of demon marriage.  A deep, special pleasure that requires more than affection to nurture and grow.”

“I don’t have a knife with me, or I would cut your bonds right here.  I want to show you my paradise without any remnant of the pain from this world, but I don’t want to make you stand here in the dark while I go and fetch one.  So I’m going to take you straight to the bath and free you there.  Ooh… I don’t even want to interrupt our intimacy, but I want to make it perfect for all of us…. Let me show you our special and wonderful home.  I love sharing this with you so much!”

Letting go of them both, and squealing excitedly, barely able to contain herself, she paused and looked back at them, her hands already pressing on the door, her body arched delightfully, a moment burned into all three of their memories.  The girls would always remember her there, their bedraggled fairie queen full of incredible potential promise, self-assured and seemingly relishing everything life had to offer no matter how amazing or daunting, glowing like a saint and bringing light and life to the cold black honeycomb, her perfection untouched by her disheveled state.  And Channah would always remember the naked, vulnerable, dependent, hungry, blind hope and faith and trust reflected in their shining eyes, and the raw need and desire for her, her comfort, her favor, and her love, emanating from her two most-intimate victims and lovers.

With a shudder, reflecting her own passion for this place, and her eagerness to share it with them, she pushed open the heavy iron door and admitted them to paradise.

Light cracked through the door first as it opened.  There was something clear and almost hard about it, a momentary impression immediately overcome by the excitement and hope of a perfect early spring morning.

The air was cool and invigorating, fresh with life and fragrant with the smell of flowers and forest.  The sky was sweet and bright and vibrant, energy practically radiating from it.  Before them were vital and verdant trees, vines, and bushes, the encouragement of life, embraced by the solidity and nurturing reassurance of the Earth beneath them and, as they found themselves stepping out of a tunnel in the bottom of a cliff, behind them.  The perfect black stones of the honeycomb ended abruptly as they stepped through the doorway onto a garden path made of what their tour guide called orange adoquin stone, perfectly fitted to one another with no visible grout between them.

The path divided immediately.  It ran a few yards to the right along the bottom hem of the greyish-black volcanic cliff soaring above them, until—contained by a crenellation in the cliff wall, it was forced to bend to the left and disappear behind the trees.

Channah pushed the door closed behind them, sliding two heavy drawbars from holes in the cliff wall across the top and bottom of the iron door to secure it, latching them in place and making it impossible to open with anything less than a battering ram.  Then she moved her hands quickly in the air before the door causing a brief glamour to sparkle and fade, suggesting even a battering ram might have trouble getting in.

She shrugged and smiled her beautiful smile.  “I don’t require much, actual security.  But I do value my privacy.  It is more precious to me than you can imagine.  And the three of us are the only people here in my mountain paradise.  Do you feel the air?  How thin it is?”  And she enjoyed watching them breathe, eyes unfocused as they concentrated on feeling their breath in their throats and lungs.  “If you don’t now, you will when you exert yourselves.  And I mean for you both to do so,” she giggled, touching both their bottoms rudely and pulling them into her sides.  “A lot.  If you’ve never been at altitude before, you’ll feel you’re struggling for breath until your body adjusts.  That will take a couple of days.  We’re in a mountain valley—more like a pocket, a cauldron lined with cliffs, high in the peaks, with only two entrances, the honeycomb and a natural cave, both warded to alert me to any potential trespassers so I can know we’re alone and no one is going to come running to me with their problems and concerns.  It calms me so much,” she sighed.  “It’s the only time I’m really off work, in a way.”  She shook her head, contemplating how busy she had been, and for how long.

And then she turned them gently to face the left branch of the path, causing them to gasp in wonder.  It was a reaction she had obviously anticipated, and equally obviously, enjoyed.  This way, the path descended gently and widened for a few yards, cliffs on the left and the dense, heavy forest on the right, until it reached a clear, beautiful pool in the rocks, fed by an irregular fountain of water pouring from a crack in the cliff wall and draining… well, it was complicated.  And, just beyond that, a breathtaking vista.

There were actually three fountains and three waterways, a fact they slowly absorbed as she guided them down the path towards it, explaining, her hands protectively holding theirs.  “They’re natural springs.  The first one is my hot bath.”  And indeed, they could see steam rising from the water where it emerged from the rock in a line with the surface of the smallish pool, a bowl about the size of a royal carriage with no obvious egress for the water.  The force of the water entering at its margin caused its surface to ripple and bubble constantly. “The second is the mountain stream that waters my gardens.”  It appeared to be the largest flow of water by volume, cascading down a spill of rocks to a narrow pool, more like a water trench or a troth, feeding a stream that disappeared into the woods.  “And the third is my washing-pool, which all three of us need desperately! 

Literature Section “07-04 The Secret Garden Mouth”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 04 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1104 words—Accompanying Images:  2001-2002—Published 2025-07-04—©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.