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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.

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.

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.