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2051 07-15 What’s the matter?
2052 07-15 The future swallowed by a shadow
2053 07-15 Hell Shows Its Real Face

2054 07-15 Drink the Kool-Aid…  DRINK the Kool-Aid…
2055 07-15 Yesss… now she is MINE

CAUTION:  Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing bullying, chastity, orgasm, analpenetration, analsex, CBT, consensualnonconsent, and asstomouth themes at 07-15X The Sex Surpassing Her Understanding at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  After a week of hazing by the succubae, and a looooong sleep, the first full day of Chastity’s and Penance’s honeymoon with Channah is finally beginning.  Before dawn, while Penny sleeps, Channah suspends Chastity by her wrists and ankles from the roof of her gazebo deep in the garden, gags her, and tops the hell out of her.  NOW:

“Fuuuuuccckkk that’s hot,” Channah blurted around their kiss as Chastity, shuddering and starting to cry.  She felt Chastity jerk as her sensitive bottom felt what Channah was growing down there.  With some difficulty, she forced herself to let go of her girl for a second to find something she needed, pausing when she turned back to absorb Chastity’s red face and pouring eyes and, above all, her utterly- and completely-helpless posture, feeling a flash of heat.  “Ohhhhh…. Honeydoll, you are well and truly at my mercy.  You’re as helpless as a newborn, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Domina!”  Chas sobbed, crying a little louder and nodding her head pathetically.

Anointing herself, and Chastity, with olive oil, she carelessly tossed aside the jar.  She rubbed the oil over her jariya’s bottom, practically chittering with delight as the girl danced and moaned and—

Channah froze for a second, scarcely believing her eyes, and then growled a deep-throated, forceful laugh that was different and striking enough, it caused Chastity to open her own eyes to see what was happening.  She immediately followed Channah’s gaze downward to her own waist and squealed like a grammar-school student noticing a tarantula crawling up their torso.

Overcome, Channah invoked curses—this time, with her usual gusto and assertive sense of agency—enough to make devils blush.  She practically pounced on Chastity, joining with her.  “You’re mine now, aren’t you, little girl?”

“Yes, Domina!” Chas bawled.  “I’m yours!  I’m totally yours!  I belong to you!  Please, oh please—ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!”  The expressions on this girl’s face as Channah took her, as hard as she could, understanding what she was feeling every time Channah pulled on her with her hands were an incredible—and for Channah, intoxicating—combination of pain, vulnerability, trust, and need.  It was, she realized with a shuddering surprise, her head practically exploding with the epiphany, the way Penny made her feel every single time—the way Penny was built—and was precisely what made Penny the perfect demon-bait.  It was what she imagined the one who had banished her experienced when humans suffered or even martyred themselves for their faith:  Perfect happiness, perfect elation—no!  Oh, shit!  Her mind reeling, she decided it was perfect and selfless love, the love that asked for nothing in return and acted purely out of that… thing, that part of humanity their maker had shared with humans, what they called their soul.

Now Channah had to scream, burying her face in Chas’s shoulder to muffle the sound of her own banshee wail as she experienced something on a par with what she had experienced yesterday with Penny—both times in her male aspect.  And she felt her cheeks redden in an unfamiliar embarrassment at how quickly she had finished.  She wasn’t sure if it was the depth and breadth of the magical connections she had forged with these two girls, or the excitement of what they had helped her begin yesterday, or the sheer perversity of the fact that to be able to capitalize on all she had invested in them, she could not do with either of them what she did as naturally as breathing.  She snorted into Chastity’s neck, shaking her head at the irony of it all, and decided what she was experiencing was probably a combination of all three factors working together.  Perhaps in combination with other factors she wasn’t as focused on right now.

As her last tremors finally subsided, she sighed and laughed ruefully, deciding the pleasure was something for her to embrace and enjoy, rather than worry about.  Returning to her lover’s mouth, the two of them shared another long, slow, sensual, completely-uneven kiss:  Channah standing proud and tall, fully refreshed, master of her own fate and her own world; Chastity hanging helplessly, badly-used by her master, her muscles and skin aching, sobbing, whimpering, weak and broken.  But both of them feeling united by their passion and the intense connection their intimacy had forged between them.

Finally, Channah pulled her head back and whispered:  “Are you going to be my good girl if I let you down?”

“Yes, Domina,” she nodded hopefully.  “Please, Domina.  I will be!  Forever and always!”

“Aww….”  And Channah couldn’t resist kissing her, just a minute or two more.  Finally, with a sigh, Channah reached up and yanked Chastity’s ankle chain from the hook, drinking up her ache as her body tried to readjust.  She was hanging by her wrists, her legs too numb and rubbery to support her.  “One last kiss, while we still can.”

Her girl looked up with her with wide, alarmed eyes.  “While we–?”  Channah kissed her quiet, then yanked her wrists off the hook and eased her down to a kneeling position at Channah’s feet.

“Before you’re too dirty,” Channah clarified brutally, shuffling to move it right into Chastity’s face.  “You know what to do.  You’ve seen Penny do it.”

Literature Section “07-15[X] The Sex Surpassing Her Understanding“—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 15 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 819 words::Explicit 1101 words—Accompanying Images:  2051-2055—Published 2025-07-15—©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.

2047 07-14 Champion Channah
2048 07-14 Girls rule, boys drool. And cry a lot
2049 07-14 Channah 1, Chastity 0
2050 07-14 Soultaker.  Ballbreaker.

CAUTION:  Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing bullying, chastity, masturbation, CBT, and consensualnonconsent themes at 07-14X The Agony and the Ecstasy at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  After a week of hazing by the succubae, and a looooong sleep, the first full day of Chastity’s and Penance’s honeymoon with Channah is finally beginning.  Before dawn, while Penny sleeps, Channah suspends Chastity by her wrists and ankles from the roof of her gazebo deep in the garden, gags her, and tops the hell out of her.  NOW:

“It’s confusing… even disorienting… isn’t it?  Because it’s like being punished and loved at the same time.  But imagine what it’s like to be me, that is, if you can get past yourself for a minute!  I need to punish you but I want to love you!

I mean, think about how much work it’s going to be with you trussed up like this, hanging like a side of beef—well,” she laughed, “Let’s be honest:  not really beef.  I know!  A side of lamb!  My little lamb-chop.”  And she began timing her blows to match and emphasize the words of her speech.  “Do you imagine this is going to be a comfortable, lazy game for me?!  I should think not!  Here I’ll be standing and practically bending over backwards to angle myself and thrust in and out, probably having to squat and stand up, maybe even perch on my tippie-toes, and… what?  You’ll just be hanging out here, as pretty and relaxed as you please?  In my lovely garden?  While I do all the work?!  Ooh!  It’s so unfair!  It makes me so angry!”  Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!

“Isn’t it?  Unfair?” she cooed, and when she didn’t get an answer:  “That wasn’t rhetorical.  I asked you:  ‘ISN’T IT?!’” Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!

Chastity frantically nodded and jabbered into her gag.

Snickering, Channah paused, moving around and kissing Chastity again as she pressed her soft hips forward, rubbing up against Chastity, being careful not to move her torso while they kissed because her girl was so close.   Murmuring around her tongue and Chastity’s stretched lips, rubbing the paddle over Chastity’s sore, sensitized hindquarters while she stroked Chastity’s hair, she continued:  “But you’re a lucky girl, aren’t you?”  And when Chastity nodded, Channah cooed and laughed and rubbed noses with her a moment before getting back to the kissing, little kisses on her cheeks and eyes and down to her ears. 

And then, back to the spanking:  a heavy, fast rhythm in her own head with a strange, almost lyrical quality. “You can’t imagine what it’s like to be a workaholic, at a job where your mission and half the work you do are also your only hobby.  For millennia!  I love it to fuck!  I probably, literally, exist for it to fuck!  But to do it all day, almost every day—and even every night!  Even while I sleep!  Can you imagine—well, I guess you humans dream about what you do during the day, too, but I’m sorry, it’s just not the same!  It’s how I feed my spirit, and it’s just another form of doing my damned—so to speak,” she giggled, “—job!  Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!  Even I need a little variety!  Some creativity!  And it’s so precious to have a couple of girls who really, genuinely care for me, not the usual string of sad-sack horndogs who’d be just as happy with their own sister or grandmother or domestic animal, for that matter—anything with a hole.  Half of them would marry a loaf of bread if it would cook and clean for them!  Men!  Oh, sending them to hell is fun, don’t get me wrong, but as a group, they’re…” she shrugged.  “Total junk food.  The biggest, blandest, most undifferentiated pile of oversalted chips ever served up to anyone.  I need some fresh, wriggly little fish, like you and Penny, to go with my chips!”

“Yes, you’re right, of course, I do care more about her than I do you,” Channah didn’t even fully understand why she needed to say that, but she couldn’t help herself, twisting the knife at every opportunity, delighting at Chastity’s crushed whimper.  Of course, she was a demon, so it was easy enough to chalk if off to her evil and sadistic nature.  “But it’s not really about her—it’s complicated—but—the point is, I do love you too, little bimbo, in my own way, I really do; I even care about you!  And I know you love me.  So—what I’m trying to say is, I’m happy to work hard for you—not as hard as you,” she snickered, “I mean, I am the boss, and rank does have its privileges!  But I’m really enjoying this… I’m really going to enjoy this, even if its ten times as much work for me as a regular mark would be.”

And suddenly, just as Chastity started grunting and twitching with greater urgency and speed, Channah stepped back, removing her right hand, regarding her prey, her expression turning cruel and mean.  “But I do think you should suffer for me, bitch!  Because I am a Queen of Hell, and I demand your suffering as tribute!  Is that wrong, little cow?  Not rhe—” but Chastity was already shaking her head, as emphatically as she could, satisfying her master. 

“And besides—maybe most importantly—I like it!” she leaned closer, smelling the heady combination of fading arousal and spiking fear, and shuddering from it.  “And you really, really, really want to please me, your Domina, don’t you, dear?” she pouted, nodding along casually with Chastity.

With a lingering, insolent gaze, Channah moved out of Chastity’s line of sight.  “Good!” she agreed, taking a strong, balanced position and using both hands to bring the paddle up and across, almost like a golf swing, to match the angle of the blow to Chastity’s bottom.

Crack!  Chastity thrashed and cried out behind her gag as Channah hissed:  “Fuck yeah!”  And moaned with her arousal.  “That’s for finishing without permission!”

Crack!  “OH! That’s good!”  Channah growled.  “Good girl! That’s for lying!”

Crack!  “You’re dancing like a water bubble on hot iron!”  She ran her hand over her girl’s bright red buttocks and moaned.  “They’re already hot and red like iron in a forge, sweetie!  Your buttocks are beautiful!”  And, inspired, she kissed each of Chastity’s cheeks, pressing and dragging her lips hard across the ultrasensitive, infrared skin and laughing, before stepping back.  “That was for your second time without authorization.”

Crack!  She gasped with her arousal, then breathed heavily for a moment, before she could regain control of herself enough to gasp:   “That was for being such a dumbo.  And—” she added impulsively, almost tempted to give a sixth whack, “—for embarrassing me in front of my Court with your selfishness and stupidity!”

Crack!  And she laughed, gasping for breath, still holding the paddle in her left hand and pressing it against Chastity’s back as a reminder of her power, straight up her spine from buttocks to shoulders, her left hand resting on the curve of her bottom, comfortably for her, very uncomfortably for her wriggling girl.  She literally rubbed it in, her hand to the girl’s bottom, patting and stroking it in a way that would have been comforting if her skin hadn’t already been on fire.  “There, there, and that was for your third time.”  She gasped in mock-surprise, cradling Chas’s soft flesh and observing with a hoot:  “It feels like a deflated little loaf of bread!  There, there, my little vanilla roll.”  She kissed her, hungrily, practically tearing off her gag to seal her own lips back over her girl’s mouth, shuddering as she squeezed the soft gooshy flesh down there.  She was laughing and moaning at once, lost in the bliss of her girl’s helpless scramble of misery and adoration, confusing her and messing her up. Moving to face her full-on from the front, she reached around and grabbed her buttocks,  struggling not to laugh as she used her own mouth to hush her. 

Literature Section “07-14[X] The Agony and the Ecstasy “—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 14 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1269 words::Explicit 1370 words—Accompanying Images:  2047-2050—Published 2025-07-14—©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.

2043 07-13 Chastity posing prettily for Channah
2044 07-13 Lonely girl desperate for any kind of love
2045 07-13 Binding Chastity’s wrists
2046 07-13 Channah effortlessly raises Chastity

CAUTION:  Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing bullying, precum, chastity, masturbation, CBT, and consensualnonconsent themes at 07-13X Hung Out to Get Wet at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  After a week of hazing by the succubae, and a looooong day and night’s sleep, the first full day of Chastity’s and Penance’s honeymoon with Channah is finally beginning.  Before dawn, while Penny sleeps, Channah leads Chastity deep into the garden, chains her wrists together and hangs them from a hook, then chains her ankles together.  “I—I don’t understand—” Chas whined.  “I think you do, baby,” Channah grinned.  “I mean, you can’t—can you?”  NOW:

“I totally can, lover.  Of course I can,” Channah assured her, waited a beat, and then—proved it, shouting:  “Raise. Your legs!” seizing the ankle chain in her hands and pulling up hard on it, knocking Chas off her feet and then jerking up on the chain with such force she was able to lift Chas’s ankles up higher than her wrists and drop the ankle chain over the same hook holding her wrist chain.

“Oh fuck!”  Chastity squeaked, kicking and flailing helplessly while Channah ran her hands all over her body.

“Oh yes!”  Channah promised.  “Soon enough.  But be patient.”  And, suddenly, sounding unconvincingly innocent, she asked:  “How often did you break the rules yesterday, sweetie?’  Mm?”

Chas stopped moving and looked horrified.  Channah didn’t even say anything, she just slapped her girl’s bottom, hard.  “Two times, Domina!”

“Oh, dear.”  She shook her head and tut-tutted.  “I’d think you were a liar if I didn’t’ know already what a little dummy you are.”

Looking hurt and confused, Chas’s eyes darted from side to side, trying to figure out her mistake.

“One.  Two.  Three, sugar ninny.  You broke the rules again with your sisterwife, even after I reminded you what a bad girl you had already been.”

And Chas was even more pierced by knowing she had been stupid in answering her Domina, than she had been thinking she had been tricked by Channah, because she had betrayed herself and her Domina.  “Oh, oh I’m sorry, Domina!  I’m sorry!”

“Sorry for what?!” Channah demanded, slapping her hindquarters on both sides, then surprising Chastity by unlocking her chakra box and slowly pulling it off, giggling equally at her girl’s expressions of arousal and shock, and the way she came to full attention.  “Silly girl,” Channah laughed, slapping her and making her yelp.  “Whatcha gonna do about it?” she glanced down significantly, delighted to hear Chas’s frustrated groan.  “Don’t worry, I’ll see what I can do to get rid of that for you.  Sorry—for—what?!”

“I—what?”

“What exactly are you sorry for, airhead?!”  Whack!

“Oh!  I’m sorry—”

Whack!  “For what?!”

“Oh Domina, for everything!  For both—for all of it!”  Whack!  “OW!” she howled.

“For? what?  Answer me sorry girl!  And don’t wake up your sisterwife with your bawling.”

“For lying—I mean, for lying, for being stupid, for breaking the rules, for being-stupid—again…” she finished miserably.

Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!

“That’s four things!”  Channah managed to sound indignant.  “And you forgot to apologize for making such a loud noise!”

This time, Channah whacked her even as she apologized again.  “I’m sorry I’m sorry ooh!  That stings—I’m sorry!”

“Obviously not enough.  Puddin’ would be soft as mush after the first whack,” she giggled.  “Open wide!”

 “I said wide!”  And she pushed a red leather ball into Chastity’s wide-opened mouth.  “This is so you don’t wake up Penny,” she cooed wickedly, using a buckling leather strap to hold the ball in place, before reaching down—still holding her girl’s gaze, seeing it turn afraid again as Channah’s predatory smile widened—and rising to reveal what had made the clattering sound before:  “I brought your paddle,” she cooed, revealing the Muladhara paddle made just for her.

Chastity made a muffled mewling noise and twisted uselessly, shaking her head sharply.

“You little tease.  As if that’s going to stop me, my darling dunce.  You’re just trying to turn me on,” she laughed, using her right hand to pull Chastity’s head forward for another long kiss, continuing until Chastity relaxed enough again to get into it and start kissing her back, even as Channah worked the edge of the bat up between Chastity’s cheeks, rocking it back and forth, laughing because she knew exactly what she was doing to Chastity.

Breaking their kiss, she rubbed her thumb against Chastity and snorted, bringing it up to Chastity’s mouth.  “That’s for later, girl.  Apparently, you think this is all about you.  Again!”

Chastity shook her head and tried to make negative noises, assuring her otherwise, but Channah ignored her sliding the paddle away and moving to Chastity’s left side, moving her right hand back down to play, teasing her until she started to pant.

And that was when Channah started to paddle her, one-handed, with her right hand manipulating Chastity, her body pressed up against her side, brushing her arm and knee—which were both about the same height as Chas’s head, and a bit lower than Channah’s—with soft kisses while her left hand thwacked Chastity’s bottom from an imperfect and awkward position, Chastity jumped pleasingly with every blow in response to Channah’s soft, teasing caresses and she started to make little gurgling sounds.

“Oh, dear, I’m not very good at this, am I?”  Channah tittered.  “Or you’re really boy-stupid.  At this rate, I’m not sure how I’m ever going to get you back in your box.”  She purred at the desperate sounds Chastity was making, and impulsively paused to lean around and make out with her lovergirl for a minute, before resuming.  “You do look kind of dazed and muddled.  I guess maybe I haven’t forgotten how to hurt and love a girl at the same time.  I know that can be terribly confusing, can’t it?”  Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!

Literature Section “07-13[X] Hung Out to Get Wet”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 13 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 876 words::Explicit 1018 words—Accompanying Images:  2043-2046—Published 2025-07-13—©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.


1814 06-93 You need to be at peace with your place, slave
1815 06-93 Oh, did I forget to mention the scary side-effects?

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.