07-10 Training Her Service Pets
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, starting with a long and frisky bath that both girls spoiled by getting overly excited. NOW:
“Of course we need you!” “We need you so badly!” The girls rushed to reassure her. “We love you!” “You’re our Domina!” Their praises and entreaties spilled out of them, tumbling over one another even as they fell all over themselves to apologize and make promises.
She interrupted them with a raised hand, shaking her head slowly. “There are words, and there are actions. And your girls’ actions have been crystal clear. Your sweet reassuring words aren’t going to be able to do anything to change them. That will require actions—proof—by good behavior. Get on your backs, legs facing me. Go on!” And as they scrambled to obey, she explained: “Obviously, I will have to wash you girls and supervise you both carefully until you’re back in your cages. And even more obviously, now that you’re of age and feminized, you girls are going to need to remain caged because you can no longer be trusted.” She shrugged. “Which is fine, normally, but I admit, I did have a little fantasy of having easy access to you girls all week long…” she clucked regretfully.
“Domina, no, we’re sorry! We—” they attempted, but she cut them off with a disgusted sound and a raised hand, silencing them.
“Did you not hear me? Don’t tell me you’re sorry. If you’re really sorry, if you mean it, then show it with your actions this week. Focus on me and my needs and how you feel about me, not what you want to feel on your little girl parts! Now be quiet and still while I deal with you.”
Starting with Chastity, she washed the girls’ privates carefully, pleased to find them tender and vulnerable after so much use. Then, she looked each girl straight in the eye, a hard and warning look, as she locked them each up. When she had finished with both girls, she grabbed their exposed, vulnerable purses and squeezed them enough to make them hold their breath in dread. Giving a shudder of pleasure at their reaction, she began lecturing them.
“You girls were very bad. I don’t want to hear either of you whining or asking about your ‘needs,’ do you hear me?”
“Yes, Domina.”
“So far, this honeymoon has been all about you two and your so-called ‘needs,’ quite obviously; without any self-control or caring for mine. That will change. I want you to think about me. Me, me, ME. All the time. Not about you. If I hear either one of you being selfish and greedy about this, at any time on our honeymoon, in any way whatsoever, I will punish you very severely. I will make you regret it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Domina,” they both promised, heads bobbing, looking scared.
“If you ask about taking them off, if you even hint to me that you’re desperate or struggling or were hoping I might want to remember to show you a special kind of affection, it’ll be doomsday before I take them off. Doomsday! Because you’re obviously too selfish to ever make a good wife for me. So I’ll ask you one last time, to give you every chance in the world to get it right: Do. You. Understand?”
“Yes, Domina,” they chorused, nodding fervently.
“‘Chastity’—I can hardly even speak your name out loud without laughing right now—” and, actually, she did snort, unable to prevent herself from doing so. And she looked at her, deep and straight in the eye: “Do—you—understand?”
Chas looked embarrassed at how badly she had failed the name her Domina had given her. “Yes, Domina. I understand, Domina. I’ll focus only on you, Domina. I swear it!”
“Good. And Penance—your name was better-chosen, at least. I should have given it to both of you, if I wanted to describe what your nature tends towards and needs. Do YOU understand?”
“Yes, Domina,” she nodded furiously, clearly miserable that she had disappointed her Domina. “I will devote myself to you and try to think only about your feelings and needs.”
“Very good. As you ought. Be encouraging girls. Let me know how hot you are for me and how much you want to please me. Really demonstrate your devotion and love with your actions, your expressions, your tones of voice, and yes, even your words. Let me know how much you’re loving every second of our honeymoon, even though it’s not about you anymore. Is it clear what I expect, girls?”
“Yes, Mistress Domina,” they answered, utterly obsequious, which gave her a pleasant little thrill.
“Now, I’ve washed both of you once already, from head to toe, and to what end? Only to have you get yourselves all messy again. I want each of you to wash the rest of your bodies all over again—over there—” (she pointed to a particularly shallow part of the bathing pool) “and have a little think about your mindsets, while I relax here. And as soon as you’re done, come to me with your thoughts, actions, and attitudes focused entirely on service. Serving me. Got it?”
“Yes, Domina!” they each assured her. “We get it!”
Queen Channah decided it was still too early and cool to sunbathe on her rock, and so she swam instead, enjoying her holiday, the feeling of the water swishing over her skin, and the peace of having nothing to think about or do. When her abashed girls approached her, heads down, she taught them how she liked to be bathed: how to wash her hair so it was clean and untangled without pulling it too much, how to wash her face and neck and every other part of her body. She let each of them wash all of her body, so they could learn; and she made it clear she expected them to remember everything she’d taught them.
She made it difficult for them when they were washing her breasts and her pussy and ass—of course—embarrassing them and throwing them off-balance even more than when they worked on the rest of her body. Then, around midday, deciding the sun was high enough and she was invigorated enough, to enjoy lying on the rock, she lay down in the middle of it and taught her girls exactly how she liked to be massaged when she wanted to relax and unwind. She emphasized this wasn’t sexual for her, and they needed to be fully attentive to easing her muscles and her soul; and all three of them pretended like they didn’t notice when the girls began to get excited by her body and their proximity to it. The girls pretended like nothing was happening because they were mindful that they were to be focused on her, and she didn’t want to hear about their little willies. She ignored the girls precisely because they obeyed her, and she wanted to relax.
Literature Section “07-10 Training Her Service Pets”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 10 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1149 words—Accompanying Images: 2022-2024, 2029-2031—Published 2025-07-10—©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.