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, most especially the ultra-sensitive girl’s willingness to accept pain for her Mistress. NOW:
“You actually want to be bound for this, don’t you? To make it easier for you to give up?” she asked archly, shifting her weight to her other foot and raising up on the ball of her foot so the heel she was worshiping was a little off the ground. “Get in there, baby,” she murmured, enjoying her piteous efforts.
“Maybe—maybe I do want it a little,” she confessed. “Or maybe I need it so I know I can obey you because that’s all I want to do and I don’t know if my body will take it,” she whispered.
“Oh… that’s the sweetest thing to say…. Seven hells, you’re completely despicable.”
She whined apologetically. “I—I probably do like to be trussed up and helpless for you. But… but I’m certain I do want to give up. I know I want to give up everything to you I really do,” she clarified. “For you. I want to give everything I have, to you. Please, help me do that! Please put me in bondage so I won’t disappoint you, I couldn’t stand it!” her words were dissolving into tears, and indeed, there was not another moment until they were finished and she was almost done soothing her scalded baby-girl that she was not crying like a little bitch.
“And I want to… put you in bondage, sweetie,” she purred. “And I will. Before the morning is out. I’m going to bind you tighter and, in more discomfort and fear, than you can even imagine, to please me. I promise. Say thank you.”
“Thank you, Domina,” she whimpered.
“Because I do want you to give it up, all of it, everything, for me, I promise you,” she agreed, catching herself moaning the words. And then, in a sickly-sweet-but-not-genuinely-sweet voice, she qualified: “I want to take everything you have from you, until only your adoration is left. But that means pushing you as hard as you can be pushed. Harder, even.”
“Yes, Domina,” she whispered, her voice shaking with fear.
“And that way, I’ll be able to tell the difference between pretty bullshit words, and your sincerest and most-genuine heart.”
“Yes, Domina.”
“Don’t you want me to show you your truth, darling? Your most-genuine truth, under conditions when you cannot possibly hide anything from me?”
“I—I—yes, I want to give you everything, but I’m afraid I’ll fail you!”
“I’m afraid you’ll fail me, too,” she agreed, her voice turning hard again. “So let’s see. The only way we can.”
“Yes, Domina,” she wailed, clenching Channah’s ankles harder, withdrawing her tongue, and kissing Channah’s arch as hard as she could, while she spread her knees wider and waited.
Channah burst out laughing: “That’s soooo cute! Thank you, darling, but if you knew anything about sex or bondage I’d think you were trying to trick me.”
“I’m sorry, Domina, I don’t understand?”
She rolled her eyes in disbelief that she was so afraid of what was to come, she was continuing to cry as she knelt under Channah’s feet, holding onto her as if for dear life.
“You are such a sorry and abject worm, pudding! I can’t believe you’re crying like this! I’m going to give you something to cry about, meek mouse, especially after this display! Because you deserve it all the more!”
“But—but that’s what I’m afraid of!”
“But despite the—significant pleasure I derive from your fearful obsequiousness and spineless toadying… Let’s give you another sex lesson, shall we? This position won’t work. As hot as it would be to be your sweet loving mama and your big bad dominatrix all at once, that’s not really practical. Mainly because when I’m enjoying your suffering, the last thing I want to do is ease it. I want to test it, I want to bring out the most and the best of you I possibly can. I want you to suffer for me!” And then she added: “And for me! The love you feel while I’m hurting you is the greatest, purest, truest love of all, because it’s without selfishness, without ego, without greed. That’s what I want, your pure, true, raw love despite who I am and what I do! Do you understand?!”
“I do!”
“Are you sure?”
“I am! It’s terrible and its evil but it makes perfect sense, Domina,” she howled. “I understand…”
“How many am I going to give you, bitch?”
“I don’t know, Domina,” she admitted, her voice quavering. “I know, I know one—for cumming without permission yesterday?”
“You remembered your transgression. That’s a start, at least. What else?”
“I—I’m not sure, Domina—was I bad more than once?—oh, because I made a mess on Chastity after you’d already bathed her, Domina?!” she asked desperately.
Channah laughed, having not even considered that a separate offense, but pleased with Penny’s effort to talk her way into more trouble. Apparently she was much better at imagining her own transgressions than Channah, who had been struggling to think of even two. “That’s two. Good girl! You’re starting to redeem yourself. What else?”
“I—I don’t know, I—I—when I asked for permission to pee this morning? Only, I need to so badly, so so badly, Domina, but I know you don’t have the time for that—”
“Three! Damn right I don’t, I’m a Queen! You should be honored by each and every insult I hurl at you, treasuring how generous I am with my time and breath to even bother insulting you!” She laughed, harshly, but being harsh not because she was still angry and disappointed and feeling stupid, the way she had earlier. Now, she realized, pleased to feel her spirits lifting, she was feeling harsh because she felt powerful and aroused, meaning everything was right with the world once again.
“What’s wrong?! Keep going!” She barked, as she stepped away from her human rag, turning and swinging her leg to jab her purse, trying to remember where boys’ bladders were. “You’re not half done yet!”
With a moan, she sobbed: “I—I slept too long, Domina?” Penny guessed, her voice quaking at the thought of a fourth violation. She had never had more than three blows before.
“Fower!” she exaggerated the pronunciation, as she balanced on one leg using her expert, well-practiced toes to jab and pinch Penny, fishing for her little testicles and catching one almost immediately, prompting a screech of pain that—now that she was feeling better—made her break down and laugh genuinely. “Oh, you can stop counting, sweetie-pie! I’m going to give you five, my little peach pudding. The fifth crack is for being too smart and too proud for your own good, dummy! And, yes, when I’m finished, I expect you to shower my feet with your gratitude for intervening and saving you before you talked your way up to twice as many whacks!’
“Thank you, Domina,” Penny managed, so miserably and sadly Channah almost felt a rush of tenderness for her girl.
Turning her throne-chair so it faced the open space between the bed and the garden, she prodded her puppet’s purse again roughly with her toes. “Good girl. Now come over here, put your head under my throne, and hold the legs with your hands.” As Penny scrambled to obey, she explained: “Channel your fear and your instincts into holding onto my throne. You can even try to crawl under it. I don’t care if you pulverize the legs in your hands, or upend the whole thing and break it in half. But hold onto it with both hands and stay here, in spanking position, until I’m done, to show your loyalty. Do you understand?!”
“Yes, Domina,” she wailed, her absurdly-elevated voice a measure of her emotional distress and fear.
Literature Section “07-22 Begging for Bondage”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 22 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1299 words—Accompanying Images: 2083-2086—Published 2025-07-22—©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.
