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.