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.