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 9
Day 61 -- Wednesday September 30th 2015
The day on which my full sentence would be revealed finally arrived. I had been roughly keeping up with the number of days I'd been imprisoned and had a good idea today was the last day of September. I couldn't be absolutely sure, but I knew it was close. Madam Popescu had told me I would be informed after two months of my sentence had been completed, so I expected to hear either September 30th or October 1st.
There was no mention from Izabela when she brought my breakfast that morning if today was the day I would hear, but the guards never gave me any information about anything. So, when I heard a noise outside my cell followed by three loud knocks later that morning, my heart skipped a beat and I jumped off the bed and got into position. The cell door opened and two people entered; Gabriela and Tilly.
"Stand up, prisoner." Gabriela said, sternly.
I did as I was told, taking care not to look either lady in the eyes. Tilly walked behind me and pulled my arms behind my back to cuff my wrists together, while Gabriela stared at me, inches from my face. I'd not come for quite a few weeks, and just breathing in her femininity so close to me, my erect penis was causing it to dribble precum.
"Madam Popescu wants to see you," she said.
She gripped me roughly by the arm while Tilly gripped the other, both holding me far more aggressively than was necessary; I didn't intend running off anywhere. They pushed me forward almost causing me to fall before allowing me to walk alone. I followed the usual route outside into the yard and discovered it was raining for the first time since arriving. I walked along the yard, shuffling and struggling because of the ankle chains, feeling the cold rain drops landing on my naked skin. The temperature was much lower than usual and I was actually shivering a little.
I was taken through a door outside the yard along a lovely terrace with a couple of sunbeds next to a small pool. I'd seen this on an occasion several weeks earlier during one of my work days. It wasn't warm enough today for anyone to sit outside, but seeing such luxury made me yearn for my normal life to be restored. I was led past the building I assumed was the spa, or brothel, as it actually was, and hoped none of the paying male customers could see me, but most of the blinds were closed. This seemed to be on the far side of the leisure complex which meant they were deliberately taking me the long way around to the main building. I had no doubt they were making me walk outside along the furthest route because of it being a cold rainy day. I was finally taken into the building through a side door.
Along an empty corridor, I soon recognised the room where this had all started; it was Madam Popescu's office and I was ordered to stand at the side of the door while Gabriela knocked.
"I have brought the prisoner," Gabriela said.
"Bring him in," came the reply from Madam Popescu.
I was cold and wet from walking in the rain and I knew they could easily have brought me here through the short underground route to stay warm and dry. Gabriela opened the office door and ushered me in.
"Stand in front of the desk," she ordered, shoving me.
I felt so embarrassed, especially with other women being present. Elena was there, sitting quietly against the wall looking at me, showing no expression. The middle aged admin lady who had read out my alleged crimes at my trial sat at her small desk unmoved by my appearance, while Izabela and another provocatively dressed young woman sat behind Madam Popescu.
Gabriela attached my ankle chain to the hook on the floor before both she and Tilly sat down. I was the only one still standing and the only one naked. The humiliation I felt, in my submissive and degrading position, caused my neglected penis to grow and throb before them all.
"Prisoner Emerson, you are wet," Madam Popescu observed.
I said nothing, I just wanted her to get on with what I expected to be my sentencing, two months was long enough to wait.
"Has it begun to rain?" she asked me.
