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.
"Yes, Madam Popescu," I answered.
"Let's get down to business. I said you would be informed of your sentence when you had served two months with us. And I assured you when you arrived, you would serve at least an additional month after this. Today sees the completion of that initial two months and therefore I will now reveal to you the full length of your sentence. The punishment you are to receive for the debt you have failed to settle is as follows. You will be imprisoned here in Casavana for a total period of nine months ..."
"Nine months?" I interrupted loudly. I couldn't help myself, I was so shocked.
"Prisoner!" Madam Popescu said very sternly. "You know you are not allowed to speak without permission, the violation has been noted. I advise you strongly to control yourself." She paused.
There was anger and frustration within me that I was finding difficult to control, but I had to struggle against the urge to yell obscenities at her.
"You have served two months already which means you have another seven months to serve in this prison before you are released." She fixed her eyes on mine as if challenging me to embark on another outburst. My mind was in turmoil; I couldn't cope with seven more months of this. I looked at the faces of all the ladies there and was met by either indifference or amused grins.
"I know this must come as a shock to you, Mr Emerson, but that is the sentence I wish you to serve, and you have no right of appeal. I will however allow you to respond ... in a civilised manner ... to the sentence you have received. You may do so now."
I tried to compose myself with a great deal of effort. It was so difficult being chained in the middle of a room, naked, and surrounded by seven ladies who had watched as I was given a prison sentence. They all knew how sexually frustrated I was, having been banned from even masturbating to relieve myself; my very erect penis on full view for them all to see was proof of that. To add more to my humiliation, they could see from the line of precum that had leaked from the shiny bulbous end to the floor, they knew how close to coming I was. And now they all awaited my response to the devastating news.
"Madam Popescu, I'm shocked by the sentence you've given me, in fact I can't believe how severe it is. It's not just the time I have to spend in the cell, it's everything that goes with it. I have practically nothing to do all day, I look at bare walls. The only exercise is in that horrible drab yard where I lug bricks one at a time up and down. I have no privacy in my cell to even go to the toilet, but the biggest, most harrowing, agonising thing you make me suffer is not being allowed to masturbate, especially being constantly teased by the beautiful women who are with me every day. I can't stand it."
"Would you prefer transfer to a federal prison where the prison guards will definitely not tease you?" she said with a mocking grin.
"No, Madam Popescu, I would prefer to go home, I've suffered enough. I'm not a criminal, I've not committed any crimes, you said so yourself when I came here, I don't deserve to be punished like I am being."
