This story is entirely fictional and is intended as a fantasy in the world of female domination and male submission. It involves tease and denial with the use of a male chastity device, cuckoldry and corporal punishment. No part of this story is written to suggest such lifestyles were realistic or believable. The characters, named and unnamed, are not based on any living or deceased persons. All locations, whether named or otherwise, in this story, including the nation of Siskovia Province, are also fictitious and any similarities to any that exist anywhere, are coincidental. If you are not interested in fiction in which males, whether willingly or forced, submit to dominant females, or find such subjects objectionable and in opposition to your own preferences, I would strongly suggest you exercise your right not to read any further.
Chapter 8
Days 34 + 35 Thursday September 3rd + Friday September 4th 2015
My first two weeks came and went. Becky had not arranged an elaborate ruse whereby she had tricked me into thinking I was to remain here for a minimum of three months but was actually being released after two weeks. In fact, on the fourteenth day, I was ordered outside to do my hard boring task of moving bricks one at a time. This was to happen every five days come rain or shine, although I didn't see any rain, the weather was continuously hot and sunny. It felt such a waste being stuck inside this cell with the only outdoors I saw being the yard with its high walls and grey paving; the bay at home would have been wonderful to enjoy.
My sexual frustration really peaked during the third week; it must have been about my twenty sixth day during my early morning shower. I was feeling very down, especially as Izabela had given me six hard swats with the leather strap. My buttocks were throbbing nicely, and the way the water cascaded down onto my erection, I was edging ever closer to an involuntary orgasm. It had been pleasant at first, but the better it became and the closer to orgasm I approached, the more I began to panic. There were four cameras on me, I had learned, leaving no chance of getting away with relieving myself by hand, and I was reaching the point of no return. I couldn't leave the shower as my sudden movement would have attracted attention when the footage was checked.
My only hope was to stay where I was and let it happen, making sure my hands were nowhere near my penis. Oh, how frustrating an ejaculation it was going to be with no penis stimulation. With plenty of soap suds on my chest running down to my groin, I hoped the thick creamy fluid would go unnoticed as it pumped out. I made sure there were some white soapy bits on my penis by scooping some from my chest and allowing them to drop from my hand, a good six inches away, onto my penis head. When the uncontrolled ejaculation happened, I was washing my mostly bald head, with my hands having not touched my penis at all.
The first spurt shot out splattering the wall, but with no stimulation, the rest trickled lifelessly to the floor giving no pleasure whatsoever. I tried to ignore what was going on by continuing to rub my scalp while trying to stay steady on my feet. By maintaining the appearance of having an innocent shower, I hoped no-one watching would realise I'd just spurted my load. It would be cruel to be punished for what had just happened, especially as I'd got no pleasure whatsoever. It was that natural overflow Madam Popescu had told me about. At least it had emptied my balls, but in no way had it relieved all the pent up sexual desires that remained unfulfilled within me.
I was able to continue keeping track of my time spent in prison using the five day work regime as a reference. Very little changed; Gabriela and Izabela continued to be my main guards, regularly beating me with their straps for the slightest misdemeanour. The food continued to be disgusting, although there was plenty to fill me, thanks to the intervention of Dr Petran. I made sure I never showed any more disrespect to the food they provided after my earlier outburst. The doctor had made the effort on my behalf, I'd discovered, so I owed it to her to accept what I got with gratitude. Elena showed up every so often, nowhere near as much as I would have liked, but on one of my days that I was forced to do my brick carrying, she was assigned to watch me during the second hundred from lunch break through the afternoon.
She was excited to have been given the task, and was in a very happy and jovial mood. Despite the continuing sexual frustration, not properly enjoying an orgasm since my first day, and coupled with the agony of not knowing how long I'd be here, having Elena for company lifted my spirits. She was dressed very sexily in a short white skirt and a short denim jacket with rolled up sleeves. Her long bare legs looked so smooth and tanned, and on her feet, she wore a cute pair of brown ankle boots.
She even walked alongside me for a time as I trudged up and down, heavily restricted by the ankle chains as I carried the bricks. I told her about my life back home and even explained the games I played with Becky, and how our friends Gina and Liam had joined in those games. I told her how I'd ended up in prison in the UK, and how Becky had devised a way to incorporate that into our games. I also told her the circumstances that had transpired to earn me a spell in Madam Popescu's prison.
Elena told me about her childhood in England with her British father and Siskovian mother and how she went through a rebellious phase when she moved to Siskovia after her father left them. She spent three years at the university in Keara earning a degree in Psychology before deciding on a career in the justice system to help prisoners. She was very enthusiastic when she told me all about Casavana and the different departments that existed. I call them departments, but that didn't really describe the various parts adequately.
Its main function was a prison designed to hold between thirty and fifty prisoners; men and women. At present, the men's section held eighteen while the women's held six. Both parts were run by all female staff, this being designed to lessen tension amongst the prison population. The female guards were usually middle aged, and not dressed to ignite much in the way of sexual tension. That part of Casavana was entirely separate from the rest of the complex and was ruled over strictly, but with much more dignity than I was used to. For example, the prisoners were allowed to wear clothes. Although caning of prisoners who misbehaved was still an option, it was reserved only for extreme rule breaking such as violence or smuggling, such as drugs.
I was very interested to learn that the no masturbation rule was a universal rule that was used in prisons in most countries, however it was very rarely enforced, providing prisoners were discreet. In Casavana, Madam Popescu insisted prisoners of both sexes and in all sections of the prison must not masturbate. The main prison did not have security cameras in every cell, so it was up to the keen eyed prison guards to enforce that rule. Punishment was usually loss of privileges, such as visits or television time rather than caning. The crimes of those who were in Casavana were usually of the less serious type such as vandalism, theft, fraud, and lesser violent crimes where there was no lasting harm done.
Then there was the female domination section which had a building of its own. On the ground floor of the oldest building on the site, six cells held men or women who paid good money to spend up to three nights in prison. Depending on their own personal preferences, they were subjected to many different experiences. There were around twelve guards who interacted with prisoners, depending on shift rota's or if any of the female guards specialised in any particular activity. Gabriela and Izabela were the two most experienced and severe of them all and worked on a full time basis, which was why I saw so much of them. In the basement, there were four more cells, of which I occupied one. These were reserved for special prisoners; those who were there not because they wanted to be, but sent there for punishment for extraordinary reasons.
Apart from me, only one other person occupied one of the underground cells; a man who had fallen foul of his wife's extra marital affairs. His wife wanted to leave him for her lover, but did not want to lose her share of her husband's fortune, so she set him up with a prostitute. She arranged for him to be seduced by this girl who took him to bed. As they were having sex, she and a witness burst in on them so he was caught red handed. Because the break up of the marriage was classed as his fault, his wife now had a right to all his fortune which would have left him destitute. But to completely humiliate and keep him away from her, she offered him half the money provided he admitted to sleeping unlawfully with a prostitute, which is illegal in Siskovia, and accepting a three year prison sentence with a caning every two months, that bit was just for spite. To preserve his wealth, he agreed. He still had eighteen months left of his sentence and Elena said she had seen him caned by Madam Popescu which she found to be a frightening, and yet a very erotic experience.
