Tag: tonguefucking

2131 07-28 Slavebride contemplating life in her new household
2132 07-28 I will protect you from all predators… except me
2133 07-28 I must know every detail of how you suffer for me, babydoll… tell me!
2134 07-28 It breaks my heart, but you MUST suffer hard for me

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

Explicit version containing sodomy, analpenetration, prostatestimulation, bullying, punishment, overpowering, consensualnonconsent, orgasm, chastity, goldenshowers, and watersports themes at 07-28X Penetrating Intimacy at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

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 angrily and rigorously tested Penny by pushing her limits.  Now, happily reassured, they are making up by making love.  NOW:

Channah and Penance were pressed close together, so intimate spiritually, sexually, and romantically they were almost fused into a single love monster.  Their lips were locked in a seemingly never-ending sweet mint kiss they were both drowning in.  Their breasts were pressed against and pushing on one another like bubbles sliding and squishing in a hot tub.  Channah’s belly-button was jerking and smashing Penny’s little damsel in distress.  The front of Channah’s thighs were crushed against the lowest part of Penny’s bottom, and her hands were brutally gripping and kneading Penny’s always-sensitive, but now sore red buttocks as her main source of leverage making Penny grunt and cry out around Channah’s big tongue.  Well… it probably accounted for up to half of Penny’s passionate cries. Along with the way Channah was making Penny open up with an overwhelming combination of pleasant and painful sensations that were shorting out her brain and making it spark and smoke and sputter, almost as incoherently as the drivel of noises she was trying to make around Channah’s big tongue.

“Awww… poor sweetie….”  Channah murmured around Penny’s mouth.  As the undisputed and emphatic dominant in their relationship, she could speak—or allow her toy to speak—whenever she wanted.  After all, she was literally, as well as metaphorically, on top; it was her weight pinning her smaller lover down; her hands and feet were her own, whereas Penny’s were tightly chained above her head, her ankles only a few inches from her wrists, her legs framing her face and breasts; and even Channah’s head was free to move and twist, unlike Penny’s, which was trapped between Channah’s hungry teeth and the hard stone lounge chair where Channah was taking—well, whatever she wanted—from Penny, with Penny’s eager compliance.  “Are mommy’s hands—” she curled her fingers to drive her fingernails into Penny’s haunches, instantly making Penny’s noises rise at least an octave and the helpless movement of Penny’s hands and feet and body accelerate.  “Huwting wittle baby?” she asked with faux sympathy.

“Yes, Domina,” Penny cried when Channah eased the pressure on her lips enough to allow her to do so.

“Are you asking me to stop my rough play with you, baby?” she asked.  They continued speaking between intense kisses, as Channah decided and permitted.

“No!  No Master!  Please, Domina, I want you to do whatever you want with me!  Use me—” She crushed her mouth down on Penny’s again, choking off her pitiful surrender.

“But it is hurting, and you—being a soft little baby sissy wimp, don’t like to be hurt, do you?”

“No, Domina, except that—that I want to please you even more!”

“Oh please, stop it!” she chortled.  “Do you or do you not enjoy being hurt?”

“I—I’m sensitive—”

“Oh, sensitive!” She whooped with laughter.  “Weak, you mean!  But that’s okay,” she continued slyly, the sudden change in mood a screaming red flag Penny had seen coming even before she raised it.  “Poor baby, Mommy’s going to give your little bot-bot a break.”  Drawing her hands back and slapping as hard as she could in the limited space under Penny’s buttocks (which, in Penny’s tender condition, was more than enough to elicit a howl muffled under Channah’s giggle), she ran her hands up Penny’s side, tickling and teasing her.  Channah loved how she responded:  Because she was so responsive, it made her helpless-slut-hyper-responsive to soft touches, just as it made her easily reducible to blubbering tears by hard blows that tougher men could take stoically).

Then Channah shifted her hands to Penny’s legs, trailing them lightly up towards her delicate ankles, laughing to see Penny brace herself and wriggle a bit more and squeak around Channah’s tongue, knowing instantly where her hands were going but unable to do anything to stop it.  Without breaking her aggressive kiss or interrupting her rhythm, Channah laid her arms back on Penny’s legs and her hands on those ever-sensitive soles, tickling them again.

“Fallen one, the way you move when I tickle you—you’re shaking and jiggling me like an earthquake!”  And realizing she was going to finish before she had expected, she applied the twister to Penny’s lowest little organs without letting up or showing any mercy to her feet, knowing Penny was starting to soften from the overwhelming combination of sensations.  The poor girl was thrashing and flailing and sweating and laughing-not-laughing, wailing around Channah’s tongue, her eyes tightly shut with the tension in her face, mirroring the tension in her body as the relentless tickling and kissing and gagging and stuffing and the radiating heat from her bottom bouncing and scraping on the stone lounge all combined to overcome her control and rout any last semblance of presence of mind she might have had. 

As Channah broke their kiss to roar and bellow her conqueror’s cry of victory, the removal of her tongue and lips allowed Penny’s passion to find its voice.  Which at this point, had been reduced to a raspy, sobbing, crying, grunting, pleading, wailing gibberish of semi-coherent begging and protesting.  Penny’s weak and pathetic harmony was almost an octave higher than Channah’s gruff melody.  Even as Channah finished, Penny did too.  Penny’s face was etched with the intensity of the pleasure and discomfort she was experiencing simultaneously, as her sounds edged towards a hopeless, exhausted sobbing.

Sniffing to confirm her immediate impression, Channah cruelly taunted Penny:  “Oh, sweetie!  You’re having your first bladder-and-prostate experience, aren’t you?  Oh-ho-ho, how does it feel baby darling?”

“It’s awful,” Penny yowled miserably.  “I don’t even understand what’s happening in my body or what I’m feeling….” She sobbed and moaned in confession, while Channah was laughing so hard she let her arms and legs go to rubber and collapsed onto Penny.

Literature Section “07-28[X] Penetrating Intimacy”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 28 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 963 words::Explicit 1079 words—Accompanying Images:  2131-2134—Published 2025-07-28—©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.


2127 07-27 They ALL knew better, bitch.  Now crawl to me
2128 07-27 If I grew a hundred gardens like this they couldn’t express how much I love my Domina
2129 07-27 It was too late for you the second we met.  Just shut up and crawl
2130 07-27 I waited and wished for you all my life

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

Explicit version containing sodomy, analpenetration, prostatestimulation, bullying, punishment, overpowering, consensualnonconsent, and chastity themes at 07-27X The Predatory-Missionary Position at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

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 has been testing Penny by pushing her limits, and been pleased with her compliance and responsiveness.  NOW:

“Here, put it in your mouth,” Channah said, offering him the sweet.  “Don’t swallow it, just suck it, it’s sweet and minty so I can kiss you again.”

Penny accepted it, concentrating on it and asking:  “What is it, Domina?”

“Persian rock candy.  Basically, sugar, infused with… well, anything I suppose,” she shrugged.  “I always keep a few wintergreen ones around.”  Then she dabbed a clean corner of the rag in the canteen mouth and used it to scrub Penny’s face, leaving it clean, and marginally-minty.  “There’s my sweet baby back,” she whispered, putting her right arm around Penny’s neck and pulling her head forward for a slow, lingering, gentle kiss, her right hip pressing against Penny and the connection between them seeming to crackle with electricity where her side rested against Penny.

The kiss was sweet, romantic, and divine; and it seemed to have a life of its own, drawing them each in more deeply the longer they were connected.  And Channah’s mouth was tender with her abused girl, using her lips and only the tip of her long tongue for an occasional flicker of contact with Penny’s mouth and tongue.  They both seemed to realize at the same moment that they were both humming, opening their eyes simultaneously to look at one another from an inch apart, and giggle like schoolgirls, before slipping into another comfortable, silent intimacy.

“Uh-oh,” Channah twittered, shifting her body slightly to the right so Penny could feel it against the bottom of her thigh.  Then she whispered:  “I seem to have a not-so-slight problem, again.  And you know what that means, don’t you, honey?” 

“Yes, Mistress,” she confessed, hanging her head.  “And I have a problem, too, Domina,” she whispered, pinkening, looking down at Channah’s breasts, too shy to meet Channah’s eyes.

“Awwwwwww…” Channah’s face turned mock-sad as she pulled back and tipped her head to one side.  “Isn’t it sweet we can share our problems with one another?”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny agreed compliantly.

“Yes, indeed,” she agreed, reaching into her bag for her jar and applying its contents.  Don’t be nervous, darling.  Oh, who am I kidding?  I love that you’re nervous, Puddin’.  As someone as soft as you, ought to be.  Such a sweet, vulnerable, defenseless girl…” she leaned back in for another protracted kiss with her helpless but responsive bride.  “Are you uncomfortable, sweetie?  All… bunched up like that, with your ankles and wrists bound over your head?”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny confessed mournfully.

“Aren’t you going to whine and beg and plead for me to let you loose?”

“You warned us to be grateful and show you how much we melt for you, Domina.  And it’s true!  I swear, I am grateful—I’ll continue working on focusing on that.”  Then she frowned.  “Why, do—do you want me to, Domina?”

“Goodness no,” she laughed as if the notion were absurd.  “I want to know you’re obeying the orders I’ve already given you, of course!” she scoffed.  Then she gasped, standing up beside the lounge, lifting up on Penny’s bottom with relish and drinking down her resulting discomfort, before sliding the covered pillow up under Penny’s backside, and ooching that delectable backside back up against the lounge, so one corner of the pillow touched Penny’s lower spine.  “But, actually… if you don’t mind…” she growled, kneeling on the widest part of the covered pillow, the tops of her thighs pressing sensually up on the outsides of Penny’s pink hips, dropping her hands to Penny’s red bottom, she looked up innocently at Penny and moued:  “I do have a favorite fantasy.  And nobody’s ever given it to me.  Will you, missy?”

“Yes—” Penny swallowed, reflecting her mix of emotions perfectly:  Fear, of what outrageous act or submission she would demand, an excitement she couldn’t quite convince herself to get rid of, and her most attractive quality, her deep-seated desire to please others—especially Channah.  “Yes, Mistress, if I can, I would love to make you happy, Domina,” she answered.  A good answer—especially because it was an honest one.  “What—what did you have in mind, Domina?” she asked timidly.

Laughing, she pre-loosened her girl with her fingers, really enjoying the way it made Penny flinch and grunt while she obediently and helplessly remained trapped by Channah’s gaze… and bonds… and greater physical strength… and force of will.  Their thoughts touched and flirted with each other’s in a profound intimacy, and Channah whispered:  “When I begin,.…” she shuffled forward on her knees, pressing herself against Penny, loving how her girl whimpered and clenched and melted all at once at the first touch, “… I want you to beg me to go gentle with you.”

“Yes Domina,” she breathed, starting to pant.  “Will you, Domina?”

“Hell no,” she assured her, starting to push forward.


“Please!” Penny yelped, most genuinely and satisfactorily, “Please be gentle with me, Mistress!”

“I’ll do whatever I like with you, slut,” she answered roughly, sneering at Penny, neither of them able to break the gaze that locked them together.  Penny’s breathing grew shallower and she started to make soft little grunting noises, each grunt faster, and higher in pitch, than the last, arching her back involuntarily and biting her lip as Channah moved, faster and faster. 

“Yes, of course, Mistress!”  Penny consented and wailed, flinching with all the pains she was feeling. 

And, unable to contain herself, her hands roughly grasping Penny’s scarlet buttocks; her shoulders forcing back Penny’s knees, she hissed:  “Shut the fuck up and kiss me, bitch,” as she crushed her lips against her wife, mouths wide open, the succubus’s tongue aggressive and penetrating, while all the helpless, uncomfortable, bound, ordinary girl could possibly do was accommodate and obey and get vulnerably turned on about how badly her masterful lover was treating her.

Literature Section “07-27[X] The Predatory-Missionary Position”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 27 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 968 words::Explicit 1036 words—Accompanying Images:  2127-2130—Published 2025-07-27—©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.

2066 07-18 Gloating at Cavalry
2067 07-18 Mocking Faith
2068 07-18 Angel in a wilderness of demons
2069 07-18 When two wrongs make it wrong enough

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

Explicit version containing cruelty and graphic description themes at 07-18X The Reluctant Penitent at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise.  After sharing an extreme, intense, intimate scene together in the garden gazebo that made them feel closer than ever, Chastity infuriated Channah by balking at one of her requests.  NOW:

“Dry off and come here!” she barked, snapping her fingers to emphasize her urgency, and collecting Chastity’s bonds from where she had dropped them.  “If Penny’s been able to get away wi—if I’ve been gullible enough—it’s the spell.  It has to be the damn spell.”  As soon as she had Chastity in front of her, she stopped thinking aloud, spun her around, and rebound her arms behind her back.  Squatting down, she reattached Chastity’s leg cuffs and used two lengths of chain in series to hobble Chastity without immobilizing her, stopping suddenly midway through standing back up to check her box, causing Chastity’s stomach to lurch again, stricken that she had lost her Domina’s trust to such an extent.

As soon as she was done, she took Chastity by the arm and began marching quicktime towards the house, half-leading and half-dragging Chastity, who whimpered and gasped desperately as she shuffled her feet as quickly as possible so as to keep up with Channah.  Over and over she almost tripped over herself as she was hustled at a speed much higher than she could manage in her condition.  She whimpered when she couldn’t help herself; but made every effort to remain quiet.  When they finally reached the house, Channah led her back to the wedding gift boxes and turned her around with her back to the boxes. 

In dead silence, she searched through the boxes to find whatever it was she was looking for, if indeed she had a specific objective.  At one point, Chastity could hear her moving further into the room holding the wedding gifts, over by the cliff front where Chastity had seen a line of armoires and dressers, opening and closing drawers and doors.  Finally returning and standing behind Chastity, she began by gagging her.  “I hope this is uncomfortable,” she growled, an undernote of fury still in her voice despite its civilized, calm veneer.  “This will be for our benefit and amusement of course—Penny’s and mine—because your senses will be magically blocked.”  And when Chastity immediately started breathing faster, she added:  “Don’t worry, I won’t take your sense of touch or your internal awareness.  I assure you, taking away your sense of touch is the very last thing I’d do. I can promise that whatever misery you are suffering, Penny will be experiencing five or ten times as much to test that her loyalty and devotion are sincere.”  Chastity made a mournful sound that was interrupted to express pain when Channah began slipping a hair shirt over her.

“As a Christian, I’m sure you’ll be happy to know that this is an authentic camel-hair hair-shirt, that we have done everything possible to match the exact kind used in Judea during Biblical times.”  Chastity started grunting in surprise as the hair shirt, essentially a long, narrow blanket with a hole in the middle for the wearer’s head and neck, covered with stiff bristles that poked and scratched the wearer, slipped over her shoulders, under her bound arms, and was belted in place.  “If you haven’t noticed, all of my toys are the very most-authentic.  I will not tolerate lackadaisical efforts or shoddy quality from anyone!”  From the second the hair-shirt was in place, Chastity felt miserable and moving made it even worse.  “What could be more appropriate for your penance?

Channah walked her over toward the line of armoires next to a sturdy, heavy metal one, with heavy latches and locks on the outside and a grill to allow air to circulate through it.  Chastity started shaking her head and whining as Channah opened the doors and, using one hand on Chas’s head and the other on her chest, pushed her in.  The armoire was too short to stand in, and too narrow to lie down in.  Seated in the armoire, Chastity started sobbing as Channah blindfolded her and swung her legs up into the confined space.  “Oh, stop whimpering like a baby and be grateful you’re so petite.  Imagine how uncomfortable this cabinet is for big, burly men—real men—like most of my lovers, instead of a skinny little shrimp like you!  You’re lucky!”

The last thing she heard, saw, smelled or tasted before Channah added the earplugs was Channah snarling:  “There!  Say 1,000 Hail Lilliths and see if you can’t work out a way to screw yourself with that tiny little cock!”  And she felt, rather than heard or saw, the door being slammed shut on her.

Penny was awakened—or at least, came to full awareness—lying on her side in Channah’s big, soft bed, with her head on her Domina’s big, soft pillow; a share of her Domina’s weight gently coming to rest on the side of her face, and the sweet smell of her skin filling her nostrils.  As she blinked her eyes open, instinctively covering her eyes with her hand to give her eyes a chance to adjust, she realized that the Sun was up.  But it wasn’t actually too bright; just a shade brighter than twilight.  She also sorted out, with a surge of excitement, that her Domina must have pulled her thronelike chair up to the side of the bed and was sitting in it now, with her feet tickling Penny’s face.  Her gorgeously perfect, juicy round toes, the ones it was obvious to both of them Penny had a thing for, filled Penny’s sight.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Channah said, trying to sound cheerful.  Penny, who had been disconcerted wondering if it were morning or night, was grateful for the information.

“Ap!” and when Penny tried to move she pushed her feet further forward so they were resting on Penny’s face, left foot on her eyes, right foot on her nose and mouth, making it clear she wanted Penny to stay where she was.

“Mistress, mmm… yes…. I just—I just—”

“What?” she asked sharply, and Penny, knowing something was displeasing her, gushed hurriedly:

“I desperately need to—my bladder!”

She laughed, not nicely, pushing and pulling her feet over Penny’s face, sounding pleased when she felt Penny’s lips puckering to kiss her right foot.  “Are you sure it’s so urgent?”

“Oh yes Mistress—I must have slept—”

“Sixteen… eighteen… maybe even twenty hours?” Penny groaned.  “Domina, even if was sixteen hours—PLEASE!”

Literature Section “07-18[X] The Reluctant Penitent”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 18 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1051 words::Explicit 1119 words—Accompanying Images:  2066-2069—Published 2025-07-18—©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.

1820 06-95 A Bond So Intense You Feel an Outsider
1821 06-95 Channah and her loving babygirl
1822 06-95 Channah with her sweet little adoring jariya girl
1823 06-95 Channah over her weak pussywhipped slave

Explicit version containing CBT, masturbation, chastity, rape-fantasy themes at 06-95X Edgeplay:  Channah Teases Penny Toward a Hot Mess at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  After using Penny, as she continues to tease the helpless girl, she explains how her Manipura Chain will reveal Penny’s true and desired form when Penny gives herself fully and unconditionally to Channah.  NOW:

Humming, Channah swung her hip off Penny so she was kneeling beside the girl, trapping her right thigh between Channah’s right thigh and calf.  With her left hand, effortlessly, she took and held both of Penny’s wrists, giggling at the way doing so made Penny twitch.  Feigning a round “O” of surprise as her eyes bored into Penny’s, with her right hand, she startled Penny by freeing her, making the weaker girl shudder, her breathing turning into a raspy, panting wheeze as she flowered into her full, if modest, bloom.

 “Don’t you want to be everything you can be?”  Channah asked, fascinated by Penny’s expression of longing, desperation, panic, and total vulnerability, watching how her eyes focused on Channah’s hand, settling over Penny’s lower torso, so close—so close—using her fingers to raise goosebumps on Penny’s skin.  “Don’t you want to be the very best girl for me you can?”  Channah asked, nodding suggestively.  And Penny found herself nodding dumbly in response, her entire body twitching up and down with every single beat of her heart.

With a mock gasp of surprise, Channah swung her hip back across Penny, using her right hand to adjust her skirts, her left hand continuing to secure both of Penny’s wrists.  She barely breathed, almost reverently:  “You were built to obey and to please, darling.  Or I think from now on, is it okay if I call you ‘Pleaser’?  Yeah, that’s a good girl.  There…” she hissed.  “I’m sitting a bit further forward so it’s more comfortable for you.”  Penny groaned raggedly, feeling the soft, reassuring touch of Channah’s warm skin on her hips, electrifying every single nerve-ending as the dominant succubus stifled another smile.  “Don’t you dare ruin this incredible moment with any selfishness, do you understand me, Pleaser?”

Penny nodded frantically, not trusting herself to speak.

“Oh dear,” she made an expression of mock-surprise and -concern, tugging on her lip with her fingertip as if thinking.  “I forgot.  You’re totally pathetic bully-fodder, aren’t you, darling?  By chastising and humiliating you, I don’t cool you down, I just push you closer, don’t I, you little freak?”  And when Penny didn’t answer, she rose up again and frowned her best mean face.  “Answer me!  With the truth!”

And Penny knew what that was.  Especially now, in this moment, she could not doubt it or deny it, who and what she was and had always been.  “Yes Domina, yes!” she confessed shamefully, shivering with the intensity and depth of the reaction Channah was able to elicit from her.

Channah shook her head in wonder that was only half an act, and was half a genuine marvel at how perfectly—for succubaean purposes—human biological males were made.  But she was snickering with unconflicted amusement at Penny’s plight and confusion. 

“You know I’m more perfect for you than any human woman on the planet, don’t you?”  Penny nodded frantically, not sure what, or even sure she cared what, she was agreeing to, because her mind was so jumbled and filled with the noise of her own arousal and the fear of Channah teaching her more about who she might be, what depths she might sink to.  And maybe because it didn’t matter:  after all, Channah was right, of course she was always right, and Penny… Penny belonged to her so deeply and utterly, her succubaean will thoroughly overcame and occupied Penny’s human one.  “The nature of a succubus is to be a perfect companion to human men, just like the nature of an incubus is to be a perfect companion to human women.  Because our purpose is to be your seductive predators, and humans are our sole prey. ” Channah confided sincerely, as if that were an obvious reason for humans to hang out with demons.  All the time, she kept swaying as if she were slow-dancing with Penny, not hard enough to finish, but not too soft to keep Penny’s attention, twitching in time with her pulse.  “By becoming your perfect companions, we ensure we are your perfect predators.  But you’re the lucky ones, Penny.  You, and Chas, and all my jawari… perfect as I am for you, I don’t want to prey on you.”  She shook her head, beaming down in sweet assurance at Penny.  “Because you’re my operatives.  My confidantes.  And you and Chas are even more than that… you’re my wives.  Do you know how special that is?” 

Penny nodded frantically.  She, and then Channah in response, moaned at the intimacy of that and Channah swooped down to plumb and loot Penny’s sweet mouth, even the vibrations of the sound made by their shared moans another chain of love and desire connecting them.  By leaning forward, Channah caused her hips to roll forward, pressing against Penny’s belly, a warm, soothing cataplasm.  A whine crept back into Penny’s panting breath at how touching her higher up took Channah’s body away from her further below.  Keeping her legs raised, Penny pathetically tried to reconnect everywhere.  She knew Channah was right when she laughed throatily, raising her hips higher as she smashed her lips down even harder:  “Hunh-unh baby.  Me first.  Me always.  Me only.  You’re out of your own control now, aren’t you, lovergirl?”  Penny nodded, unwilling to break contact with her mouth or miss a second of her possessing, dominating lips and tongue.  “That’s why you need mine.  Don’t you?”  Penny nodded again, sounding like nothing more than a whining dog overcome with a need only her master could satisfy.  “You’re lucky!  No human woman could be even close to what I am because she has so many conflicting responsibilities and priorities—mmm” Channah put her hand back on Penny’s neck with totally possessory intent, practically devouring Penny, Penny so deep under she welcomed every assault Channah was willing to visit upon her, the harder and more-invasive the better.  “Making new lives.”  Penny was in such an ecstatic, frantic, senseless space Channah could have discussed botany or politics and Penny would remain totally enthralled.  “Raising children.”  She was out of her weak little mind, nothing but a sponge for her Master’s more forceful one.  “Gathering food.”  Biting and pulling on Penny’s lower lip.  “Preparing for winter.”  Her right hand slid up Penny’s cheek to seize her hair possessively.  “Weaving and washing.”  And she wrenched Penny’s hair down, shifting her weight to her left hand to emphasize Penny’s meek submission and imprisonment.  “Keeping her home fire burning.”  She used the leverage on Penny’s hair to force her chin up further whilst keeping her lips against Penny’s mouth.  “And only on top of all that, at the end of such a long day, satisfying her man.”  She jerked Penny’s hair to one side, turning her head as she dragged her lips across Penny’s cheek to whisper in and nibble on her ear, her warm, moist breath electrifying Penny straight down into the center of her captive brain.  “I only have one purpose, one need.  To make men serve my every other.”  She snorted and clarified:  “Men and boys and little girls like you, Pleaser.”

“So here’s the point, missy.”  She rose back up, Penny whining with need and loss as she did so, continuing to hold Penny’s wrists in her left hand and Penny’s hair in her right hand so they could both enjoy their natural positions as captor and captive.  She slowly, gently, carefully rolled her hips back again, knowing how close to the edge they were, even without Penny’s many overt signs of desperation.  “I refuse to take you now, Penny.  If that’s what you’re looking for, playing out some little consensual-nonconsent fantasy of yours, we can just stop, because this isn’t about you.”  She stopped moving and even pushing down on Penny for several beats, shrugging to demonstrate how easy it was for her; how unmoved and in control she could be; how much stronger her will was than Penny’s.  “I let you watch me, and worship me, and I’ve even laid my hands on you before.  The next stage—if and when you’re ready for seriously committing to me and opening yourself to me, the way I’m ready to do both for you—is about consummating our marriage.  Real men, and even most jawari, want that intimacy.  You know, the way weak girls want it and enjoy it most, the way that only a succubus like me can give to you.  Not to mention the closeness that only comes with being my wife.”

“For real intimacy, Penny,” she leaned closer, closing her eyes and softly kissing and rubbing her face all over Penny’s, the sweetness and innocence at direct odds with her grip on Penny’s wrists and hair, laughing as Penny began helplessly trying to reach her again. “For real intimacy, we both have to be there, together, wanting it.  Wanting one another.”  She pulled back slightly, her eyes innocent and wide, batting them.  “So tell me, darling girl, what do you want?”

“You, Domina,” she squealed desperately, making Channah laugh with pleasure.  “Only you.  Totally you.”

Literature Section “06-95[X] Edgeplay:  Channah Teases Penny Toward a Hot Mess”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 95 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1509 words::Explicit 1646 words—Accompanying Images:  1820-1823—Published 2025-05-19—©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.


1816 06-94 The sacred, the profane, and the damned
1817 06-94 This is your bible now.  And I am your priest
1818 06-94 The Succubaean Bible is your training manual now, bitch
1819 06-94 Penny practices what she’s been taught

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PREVIOUSLY:  After teasing and using Penny, Channah began explaining the succubae’s view of chakras and the functions served by the magical bonds she has locked onto (and into) Penny’s body.  Then she finally started to drop the other high-heeled shoe on Penny’s head.  NOW:

“I love you.  I want you, the you that you want to be.”  She shrugged.  “If that’s a big, gorilla-like, hairy he-man, that’s who I want you to be, and that’s what you’ll become when you truly, deeply, willingly surrender yourself to me!  But if you’re sincerely a woman… I mean, I know, you must know, we nurtured your interest in being a girl all along, but it was only for you, because we sensed the powerful feminine energy in you.  Doing that, while the rest of the world nurures your masculine side, gives you real choice so you can freely decide, having lived as both a boy and a girl.  But I’m confident it was the right thing to do, because you were so obviously meant to be a girl.  That first time Chas confessed to you…” she giggled, Penny’s mind reeling at the idea Chas had shared their most-private conversations with the Court, and the succubae had known the things that had passed between them, for so long.

“Oh, I don’t want to get rid of anything you value.  I love all the parts of you that you love.  And believe me, we know what parts you love and how much you adore them.  The parts of you that you can hardly take your hands off.”  She giggled as Penny’s expression changed.  “So… vulnerable.  So… easy and urgent and ardent.  And now, mean Auntie Channah has taken away your ability to play all those little games you and her like to play with one another…”.

Penny’s face was positively incandescent, the asymmetry in knowledge between her and her masters so pronounced it took her to a whole new level of vulnerability and she wished there were somewhere, anywhere she could crawl away in and hide. 

But Channah continued, only her obvious amusement betraying her awareness of Penny’s intense embarrassment.  “It would be a crime to get rid of an important part of what makes you so…” the palms of her hands were warm, sliding across Penny’s chest, her shoulders and upper arms, and even her neck, combining reassurance and gentleness with their counterpoints of control and even bullying.  When her fingers passed over Penny’s nipples, they might pinch.  Or after a particularly thrilling run up Penny’s side, they might slap.  And when she worked Penny’s neck… she wasn’t just stroking Penny’s neck, she was pushing Penny’s chin up.  So gently at first, that Penny didn’t even recognize what was happening.  Then, it became a pleasant, masterful manipulation making her feel a warm, giddy vulnerability, being was in Channah’s hands.  Only finally, at the end, did her manipulations become so forceful they made Penny understand Channah would push her chin up as hard as she wanted to, whether Penny was okay with it or not.  The odd combination of reassurance and dominance was deliberately provocative, testing Penny and demanding she override her instinct to resist or beg off to instead go along with Channah’s will.  Demanding she see that she wanted to.  And Penny did go along with her, of course, blushing at the demonstration of her natural submissiveness to Channah, as her neck cramped and her clitty twitched traitorously from the discomfort and passivity Channah required of her.  Was Channah right about Penny?

But Penny decided she knew this answer from experience already, maybe from the first time she had been in Channah’s presence, and felt her power:  Channah was always right.  Channah had lived a hundred times longer than Penny.  What could there be she hadn’t seen, experienced, lived through, learned about?  Of course, she saw Penny’s heart more clearly—and much earlier—than Penny herself, could.  Doubtless it was easier to see for Channah, too, because she relished what she saw; whereas for Penny… Channah was showing her she was not who she had thought she wanted to be.  Certainly not what society and the church wanted her to be.

“You’re so pliant.  And you know how much pliant girls turn me on.”  Channah dove down upon Penny again, her raptor’s teeth nipping at Penny’s lip just enough to shock, her arms seizing Penny’s wrists, using them for support and more-than-incidentally pinning her down, grinding down into Penny’s as she closed her mouth over Penny’s again and returned her demon’s tongue into Penny’s compliant mouth.  Penny moaned softly and Channah felt her naked truth, the truth confessed by her unshielded body, with no mistake:  Being kissed so forcefully made her little submissive girl melt again.  Channah felt Penny’s hips and clitty start to twitch underneath her, not with resistance, but with desperation.  She felt her girl’s knees and feet coming up along the sides of Channah’s hips and legs like a lover welcoming her master into her body, but too timidly to circle around her master’s legs and ass without permission.  She felt the girl’s arms go limp under the silent mandate of Channah’s hands.

Laughing fitfully and talking sporadically as she continued to make out with Penny, whose breathing was becoming ragged, Channah continued:  “I know, I know… boys, and girls with little clitties like yours, turn me on.  Succubae are built to enjoy you, and to make you respond to us the way we want you to.  But I especially like pliant girls.  More than anybody.”  She emphasized her point with a shivery wiggle of her hips.  “And I can—tell you especially like me.”

She whispered in Penny’s other ear, brushing her lips against it as she spoke:  “Don’t you want boobies, baby?  And—you pervert—dainty soft little feet?  And hips—I know you’d like to have wide, sexy hips and a thick juicy stern that you can lust after in your own mirror.  Don’t you?  Don’t you?”  She laughed especially hard, catching sight of the surprise and trapped look in Penny’s eyes.  “Or wait.  You want to be a girl, but you don’t actually like girls—is that it?” She raised her head, pursing her lips to massage the moisture from their kisses into the rim of her mouth, looking at him questioningly.

“Yes—no—I mean, I like girls, Domina,” Penny managed hoarsely, her mind struggling and halting in its efforts to think, unsure how much she meant she was attracted to women’s breasts, how much she wanted to please her Domina, and how much she just hoped to make the conversation move on to something less dangerous and confusing.  She was feeling all three of them, truly.  But the part she couldn’t help blurting out was:  “And—and I especially like you, Domina.  I—I truly love you,” she whispered.

“Awwwww….” And this earned Penny Channah’s full attention for several minutes before she broke their kiss and spoke again:  “And I especially like girls like you,” Channah agreed, trailing off, eyes unfocused but pointed at her hands and fingers, which were suddenly stroking Penny’s chest and rubbing Penny’s nipples.  “I want you to have boobies I can suck on.”  Penny gasped as Channah’s sultry eyes rose and met hers, defying her to look away.  “And a big round sissy bottom that jumps and wiggles like a pert girl when I slap it.”  Penny practically started hyperventilating as Channah slappic.  “And, and…” a long pause followed as they kissed, nothing other than moans—in Penny’s case, verging on whines, especially when Channah used her knees and legs to force Penny’s higher and wider.  “I—” even Channah was gasping now “—I want you to fill out a dress to your full potential.  You’re so pretty, Penny.  Mmm… If you had the hips and the bust to fill out your dresses completely…” she flicked her tongue obscenely and made a noise that almost sounded like a wolf’s bark, while Penny felt herself melting like bright pink strawberry snow.

Literature Section “06-94[X] What Channah Wants, Channah Gets”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 94 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1298 words::Explicit 1322 words—Accompanying Images:  1816-1819—Published 2025-05-18—©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.

1809 06-92 Channah acts surprised Penny feels violated
1813 06-92 Penance’s Manipura ring (pre-grafting)
1810 06-92 Penny may not be able to sleep tonight
1811 06-92 … Make that a week…
1812 06-92 In fact, Penny may never sleep again…

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.  NOW:

“What I want now is your full-fledged participation.  I love you, honey, and I’d really like to fuck you.  But if you’re not ready, that’s okay.  I’m never going to force you again.  Unless you beg first,” she amended flirtatiously.  “If you’re not interested in loving me, I can exclusively take my pleasures elsewhere.”  She shrugged, looking disappointed, and started to lift off Penny, watching curiously at the intense emotions overwhelming the girl, washing and flashing across her eyes.

“NO!  No, no, Domina, I realized—I swore—in that place—I’m yours.  I love you, I’m yours,” she clarified emphatically, reaching to take Channah’s hand urgently, pleadingly, and kiss her knuckles with her eyes closed in passion.  It was the first active motion she had made since being ordered to show passivity towards Channah.

“Aww… that’s sweet,” Channah conceded, meaning it, and settling back down on top of her, their bare flesh sparking with electricity as Channah pretended to rearrange herself, letting them feel one another sliding against each other, separated only by the cruel barrier securing Penny.  She frowned curiously, as if she was confused.  “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Domina.  Yes, ma’am, I’m sure.  I’m sure!”

“But…” she raised her finger to her chin, looking into space thoughtfully, then sharply looked back down.  She was making fun of Penny, and Penny felt the heat in her face.  “But… I thought you knew what I wanted.”

“I do.  I do, Domina!”

With a twitch of the lip revealing the fun she was having, she leaned down again, resting her elbows on Penny’s shoulders and folding her arms, looking straight down into the submissive girl’s eyes.  “What’s that?” 

“what, Domina?” Penny asked in a small voice.

“It’s not a difficult question, darling girl.  What. Do. I.  Want?  I just want to make sure you understand.  Because this time, it will be about your thorough and enthusiastic participation.”

“My—” Penny’s face went red, her eyes popped, and her voice turned into a squeak.  “What?”

Channah kept her lips pressed together but laughed merrily behind them, in the worst attempt ever to conceal mirth.  Finally she rolled her eyes and gave up, sounding positively delirious.  “Penny, my love, I’ve never seen such a face before!  Regretfully, while I appreciate your efforts, it doesn’t seem like you’re serious about wanting what I want.”

“I am, Domina, I swear!  I want you to get what you want!”

She snorted, turning up her nose.  “Not quite the same thing, is it, muffin?  And certainly not enough for me.  I’m not bargaining with you, I’m explaining how it is.  Drawing a line in the sand.  No more half-measures, sweetie.  No more pretending to be a damsel in distress while I play the bad girl.”  She shrugged, sitting up and rolling Penny’s nipples between her fingers.  “Unless, that is, you’ve already convinced me you really, desperately want me to be your bad girl, and you to be my sweet little damsel in distress.”  Penny drew a sharp breath, as startled as she pretended to be confused and fascinated.  “Well, I love to act and to play games.  You know that.  But with my wife, I want more.  I want to know you’re really with me.  That you like appeasing me.  Is that so unreasonable, for a Domina to want that from her housegift?” she asked, with wide-open innocent eyes.

“No,” Penny croaked, “Of—of course not, Domina.”

She smirked, tickling Penny’s nipples.  “You showed your true colors already, under me in the satanikoklus, didn’t you babygirl?”  She laughed, and laughed even harder at Penny’s mortification to be reminded of how submissive she had been for Channah.  “Look at you.  You’ve been waiting for me your entire life, haven’t you?  While trying to pretend you weren’t.  This time, I won’t shoulder that burden for you.  Playing is one thing.  Hypocrisy and denial are another.  This time, I can’t have either of us experiencing any doubt about whether we’re playing together, as a couple, or if I’m being some… beast,” she pouted, her fingers tracing Penny’s chest.  “I need to know, and even more… you need to know, sugar pie.  Well, to admit it.”  She looked off towards one side, speaking too casually:  “This isn’t just about my insecurity, or a wife making her Domina feel loved, you know.  The magic simply won’t work unless you’re totally sincere.”

“The… magic?”

“In all the excitement and being overwhelmed, you haven’t even noticed it yet, have you, my sweet little cherry?”

“Noticed what?” Penny asked, hoarse again, eyes darting and scanning.  Channah raised a finger and circled it in the air, like a hawk circling and watching for potential prey, the circles getting smaller as she brought it down over Penny’s torso, continuing to tighten in until her finger pressed on Penny’s navel.

“Is your belly-button a little sore, darling?”

“What—yes!  My whole tummy but I thought—” she exclaimed in surprise, raising her head to look down at her stomach, feeling disoriented, almost a touch queasy, at more evidence of how thoroughly she had been separated from her body, from the world, from reality itself.  A tiny ruby fruit, round like an apple, but with distinctive gold prongs ringing one end like a crown, glittered in a gold setting, pinned to her body with two gold piercings, one in the center of her navel, and the other in the flat skin immediately above the edge of her navel.

“The ring—more of a wire, really—stretches down into your tummy and anchors it around your intestines and spine.”  Penny gasped in a fascinated horror at the idea, and at the idea of the ring penetrating her—if it had even been her, when she was, well, gone.  Horrified at being penetrated at all, freaked out about the penetration being so deep, and especially feeling uneasy that such a thing could have occurred without her knowledge.  “Anchoring it to your spirit there.”

“What—what is it, Domina?” Penny asked fearfully.

“It’s your Manipura ring.  Of course,” she shrugged, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “Stuffy old swamis and yogis would quibble with our understanding and usage of the chakras and related concepts.  But how would any of them know more than us about succubaean magic?  Or where to seize and pin down parts of the souls of humans?”  The answer—to Channah, but certainly not Penny, who had no idea what she was talking about—was obvious:  “They wouldn’t.  Do you recognize it?” she asked curiously, with a mischievous smirk.

Penny, staring at it, made the connection and recognized it.  “It’s—it’s the same thing, the fruit, on the paddle—a medlar!”

“Very good, child!  But describe it accurately.  My paddle, acknowledging my ownership,” she corrected.  “Or recognizing your chattel status, your paddle.  Either one is acceptable, but not merely ‘the’ paddle.”

“Your paddle, Domina,” Penny corrected herself, red-faced.

Literature Section “06-92 Channah Demands More Penance”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 92 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1154 words—Accompanying Images:  1809-1813—Published 2025-05-16—©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.

1806 06-91 I’m NOT ignoring your misery.  I fucking love it!
1807 06-91 Make that sad face and noise again for me, bitch!
1808 06-91 Why torture YOURSELF?  That’s MY job

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PREVIOUSLY:  Channah is passionately and aggressively dominating and making out with Penny.  NOW:

The weaker girl was going nowhere without Channah’s permission, her body overwhelmed almost as fully as her mind, neither of them capable of offering Channah anything resembling resistance—only compliance and cooperation.

“Mm…”. Channah slid her lips across Penny’s cheek and growled in her ear, “Feel how desperate you are.  You’re a bit of a slut, aren’t you?”

“Oh yes.  Yes I am, Master!  Domina!”  Penny cried, and then almost screamed:  “Please free me Mistress, I can’t stand it!”

She just giggled, her hips moving faster and faster while Penny remained frustrated.  If it had been an ordinary item of such elaborate jewelry, she couldn’t possibly have used it this way.  Even the finest jeweler in the world could hardly smooth every edge and facet of each stone and the gold metal joining them, perfectly enough to feel this good.  But her metalsmith was so connected with her media she might have done, even without the thin layer of clear ceramic or glass she had used to finish the piece, making it a smooth and perfect whole instead of multiple different components held together with settings and cement.

“Who do you belong to?”  Channah demanded bitchily, smirking.

“Yours!  Of course, yours, Domina! Ha-ha-haaugh!”  the last of it was not laughter, but something much closer to a desperate crying that made Channah even hotter. 

“I’m sorry, what were you asking me about?  I can’t remember,” Channah’s lips tightened and struggled to remain sealed over Penny’s when she was smiling this widely, but Penny didn’t seem to mind any more than her Domina, who was moving at a jackhammer pace, a low animal sound beginning in the back of her throat.

“PLEASE let me out, Domina!” Penny wailed around Channah’s lips when Channah darted her head down to nip her ear. 

“nehhh-verrr,” she whispered softly in the same ear, pushing down on the girl’s pinned wrists to reinforce her control, barely able to speak between her own moans.  And then:  “Suffer for me, bitch!”

“I am!” Penny screamed, and Channah roared, as Channah’s hips and body shifted from a piston motion to a pure shudder that gripped her from head to toe.

“Oh, Domina, oh, Mistress, no, it’s not fair!  It’s not fair!”  Penny howled, making a broken pouting sound, as Channah gasped and cried out with her slow, shuddering return, enjoying every lingering moment, just as she was enjoying squeezing every drop of sadistic joy from Penny’s protests and whines and unavailing struggles under her for relief.

“No—no, it’s not, is it?”  Channah laughed throatily, shoving her tongue hard down Penny’s throat and holding it, even as she straightened all her limbs out to the four corners around them and lay on Penny as her final shivers subsided, ignoring or perhaps enjoying Penny’s miserable sounds, and restless movements of discomfort.

When Channah was finally still, and not only the shivering, but the tingling sensation singing in every one of her nerve ends finally started to calm, she rested her hands on Penny’s forehead and lay her cheek on top of them, to relax.

“No-ho-ho-ho-ho….”  Penny moaned, quiet in her misery so as not to disturb Channah’s relaxation.

Finally, Channah sighed.  “What a good, passive, respectful mattress you make, Penny dear.”  Drawing languidly back and resting her elbows on Penny’s chest, feeling very satisfied and calm, while Penny’s body was still rigid and singing with both desire and pain, she crossed her upper arms and looked down into Penny’s eyes, eating up her compliant, accepting misery.  She practically purred, as she wiggled her hips again, just enough to let Penny know she was thinking about the girl’s unhappiness.  “What?” she asked playfully.

“Oh…”. Penny groaned, rolling her eyes.

“I asked you a question, bitch.”

Penny looked surprised.  “You know my—my—” she struggled for a word.

“My little girl,” she proposed.

“Yes, Domina.  Your little girl… You make me sooo hot, Domina, you’re so hot and—and the way you move…”

“How I move?” she prompted, wiggling her hips again for a moment.

“You’re so—lithe, so serpentine…”

“Oh, hush,” she rested one finger across Penny’s lips, just enjoying pushing her buttons and pushing her around, like a cat playing with a toy, or perhaps a victim.  “You don’t have anything useful to say.  Serpentine?  Darling, have you forgotten what I’m capable of?  Am I not a serpent when I want to be?  What I did had nothing to do with my serpentine side.” 

Then she frowned down at her girl, grasping and squeezing her cheeks, unnecessarily hard, not really to control her head, but simply to get her attention.  To bring her eyes, which were rolling and wandering practically independently of one another, back into focus attentively on her master.

“You know what I want.  You’ve known it for days.  And I already told you that’s how you could get what you want, just like Chas.”

Penny started nodding, in fear, yes, but for the first time, something more than fear—a desire for closeness, perhaps, or simply to obey and to avoid disappointing her hell-goddess—competing with it in her eyes.  When she spoke, it was in a small, uncertain voice:  “I—I will submit to you, Domina, you know I will.  Please, Domina, do what you want to do.  Take what you want from me.  Please, Domina.”

“Hunh-unh,” Channah shook her head, smiling smugly.  “I’ve already done that.  We’ve already established I can take what I want, anytime I want, haven’t we?” she asked, sniggering when she felt Penny move under her.   “Answer me,” she slapped Penny’s cheek lightly.

“Yes, Domina,” she answered, nodding sheepishly.

“And I can intimidate and bully you into doing what I want, even when you hate the idea, can’t I?”

“Yes, Domina,” she whispered. “That’s pathetic,” Channah shook her head, her smirk of contempt and satisfaction almost becoming a sneer again.

Literature Section “06-91[X] Penance Yields”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 91 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 979 words::Explicit 1086 words—Accompanying Images:  1806-1808—Published 2025-05-15—©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.

1803 06-90 A Sermon on Abstinence–Love vs Sin
1804 06-90 A Test of Strength–Resisting the Temptation of Jezebel
1805 06-90 Liberation Theology–The Book of Revelation

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PREVIOUSLY:  Penny emerged from total isolation to a crashing overload of sensation to find herself, physically naked and emotionally-wrecked, in Channah’s protective, affectionate embrace.  Comforted by her, overwhelmed by the need and longing she had felt to be saved by Channah, and the reality of being saved by her, she accepts Channah’s kiss.  NOW:

Penny melted into Channah’s kiss, something starting as a sigh becoming a moan of passion, her passion dissolving all conscious thought in her, her body twitching unbidden and unintended.  Channah’s tongue tickled her lips, caressed her teeth, and flirted with Penny’s.  Penny reciprocated, automatically, wanting to feel more of her Domina, and suddenly she felt Channah’s hand around her chin and cheeks, pushing her face away and holding her still. 

Surprised, she whispered:  “Please—don’t stop,” her eyes swimming back into focus and finding Channah’s, inquiring.

“I won’t,” Channah shook her head decisively, squeezing Penny’s cheeks with the hand that was holding them.  Penny didn’t lift a finger to disentangle herself.  She wouldn’t.  She couldn’t even imagine it.  “But you need to.”

“I–?”  Penny didn’t even know what she was talking about.

“I like to tongue-dance, but reciprocating is a pleasure I associate with men.  Are you a man?”

Penny stared at her, pinkening, before admitting in an embarrassed squeak:  “No, Domina.”

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

“Oh, yess,” Penny gushed, practically swooning at the thought.   “Please!”

“Then you need to keep your tongue passive when we kiss.  It’s not to move more than minimally necessary, and it should stay on the floor of your mouth, out of my way, at all times.  Anything else will be considered resistance and obstructionism.  Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Domina, ofph coursze,” Penny nodded, practicing and sensing what it felt life for her tongue to remain supine in her mouth.  “But why?”

“Wait, remind me… do I need a reason?” she asked, curiously.

Penny reddened.  “No, of course not, Domina.”

“That’s right!  Do you know, my metalsmith and I invented restraint devices long, long ago?  We did!” She sniggered with pleasure at the recollection, taking her hand off Penny’s jaw and moving it straight down the front of Penny’s body, tickling her and eliciting a whining sound she seemed to take delight in.  “It looks like something’s pinching you, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Maybe I should talk to her about designing a restraint for your tongue.  The trick would be, designing one that keeps your tongue under control without interfering with speech or eating.  You won’t be of nearly as much use to me if you can’t speak,” she mused, her finger on her chin again, pretending to consider it seriously.  “Perhaps a tongue stud with a little chain, connecting it to a post in the floor of your mouth?”

Penny was scared.  “What are you talking about, Domina?  I don’t understand!  I don’t want to do anything wrong, Domina, I promise.  I want to be your good girl.”

Relenting, she smiled fondly.  “I know you do, dear.  Then obey me.  If I really needed your tongue to stay inside your mouth, you would be in tongue-restraint, to keep it away from females of any species—human, demonic, or otherwise—by even a quarter-inch.  I’m just commanding you to be passive when we kiss because I like it!  I like reminding both of us I’m your Domina, and you’re my jariya.  Do you have a problem with me exercising my prerogatives to humiliate, belittle, or otherwise put you down for no reason other than my own pleasure?” she asked challengingly.

Penny shrank back slightly, eyes wide, and shook her head, disconcerted as always by the part of her that liked the way she treated her.  “No, Domina.  Not at all, Miss.”

“Oh, that’s good,” she snickered.  “ ‘Not at all, Miss.’  I like that answer.  Then keep every part of you, however… small…” she smiled wickedly, tickling Penny again.  “Out of my mouth.  Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Domina.  I’ll be good,” Penny promised, opening her mouth and leaning up towards Channah.

Channah leered at her, bringing her hand back up to take hold of Penny’s jaw and shove it back down, considering Penny.

“Ahm sahy,” Penny apologized, keeping her mouth open and her tongue down. 

“You look ridiculous!  No—hold it open, I like it when you make a fool of yourself for me.”  She laughed, both at Penny’s obedience, and how crestfallen she looked.  She moved her hand back to Penny’s body again, enjoying Penny’s desperate squirming.  “Does it hurt?”  she asked archly, both of them knowing exactly what she meant.

“Yeshmaahm,” Penny nodded earnestly, making her laugh even harder.

“Good.  Suffer for me, my little pretty.”  And like a bird of prey diving to rip some hapless little fish from a stream, or some harmless little varmint from a field of grass, she dove her head back down again, sealing their mouths together and slithering her tongue back into Penny’s mouth again, relishing Penny’s moans of combined lust and discomfort, while her hand continued to play gently with Penny as her tongue ravished Penny’s mouth. 

Penny raised her arm towards Channah, not to be uppity, but automatically, wanting to touch her more, and she laughed into Penny’s mouth as she seized Penny’s wrist and slammed her arm back onto the mattress. 

Rolling expertly on top of her jariya, she broke their kiss just long enough to raise her dress above her waist before sliding down to straddle Penny’s hips, cooing and sliding her other lips up and down over Penny’s chastity as her tongue got back to its ravishing. 

Her tongue, much longer than Chas’s, and apparently more flexible, not only tickled her lips, caressed her teeth, and petted her tongue, it went wherever it wished, sliding between her jaws and her cheeks, and when she felt particularly devilish, ramming down into the back of Penny’s throat with eye-watering, gag-inducing force.  Channah obviously relished every second of Penny’s suffering, her eyes dancing as Penny choked and gasped, struggling for breath and baffled by the confusing messages on the back of her throat telling her body to swallow and to reject the invader.

She broke their conversation for a moment to ask:  “Can you feel the way I feel about you?”

“Oh, yes,” Penny groaned helplessly.  “Your skin is so slippery and smooth.  Ow it hurts…” she protested, not talking about Channah any more.

“I love it!  And I love you, my passive little bitch,” Channah growled, continuing to slide up and down, up and down, pressing harder for her own sense of closeness, before smashing her face back down on Penny’s, using her tongue to drive so deep down her throat that pure reflex made Penny try to escape, while Channah used the mattress beneath her and Channah’s mouth above her to trap her and hold her in place, leaving her little mouse with nowhere to flee. 

Literature Section “06-90[X] Tongue-Tied Penance”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 90 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1081 words::Explicit 1144 words—Accompanying Images:  1803-1805—Published 2025-05-12—©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.