1814 06-93 You need to be at peace with your place, slave
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.