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07-28 Penetrating Intimacy (abridged version)

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*2131 07-28 Slavebride contemplating life in her new household*

*2133 07-28 I must know every detail of how you suffer for me, babydoll… tell 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.

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07-27 The Predatory-Missionary Position (abridged version)

2025-07-272025-07-19 admin

*2127 07-27 They ALL knew better, bitch. Now crawl to me*

*2129 07-27 It was too late for you the second we met. Just shut up and crawl*

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.

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07-26 Teaching Her How to Swallow (abridged version)

2025-07-262025-07-19 admin

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

Explicit version containing oralsex, fellatio, deepthroat, swallowing, orgasm, bullying, overpowering, and consensualnonconsent themes at 07-26X Teaching Her How to Swallow 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 angrily and rigorously testing Penny by pushing her limits; now she has chained her down with her wrists and ankles locked above her head. NOW:

“You’re in quite a pickle, aren’t you, little Princess?” Channah teased her.

“I am! Yes, Mistress!” She protested. “Please, Domi—”

“Let me see…” she cut her girl off. “I seem to remember you’re… ticklish!” she roared, pouncing on the soft, vulnerable soles of Penny’s feet, tickling them while Penny jumped and jerked and squealed and hyperventilated and kicked. “Was that a rhetorical question, do you think, Penny?” she snarked.

“No Domina, I—I am ticklish, Domina! I’m ticklish!”

And she continued tickling and tormenting her for another minute or two, reveling in the girl’s extreme reaction. “Oh, Pleaser,” she mumbled, “I don’t know why, but the results of the tickle test are as conclusive as those of the batting test: I have a best-in-class—by which I mean, wimpiest, most-pathetic, weakest, and most-sensitive—sissy ever on my hands! Darling, you are going to be helpless before me!”

“I know! I already am! I always have been, Domina!” she cried, an ineffectual protest directed at no one. “Of COURSE I am! But I don’t know why I was made this way!”

Moving around to the side of the lounge and watching Penny’s face as she calmed down and recovered her breath, she felt another stab of intense pleasure between her legs when Penny finally opened her shy eyes and blushed prettily for her Domina. “I love you so much, Domina,” she pledged, her eyes so big and honest Channah just melted.

“Oh, Princess, I love you! Don’t you see it, silly? You were made for me: body and soul, my perfect plaything!” She felt the familiar changes in her lower body while an even-more-embarrassed Penny looked down at it and whispered:

“Oh, my! Made for just you…. Only you?” she mused, sounding kind of distracted and bemused. “Gawd, maybe I was…” and then she whispered, very quietly, looking up at Channah in wonder with the biggest most-innocent eyes Channah could remember seeing as Channah climbed onto the stone lounge over her: “Is it really possible, Domina?”

“Oh yes, slut. Oh yes it is!” And standing with her feet just against the outsides of Penny’s hips, she leaned forward, resting her knees on the elevated section of the lounge and wordlessly presenting herself to Penny. Licking her lips and taking in a deep breath, Penny opened wide. Resting her elbows on Penny’s lower arms and sighing with pleasure, she used the stability of her elbows and knees to remain just at the line between what her girl could and could not handle. “Oh, that’s it, you dirty bitch! Oh… someday soon, I’m going to teach you to love all of me!” The noises coming out of her slave’s mouth went up in pitch and almost sounded like her vocal cords were involved in trying to articulate actual words. Channah nodded and laughed: “I mean it, you will learn! And honey… as long as you wear my collar, we have –literally—all the time in the world to train you. We’ll get there. Oh! I’m looking forward to that! I’ll ask my metalsmith if she can’t tweak one of your final chakra guards to help with that….”

Rotating and bouncing her hips, gently and carefully, as she panted and bit her lip, she sank into a hazy state of bliss. Suddenly, she laughed again—more softly, with delight instead of power—and giggled: “I just realized: with my elbows on your forearms, if I cross my arms…” and Penny, squealing in protest, felt what Channah was about to say, even as she said it: “I can tickle your feet!” And, hooting, she proceeded to do just that, snorting and bucking on top of Penny, crying out deliriously: “The way you’re moving! Oh shit! Oh shit! I’m goooonnnnnaaaah!”

Her poor girl was wiggling, struggling to breathe, helpless with Channah driving her to distraction even before the final complication Channah imposed on her. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuh-huh-huh-huh-huck!” Channah snarled, losing herself completely.

Shaking her head to clear it and using one hand to brush her hair back out of her eyes, Channah finally collected herself enough to look down at the noisy, thrashing mess below her and gasped: “Oh, shit!” as the girl gasped for breath. “Oh, you’re glad I love you, darling… I kind of lost myself there, didn’t I, sweetheart? Oh, there, there, baby…. Breathe, honeygirl, It’s okay…” she calmed and soothed her babygirl, feeling everything at the same time: deep love, genuine concern for her well-being, and a secret pride at how thoroughly she had topped the little bitch. “That was so satisfying,” she admitted, continuing dreamily: “It’s going to be even better after I’ve finished training you….” Slipping off the lounge, she grabbed her bag, then returned to the lounge, sitting down right in front of Penny’s hips, using a clean rag to settle her while Channah made soothing, loving noises, her eyes dancing with impish pleasure at her girl’s teary eyes and exhausted face. And then, managing to sound surprised, as if she’d just come across this helpless, befuddled girl tied up in a forest, the effect only slightly spoiled by her sniggering: “Sweetie, you’re a complete mess!” Whining sympathetically, she leaned in, almost like she was going to kiss her, and then shook her head as if scandalized. “Oh, darling! Here, drink, drink, drink it all down,” she sang, holding her canteen to Penny’s lips and pouring water in her mouth. Then she unwrapped a small, translucent ellipsoid, carefully tipping the canteen until a small squirt of water cascaded down over the ellipsoid, and began applying it to Penny’s face, nodding encouragingly when Penny instinctively pulled her head back from the smell. “It’s mint. Don’t you like it?”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny spoke softly, subdued. Subdued… just the idea of it made Channah tingle.

Literature Section “07-26[X] Teaching Her How to Swallow”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 26 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 967 words::Explicit 1232 words—Accompanying Images: 2123-2125, 2123X, 2126X—Published 2025-07-26—©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.

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07-25 Putting Penny in Her Place

2025-07-252025-07-18 admin

*2096 07-25 I love you with all my heart, Domina*

*2098 07-25 I want you to see me how you make me feel, Domina*

PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah is angrily and rigorously testing Penny by pushing her limits, especially with respect to pain, which she struggles to tolerate. Reveling in her power, she has demanded: “You are my helplessly-devoted little girl, aren’t you?” NOW:

“Yes, Mistress, I can’t doubt that now.”

“Oh!” she cooed happily. “That’s so sweet! Having my own, devoted dirty-humiliation slut. Well. You made such a mess, bad girl, that you and Chastity are going to have to clean this floor, and the stairs, and the hallway floor, this afternoon. You won’t need to worry about the outdoors, the rain will take care of that. But you and I need to shower, immediately. Come on, sweetie.” She stood, waiting for Penny to stiffly, painfully get to her feet, and then took her hand and began leading her back to the bath pool, picking up the bag of toys she had selected earlier and carrying it with them.

When they were clean again, Channah led Penny to the garden creek and under the trees back to the pagoda. “This is where Chastity and I made love this morning,” she purred. I hung her from the gazebo hook and fucked the shit out of her.”

“Domina!” Penny reddened.

Then she reddened even further when Channah tested her cage and snorted. “Mm hmm. I thought so. I wasn’t really planning to bring you here—I was planning to take you in my bed—but as you can see, we left the sofa cushions out here on this stone lounge, so it’s perfect.”

“Perfect for what, Domina?” Penny asked breathlessly.

“Exactly what you’re hoping for, peach pudding. Well,” she giggled, as she withdrew a flexible black pillowcase from her bag, sliding one of the cushions into it and setting it at the foot of the lounge, turned so that one pair of opposite corners was parallel with the lounge and the other pair perpendicular. “Not exactly what you’re hoping for, I expect; but since you know you’re never going to get that….” She set the other two cushions aside.

Taking Penny by the shoulders, she pulled her in for a long, sweet kiss that turned into a much longer, much sweeter, much wilder kiss. “When you’re embracing a girl, Penny, you can put your arms on her shoulders, or if you’re submissive and your partner has already done that, the way I’m doing to you, you can put your hands on her waist,” she whispered, shivering when she complied. “Oh, you’ve got a very soft and delicate touch, baby. Now:” she broke their kiss, moving her hands to Penny’s nipples and rolling them between her fingers, harder and harder, until Penny whined. She leaned forward and whispered in her ear: “Sissy weakling. I’m sorry-not-sorry, lover, but this is going to hurt.”

Then, sharply and forcefully, she took Penny’s shoulders and pushed her back so she fell onto the uncushioned lounge with her back against the elevated section, almost immediately trying to rise back off and hissing and squealing in pain. “Sit your busted ass down and don’t get up until I give you permission!”

“Yes, Domina,” she squeaked, visibly struggling to relieve the pain of her own weight on her abused buttocks without violating her Mistress’s command.

Sitting down between her knees, very close to her, Channah began making out with her slowly and gently, as she buckled on Penny’s wrist straps and ankle straps, pretending not to notice or care how strongly Penny reacted to her. By contrast, she giggled and teased Penny about the way she kept shifting and trying to raise one butt cheek or the other, while Channah took every opportunity to touch the girl and push down different parts of her body to encourage her to feel her ache for Channah’s pleasure.

With a deep, final kiss, she giggled and stood, holding Penny’s wrists and pulling them above Penny’s head, bending her elbows so her hands and lower arms hung off the head of the lounge. With a chain, shivering to hear Penny’s worried moue, she chained Penny’s wrists together and slipped the center link of the chain into a carabiner which she locked over a bronze ring on the back of the lounge. Standing up against the back of the lounge, she leaned forward, yanking on Penny’s hair to bring her face up so she could kiss her from above and behind while her girl made excited, submissive sounds, eagerly and excitedly returning Channah’s attentions without penetrating her lips, focusing her attention on receiving and welcoming her master’s tongue. “Bring your feet up to your hips and spread your legs for me, sweetie,” she murmured without leaving off her kissing, giggling with pleasure as her girl complied. “Gooood girl. You know I love a compliant girl, right?”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny answered, crying out with passion as Channah cradled her breasts in her hands and rubbed her nipples softly. “I want to be yours, to yield to you and obey you, Domina!”

“Oh, baby, you’re sooo responsive,” Channah groaned. “I love how your body just dances under my hands and mouth. Is your cage starting to pinch your stiffening little clitty yet, Pleaser?”

“Yes, Domina,” she moaned. “And my bottom hurts—it’s hard to sit here!”

“Good, baby, that’s hot.” And then she viciously pinched Penny’s nipples with her fingernails and nipped her lips. “It turns me on so much that you’re suffering for me!”

“I am, Domina!” she promised.

“Good. It took so much groveling and foot-worship and golden play for you to perk up again I was afraid I’d broken my little doll.”

“You have broken me,” she confessed in a whisper, hungrily kissing her Domina and squeaking with the pain she was feeling.

“FUCK yeah,” Channah grunted, pressing her knees together as her head buzzed and her eyelids fluttered with the physical force of her reaction. “Lillith below, kick your dainty little left foot up, baby,” she commanded; and when Penny did, pointing it up like a ballerina, Channah growled again, taking hold of her ankle and fastening another chain, this one longer—five links, with an extra carabiner already fastened to the middle link—to her ankle cuff. “Now your right foot, sweetheart,” she whispered, struggling to contain her own excitement, as Penny lifted and extended it with impressive delicacy for someone who had only evolved into her womanhood. Fastening it to the other end of the chain, she breathed: “Ready, Pleaser?”

“For wh—I mean, yes, Domina! For anything. Please tell me what you want m—eek!” she squealed in surprise, as Channah used both hands to haul up on her ankle chain, pull it back over her head, and secure it to the same bronze ring as her wrist chain. “Oh my! Oh Domina!” she wailed helplessly, kicking prettily in her helpless position while Channah trembled at her.

“You’re in quite a pickle, aren’t you, little Princess?” Channah teased her.

Literature Section “07-25 Putting Penny in Her Place”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 25 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1116 words—Accompanying Images: 2096-2099—Published 2025-07-25—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-24 Cleaning Channah’s Feet (abridged version)

2025-07-242025-07-18 admin

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

Explicit version containing bullying, goldenshowers, punishment, analpenetration, and cleanup themes at 07-24X Cleaning Channah’s Feet at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

Penny was panting, faster and faster, as Channah tested her bladder, before with a desperate last shake of resistance, Penny squeaked and groaned with an unmistakably defeated sound.

Channah couldn’t help herself, she laughed while she stood up, stepping back and trying to sound outraged: “Naughty-little-girl embarrassed herself, didn’t she?” And this time she didn’t wait for her girl to start talking; didn’t even give her a chance to, hauling back and walloping Penny’s bottom: Crack! “AAAAAAAAAAAH!” followed by a lot of caterwauling and gibberish she couldn’t even have made sense of if she was listening, which she wasn’t because she was doubled over so hard watching Penny completely lose control.

“Oh, Penny! You dirty bitch!” she howled, laying Penance’s Bull-Daddy down well out of the way. “I ought to spank you for that!” She stepped toward her throne, unable to avoid the little lake, laughing as hard as Penny was crying. “What are you doing with your head still under my throne? Silly girl! Back up! Back up!” she commanded, as Penny did back up, her arms moving right into the pool as Channah slid her throne forward and sat down on it, over Penny’s head, grabbing her by the hair, then leaned back in her throne, lifting Penny’s tear-soaked red face so she could see it and putting the soles of her feet right on it. “Dirty girl! I told you what the consequence would be, didn’t I?”

“Yes, Domina!”

“Then start doing your duty, bitch. Back on your heels.” And when she hesitated, Channah put her feet on Penny’s shoulders, kicking her backwards so her extremely sensitive butt slammed into her own heels, producing another pleasing, squealing sound as Channah pushed her soles into Penny’s face to keep her from rising back. “Unh-uh! STAY!” She snapped, as if she were talking to a dog. “Bad puppy! Go on, puppy! Lick! Lick!” And she moaned with pleasure as she felt Penny obey her Domina, even as she continued to wriggle her hips to alleviate the pain from her bottom. “Good girl,” Channah cooed. “Good. Girl.” Knowing she would be unable to leave her throne until the floor was cleaner, she dropped her right foot to the ground while Penny worshipped her left , and then she dipped her left foot while Penny was sucking on her right. “Thaaat’s the way, goooood gurl. Oh… look how devoted you are, baby! Yess…. Stick that tongue between my big and second toes. It’s sooo wet in there. Now lick the bottoms. Oh, other foot. What a mess! But you must be thirsty, the way you’re going to town. We’re going to explore that, darling!”

After a pause to listen to Penny lick, she continued, almost lazily: “Use your hands to hold my ankles—gently! While you clean the bottoms of my feet. Why should I do all the work to hold my legs up? You’re the offender! I’ve given—at a guess—tens of thousands of whoopings in my life, including to boys much younger and smaller than you, and I can assure you, you are the single most pathetic little worm I’ve ever dealt with. The good news for you, little marshmallow, is that you’ve always been soooo sweet and submissive you don’t give me much cause to beat you.” She giggled: “Well… except the way you keep turning me on with what a submissive, disgraceful, dirty slut you really are… practically begging for more torment when you do that in front of a demon, aren’t you, horny girl? But other than the times you seduce me into it, you shameless girl, there will be occasional days, like today, when I need to prove to you, or to myself, or perhaps even to a third party, how totally submissive you are. But if you keep up your good work, striving really hard to show me how much you love and respect me, after your pathetic display of weakness today, I’m pretty sure beatings will be rare for you, and I will never get close to hitting you as many times as… well, even wimpy little Chastity. But certainly never treating you the way any real men could expect: ten, twenty… I’ve hit boys, you know, real boys, as many as fifty times before.” Penny made a defeated, overwhelmed sound. “Oh hush and keep cleaning my feet, bitch! We’ve already seen how weak and pathetic you are; that’s what I’m trying to tell you! Don’t you get it, dummy?” She used her heel to cuff Penny across the cheek, emphasizing her dominance further. “I’m talking here!

She continued, teasing her and taunting her and praising her and insulting her by turns, serving her sole after sole, occasionally allowing herself a detour to test Penny’s cage while she kept licking, until finally Channah giggled in triumph, prodding and testing with her foot to confirm her suspicion as Penny groaned with her humiliation. “Theeeere it is, my perverted little mushroom. I knew talking dirty to you while disgracing you would bring back your little man sometime! And it’s so hard now, almost like a real twelve-year-old boy, isn’t it? Isn’t it?!”

“Yes, Domina!”

“Goood girl! What a good girl! Admitting what a naughty little girl you are is the first step to giving into your nature. You are my helplessly-devoted little girl, aren’t you?”

Literature Section “07-24[X] Cleaning Channah’s Feet”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 24 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 891 words::Explicit 1113 words—Accompanying Images: 2092-2095—Published 2025-07-24—©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.

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07-23 The Crack of the Bat (abridged version)

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

Explicit version containing bullying, consensualnonconsent, analpenetration, and bladderplay themes at 07-23X The Crack of the Bat 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 is angrily and rigorously testing Penny by pushing her limits, especially in relation to physical pain. NOW:

“Pleaser,” she hissed as an insult, watching her scamper to assume the position Channah had commanded her to assume. “Pathetic Pleaser,” she amended, chortling, as she slowly walked to assume a strong striking position, legs apart, perpendicular to her victim, hands clasped around the handle, breathing in the fresh morning air and noticing that the sun had fully risen. “Don’t disappoint me,” she rumbled.

“No Domina. I swear I’ll give you everything I ha—” Crack! “AAAAAAAAAAAH!” she cried, as the bat connected, perfectly, striking both cheeks of her bum. Penny scrabbled, howling, trying to crawl under the throne.

Channah laughed and rocked her shoulders with delight, enjoying herself fully, excited at Penny’s wimpy—and most satisfying—reaction. “That was just the first one, pudding. Or does being a pathetic milquetoast make you more of a Princess? Hmmm….” She walked to Penny’s other side, switching her hands on the bat, and watched Penny’s quivering bottom for a moment before purring to express her intense satisfaction. “Lillith and Cane, you’re a sissy-little weakling. Aren’t you?!” she snapped.

“Yes, Domina, I’m a sissy-little weakl—”Crack! “AAAAAAAAAAAH!” she wept, slamming the chair against the wall as she cried.

“Oh yeah,” she howled like a wolf, bending her knees and holding her hands at her sides as she hooted with delight, before returning to her first position, listening to Penny’s moans. “You look so—stupid—with your head under my throne! Like some kind of dumb dog that thinks it’s hiding by sticking its head in a hole! Tell me, is that what you are? A dumb doggie or a sissy-little weakling?”

“I—” Crack! “AAAAAAAAAAAH!” this time it was a squawk that nearly made Channah come again. Laughing, she plumped down into her throne, resting her feet on Penny’s back and enjoying the feel of how she was writhing on the floor before her. “I feel so close to you right now, pudding Princess,” she confessed. Then she giggled. “How do you feel?”

“It hurts so badly, Domina!” Penance wept. “I don’t know if I can be good. I’m trying so hard to be good, I promise I’m trying Domina—”

“Oh, I know, sweetie! I can tell! That’s why I’m feeling so close to you, darling—because you’re trying so hard for me! Isn’t that sweet?”

“I—I—I want you to be happy, Domina! I want to make you happy. BUT IT HURTS DOMINA!!!

“Ohh, there, there, sweetie, SOO dramatic.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You’re not going to die, unless you realize how ridiculous and pathetic you sound,” she consoled her girl in a saccharine-sweet voice, rubbing and pressing her feet into her girl’s shoulders and back, eliciting groans of confused pleasure as she overstimulated her with a profusion of sweet and spicy sensations at once. “I’ve done this to a. Lot. Of. Boys. over the centuries, baby, and I can promise you—even little jawari like you have survived—” she had to stop and laugh again, at Penny’s wiggling and whining. “Penny!” she barked, trying and failing miserably to sound cross with her, slapping her back with the soles of her feet to get her attention before she burst out laughing yet again. “You. Are. Absurd. The most ridiculously little whiney-baby I have ever beaten!”

And with that, she stood up again, walked around behind her, standing between her legs and just enjoying the absurd little booty dance she was still doing. Impulsively, Channah started alternating feet to step on her right cheek and watch her dive as if scalded, then step on her left cheek to watch her dodge, then jab her, then caress her. Finally, as much fun as she was having, she decided Penny would probably entertain her all day, and she had no doubt she could make Penny entertaining with very little effort whenever she wanted to.

“Assume the position, bitch! Get your hips back up.”

Penny started hyperventilating again between sobs but wailed: “Yes, Domina,” as she pushed her cute little tushie back up, the internal conflict visible in the stiff, awkward way she moved, even without her crying to emphasize it.

“Are you ready, bitch?” she asked, snickering.

“Yes, Domina,” she quailed.

“I don’t know… you don’t look ready.” Getting into maximum-domme position, she rolled the bat in her hands causing the tip to draw a circle in the air above her shoulder. “You look kind of scared. How’s your bladder doing, sweetie?”

“I need to pee so bad, Domina. SOO bad, pl—” Crack! “AAAAAAAAAAAH! Oh owwwww! Dom-min-na! I love you…” she whined.

“Are you getting excited yet?” she asked, squatting down to check, then guffawing. “No. I can’t even find you. You may even have an insy right now,” she laughed, playing with Penny’s bottom. Impulsively she sucked on her middle finger and pressed on Penny’s bladder, watching and cackling with delight as her girl tried to take the pressure off. “Keep that ass up, Missy!” she ordered sternly, continuing to torture her bladder with her finger. “But don’t you dare spill a drop or I’ll make you clean it up! It feels—soooooo—full honey! I don’t know how you can even stand it! How long has it been since you’ve peed? Twenty hours? Why, that’s probably the longest you’ve ever held it in your short little life. You must be drowning—”

Literature Section “07-23[X] The Crack of the Bat”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 23 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 898 words::Explicit 1141 words—Accompanying Images: 2087-2091—Published 2025-07-23—©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.

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07-22 Begging for Bondage

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*2083 07-22 Please please please give Chastity and me another chance to prove our subservience*

*2085 07-22 Thy sceptre looks like a carpet beater*

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.

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07-21 The Unevenest Love of All

2025-07-212025-07-18 admin

*2079 07-21 The Food Chain (Dominance Hierarchy) in Hell*

*2081 07-21 Channah’s wedding gift for her girl Chastity’s bedside*

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—at the moment, by mentally browbeating her while physically intimidating her. NOW:

“Keep your eyes on me and your hands right where they are, but spread your legs further for me. Push your little girl parts down on the floor like I taught you,” she commanded, not tentatively—Channah was nothing if not confident—but reservedly, with some interrogatory quality, as if there were a question in her mind about something.

And when Penny complied, Channah gave a deep, satisfied sigh. “I’m so pleased you’re not just frozen in terror, but actively and consciously intimidated and afraid,” she giggled, and seeing her girl’s pain and confusion, elaborated: “You’re shivering and hyperventilating on your knees before me, honeyslut. You’re so scared of me and my big, bad, bat—aren’t you?”

“Yes, Domina,” she whimpered and nodded. “I’m very scared. You—you and your bat are big and bad, Domina. You’re so powerful and—and mean,” she burst out, afraid to say it but unwilling not to say it. “You’re so much stronger—mentally as well as physically—than me. And I’m—very sensitive.”

“Soft,” she suggested, her voice dripping with contempt.

“Yes, Domina,” and she managed to hang her head a bit without disobeying her master by lowering her eyes.

“Soft. Like pudding,” she suggested with a snicker.

“Yes, Domina. Soft like pudding.”

“Everything about you is soft like pudding, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Domina,” she whispered. “You’re so big and bad and strong, and—and mean, you’re really mean—and I’m so soft and vulnerable. It’s not fair. But—”

“But what?”

“But I love you,” she whispered. “I love you and I want you so bad.”

“Fuck,” Channah repeated herself. “That’s about the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me. Maybe one of the hottest things any mortal has ever said to me. No—definitely one of the hottest,” she revised her opinion. “Almost as hot as you admitting I’m smarter than you. You mean it, all of it, don’t you?”

“Yes of course Domina! I do, Domina,” she admitted in a small voice, betraying with every word an undertone of resentment and anger at what she was being compelled to say that she didn’t want to admit to. “I would never say that if it weren’t true.”

“How does that make you feel?” she gloated, curiously, tolerating it as her girl thought about it, because she had a genuinely puzzled expression on her face and Channah knew she was sincerely considering something she hadn’t thought about before, and probably didn’t want to think about. She mused to herself that watching someone think about things they didn’t want to, things that pained them deeply to consider, was a form of torturing in itself. Indeed, what she loved more than anything was when she could make a mortal suffer in body and soul both, at the same time. Now, that was a honeymoon-worthy goal. “Wait—you think about that. I want you to think about that long and hard and sincerely. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“While I hurt you,” she concluded, with a vicious, delighted, cruel grin on her face. “Oh fuck yes,” she chortled as her slut reacted, practically—no, literally, she decided—fighting herself to remain still before her master, when all she wanted to do was run.

“You want to run, don’t you?” she breathed, slowly bringing her feet back down to the ground, not wanting to spook the girl—not yet, at least.

She nodded, still looking and holding her Domina’s gaze obediently.

“Every instinct and sinew in your body is screaming at you to get up on your feet and run, isn’t it?”

“Yes, of course, Domina!” Penny sobbed. “Please don’t, don’t use your—I’m so scared!”

“But I’ve told you how much dread and adoration—especially together—arouse me! And even your little pea-brain is smart enough to remember that, isn’t it?”

“Yes Domina,” she whispered.

“Then why are you kneeling here like a scared bitch, practically begging me to hurt you?” she laughed.

“To please you!” she burst out, sobbing. “Because I love you! Because I want to be with you, to stay with you—and I want you to want to be with me! I’ve done something wrong and made you unhappy. I just want to make it right! I want you to love me and be happy with me!”

“Lillith and Cane, that’s the truth, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is, Domina!” she cried, overcome. “Of course it is!” She wept. And she broke position to scramble forward and start laying placatory and apologetic kisses on Channah’s feet, while Channah shuddered with an outright orgasm, her body shaking with the force of a lightning bolt burning through her body and soul, matching the depth and dimensions of Penny’s mortification before her.

“Ffff—uck!” she groaned, torn and balanced between touching herself and just accepting the frustrating, satisfying sensations as they ripped through her. In the end she surrendered to her own body, trusting it and letting it take her where it wanted, without her coaxing. And that made it last. That made it a tantalizingly slow tease, feeling Penny’s head between her legs, licking her heels where they met the floor.

When it was over, she decided it had been perfect, not only because it ultimately satisfied, but because it whet her appetite for more and deeper satisfaction.

After breathing deeply, in a semi-meditative state, for several minutes, she finally came back to herself, and to the room, where Penny was still, pathetically, craning her neck, her shoulders pressed against the front of Channah’s ankles, her tongue stretching out to tickle the bottom of the back of Channah’s heel, one of the most pitifully subservient gestures she could make. Oh, yessss.

“You’re restoring my faith so far, Penny,” she admitted. “Redeeming yourself and your sisterwife. But you have to prove you mean it. Not with groveling and humiliation and darkness and dirt—which you thrive on, like some perverted species of mushroom—but with what you genuinely hate and fear above all else.”

Penny moued pitifully, physically flinching to hear what her Domina thought of her, and to be forced to ask herself if there was any truth in it. “Yes, Domina,” her voice breaking. “Please, give me a chance, and please, give Chastity another chance to prove to you—I’m sure she wants to redeem herself! Please give us both a chance. We’ll be good girls for you. We’ll be the best girls we can be, I promise! And you—” she whispered “I’m sorry, but you may need to bind me. I don’t know if I can—behave—”

“Oh ho ho…” she weighed Penny’s words, feeling slightly mollified, and even having a sliver of hope for her and Chastity. “Sugarbear, that’s the hottest idea.”

Literature Section “07-21 The Unevenest Love of All”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 21 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1125 words—Accompanying Images: 2079-2082—Published 2025-07-21—©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.

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07-20 The Dangers of Toadying

2025-07-202025-07-18 admin

*2075 07-20 I want to lick it so bad… but what will the Queen think?*

*2077 07-20 Um… Mistress? While I’m down here, may I lubricate the top of your boot?*

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. Right now, she is maneuvering Penny to do something she hates, admitting Channah is smarter than her. NOW:

Penny’s disappointment at failing to please her was warming Channah’s pussy, even if the heat hadn’t reached her heart yet. “Please, please can you remind me what your question was? I hate—that doesn’t matter. What matters—I hope—is that I’m so sorry that I was so stupid. Could you please repeat your question for me?”

“Is it really so hard to be a good servant?” she asked, disappointed in herself for not sounding as sharp or mean as she’d intended to, reaching down behind her chair, for what she had concealed there, and bringing it up to rest across her shoulders.

“Oh!” And Penny didn’t even need to clarify that she meant she understood the question and knew the right answer now. Despite her slight irritation at Penny’s top-girl exultation at knowing the answers again, she couldn’t help but let it slide as she continued: “No, Domina, no it isn’t hard, or it shouldn’t be. It’s only hard for me. I’m sorry for being such an inadequate servant.”

“I should think so. What are you?”

“I’m—I’m—I’m a stupid slut,” Penny confessed, guessing the right answer, or at least, one the judges decided to accept. “I’m such a stupid slut,” Penny moaned emphatically, doubling down, managing to work her tongue deep along the floor under the arch of Channah’s sole.

“So stupid you can’t even answer an easy question?”

“Yes, Domina. Please, please don’t discard me for being stupid. Please train me to be better.”

“I can train you to be less ignorant, although with a silly cow it may not be worth the time.” Then, making her voice more patronizing, she continued: “But I’m not sure it’s actually possible to smarten you up if you were born stupid, is it, you simple little ninny?”

“No, Domina, I’m sorry I didn’t think of that—”

“Then what am I to do with you? If I can’t make you smarter, and you’re too stupid to learn from my words, what can I do with you?”

Again Penny was still a second, as she tried to figure out what to say that would please her master. “I—please, Domina, perhaps you could give me only the dumbest and meanest tasks?”

Channah nodded to herself, pressing her lips together thoughtfully. That was a fair answer, if not what she was herding her hucow towards. “Not the worst idea,” she admitted. “I definitely think a little wanna-be smarty-pants should be taken down a few pegs with the dumbest and meanest work. Perhaps supervised by someone you really despise… like Roger!” she laughed, liking the physical reaction that produced in Penny, who practically recoiled to hear it.
“Oh, no, Roger’s actually smart—” and then, inspired with insight into her creature, she whispered: “Isn’t he?”

“I—is he—” suddenly some of Penny’s tension ebbed from her shoulders and hips and she admitted the obvious truth: “Yes, Domina.”

“Yes, what?”

“Roger is smart, Domina.”

“He’s smart, and he’s a natural leader, and he has a big hard cock, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Yes, what? Don’t make me say that again!”

“Roger is smart, Roger is a natural leader, and—and—Roger has a big hard cock, Domina.”

“And how about you?”

“I don’t, Domina.” And then, realizing what was expected of her, she burst out: “I’m a silly ninny cow, I’m a—a natural follower, and—and I have a soft… little… clitty, Domina,” she admitted, each word spoken more softly than the previous one.

“You really do, Puddin’,” she laughed. “But maybe it would be even funnier if I made you work for somebody truly stupider than you. Somebody impulsive and ignorant and weak. How would you like that, Puddin’?”

“I—I—I would do whatever you want, Domina,” she confessed miserably.

“No, I want to know. Answer my question, bitch! Who would you rather work for, someone you hate but still, as much as you hate them, you can’t help respecting? Or someone you have complete contempt for? Like Cutter!” She laughed even harder. “Or Martin,” she could barely get the name out, exaggerating the ‘ar,’ which somehow turned the name into a mockery of the boy’s intellectual capacity. And when Penny didn’t answer immediately, she snapped: “I told you I expected an answer, but I suppose—between your being stupid yourself, and how much you hate Roger—it’s actually a difficult question for you, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Domina, it is!” she burst out immediately. “And I’m afraid—” she cut herself off.

Channah pounced on it like a hawk: “What are you afraid of? And don’t you dare lie to me.”

“I’m afraid whatever I answer, there will be consequences.”

“What consequences?”

“I don’t know. I—can’t imagine. You’re more creative than me.”

“Creative? Or do you really mean ‘cruel’?”

After a pause, she burst: “Both, Domina. You’re both. Especially in this area.”

“What area?”

“Boys. Men. Males. Sex. Hierarchy. Control. There’s no game-playing about that. I can’t possibly keep up with you Domina. You really are smarter than me, in every way, about that stuff.”

“Fuck,” she cursed, her pussy and her heart bursting into genuine flame, taking her feet away and putting them back up on the bed. “Look at me, bitch.”

Penny looked up, her big eyes filled with unadulterated submission and adoration, until they reached her shoulders and reacted, sharply and fast, her pupils growing huge as her body fairly stiffened and recoiled with her fight-flight-freeze instinct.

Channah knew she looked good, too, even as she looked terrifying to her little girl. Naked, voluptuous, decadent, sensuous, and rotten as the medlar fruit she had taken as her symbol, reclining on her lounge chair, her breasts large and firm enough to remain prominent even in that position, her strong, fleshy legs crossed at the ankles on the edge of the bed, her face practically alight with sadistic joy and a less-familiar, deeper excitement… and her strong, round arms draped over the opposite ends of Penance’s Bull-Daddy, the heavy, wicked, personalized bat that perhaps more than anything else than her collar and cage, celebrated and emphasized Channah’s power and control over Penance, and Penance’s subservience to Channah. Everything about the Queen’s posture was relaxed and, even more, supremely confident; the threat of the bat all she needed to make Penny want to shrivel and shrink herself to nonexistence at her Goddess’s feet. Channah enjoyed her cowering—and even more, her obedience, if it was that (rather than pure, instinctual paralysis). Frowning slightly, she decided to find out which it was.

Literature Section “07-20 The Dangers of Toadying”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 20 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1093 words—Accompanying Images: 2075-2078—Published 2025-07-20—©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.

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*2070 07-19 I could get quite used to this, thought Alice*

*2072 07-19 I’m sorry, Domina. I wished my little peepee would be proportional to the rest of my body*

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. She has not been allowed to empty her bladder since the previous day. NOW:

“Please I don’t want to dishonor you—”

“Dishonor yourself, you mean,” With a slightly-strained giggle, Channah commented, an undertone of brittleness in her voice at odds with the forced cheerfulness: “And good morning to your tiny little friend there. I love that reaction from a bitch! And it should prevent you from messing up my bed, so you can focus on me the way you ought.”

Combined with the fact Penny was becoming fully-alert, something about the way Channah had said ‘bitch’ resonated with the other, subtle cues she had given that something was terribly off. She pushed her face gently into the bottoms of Channah’s feet and begged “Dom—Domina, please, may I approach and worship your feet?”

“Well… you hardly need to approach, do you? But yes, why don’t you do that,” she agreed, still sounding distant, pushing them against Penny’s face as she felt the girl begin servicing her heels, pressing harder than necessary to make it physically difficult for Penny to move her lips and tongue. Enjoying her girl’s efforts, Channah began moving her feet, pressing and rubbing one on her face or neck while she held the other one still for Penny’s attention. Penny’s eyes were closed again, as she concentrated on pleasing Channah, her whole world narrowing to Channah’s feet.

“May I—may I touch them with my hands, Domina?”

Channah giggled. “If you must.”

Opening her eyes, she was immediately gazing, adoringly and subserviently, on Channah, her pupils dilating pleasingly at the very sight of her magnificent nudity. “Omigod,” she whispered, before pulling herself together and proceeding with what she’d planned to ask: “I—I think I must, Domina. I—I—please, may I ask you a question Domina?” she begged, as she sucked on Channah’s big toe, and then lingeringly, each of her other toes.

“If you must,” Channah answered, less amused, the comment coming across as reserved and skeptical.

Penny redoubled her efforts, caressing Channah’s feet with her hands while continuing to suck her way along Channah’s toes, her big eyes looking beseechingly, with a pleasing subservience, and awed with an appropriate adoration, whenever they were opened, locked on Channah’s hypnotic eyes. Finally, she worked up her courage enough to ask: “Domina, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry for whatever I did, I can tell you’re upset.”

“Can you?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Good. Just from my voice?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Good.” And she placed the soles of her feet against her girl’s head and pressed down on it hard enough to raise her hips from her chair, watching with interest as Penny struggled to remain in place and still move her tongue and lips enough to at least signal her desire to continue worshiping Channah. “But that wasn’t a question, was it, bitch?”

“Please—please, I’m sorry, please tell me what I did wrong.”

“You’re… what? Asking me to justify my mood?”

“Goodness NO, Domina! And I’m ever so sorry for wasting your time, Domina, but whatever it was—I don’t want to do it again! Please help me be a better wife—”

“Slut,” she corrected.

“Slut! I am your slut, I am your slave, I swear it, at least—I want to be! Please help me learn so—”

“Is it really so hard to be a good servant?”

Penny kept sucking her toes, in silence except a few gurgling noises from the pressure of Channah’s weight forcing them deeper and deeper into her mouth, for several beats, before blurting: “Ah bone t’ umber and.”

Channah couldn’t help laughing, although it was a sharp, unpleasant, unforgiving sound. Relaxing back down into her chair, she eased up the pressure on Penny’s face and snapped: “Were you trying to speak to me? In English?”

“Yes, Domina. I’m sorry, Mistress. I’m afraid I—I don’t understand what you’re asking?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“No, Domina,” Penny began, then—seeming to realize she had said something else wrong before Channah needed to spell it out, she continued, redoubling her efforts at groveling by working on Channah’s toes and the balls of her feet: “I’m sorry, Domina, not to me. I’m sure—I can see you think it should be—that of course, it should be–obvious I mean. But whatever it is—I’m sorry!” she suddenly whined loudly.

“Don’t you like my feet anymore?” Channah threw her off-balance with another unexpected, unobvious question.

“I adore your feet, Domina, I love them! I worship them—”

“Your little clitty doesn’t.”

“It does! It does I swear, I just—I just feel so badly that I’ve upset you. Please, Domina, please tell me what I did wrong so I can apologize for it—I do apologize for it, whatever it was—”

“Well, that’s appropriate,” she acknowledged reluctantly, marginally mollified. “No one who’s displeased me should be happy.”

“I’m not , I sw—”

“Then, if you want to please me, why aren’t you answering my question?”

Penny was silent and still a moment, her eyes darting as she tried to make sense of Channah’s question, unfortunately reminding her Domina of the way Chastity had done the same thing that morning. Penny’s eyes locked on her face as it twisted into something harder and less-forgiving. Channah saw the panic and desperation to please, rising in her little girl as she saw she was further-upsetting her Mistress instead of placating her.

“I’m sorry Domina, I’m sorry—I—I forgot the question.”

“You what?!” she barked, dropping her feet and leaning forward on her chair, happy to see the look of loss in Penny’s eyes as she followed her feet back to the floor.

“I—I—have to pee so badly I can’t think straight—”

“What is wrong with you, Penance Batonnoir?”

Penny froze, staring at her like a deer spotting a hunter, and then something, some understanding, flashed in her eyes like a beacon of hope. “I know!” she gasped. “I know! I’m stupid!” she sounded so incongruously overjoyed at the realization Channah—despite her ugly mood—genuinely laughed, throwing her head back and shaking it slowly. “I’m stupid! I’m sooo slow—please—please may I have your permission—” Penny was scrambling off the bed and dropping to her knees at Channah’s feet. “Please—please let me—” and her lips began pressing on Channah’s toes, the arches of her feet, her ankles, everywhere Penny could reach, as she continued: “I’m sorry for being so—so stupid and slow, Domina. I hate it!” And, gratifyingly, Channah could tell she meant it. “I fucking hate it!”

“Penny!” she sounded genuinely shocked.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I soo hate it! And you’re right—you’re right, it’s the last thing I want to admit. You make me feel so worthless and low—” Penny sounded appeasingly miserable.

Literature Section “07-19 Footsucking Bimbo”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 19 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1127 words—Accompanying Images: 2070-2074—Published 2025-07-19—©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.

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