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 14
Day 118 -- Thursday 26th November 2015
Moving into November, the fourth month I had been here, I was feeling depressed. It was partly due to the non-appearance of Elena who I had become quite friendly with. Although she worked for Madam Popescu and was training to be one of the guards who would have unrestricted access to punishing me, she had treated me well, and we'd confided our problems to each other. Several weeks had gone by since she told me of her frustrations of working in the brothel and how she felt she wasn't being given opportunities to practice using the leather belt on prisoners' bottoms. I had even offered her my own flesh to beat if she ever became so frustrated with those men she had to deal with. Since that day, I had seen nothing of her, and I was dismayed and a little annoyed with her that she'd not bothered to say 'hello', even on my days outside in the yard.
More importantly, the weeks were passing since Elena had sent that message to Cassie. The longer it went without seeing her, the more I was thinking either she hadn't bothered sending it, or Cassie had decided there was no point keeping in contact with me. I really didn't know why I thought a girl with a life of her own a thousand miles away would want to get involved with writing meaningless emails through a third party to a man she hardly knew. But this is what prison does to you; it changes your outlook on reality. Things that are trivial and without any substance suddenly become of earth shattering importance. You develop a feeling the whole world revolves around you and when others don't see it that way, paranoia and frustration sets in.
Every time the cell door was opened over those weeks, I hoped it was Elena with the news I was anxious for. Why my focus changed from Becky to Cassie, I don't know; maybe it was because I no longer expected anything from my wife that would give me hope. I was still angry with her, but I still loved her, and deep down, I wanted life to get back to how it was before she went too far in her desire to torture me for her enjoyment. Maybe it was too much to wish for, she had already gone too far, but whenever I thought of being home with her, without all the sex games, my heart lifted.
Eventually, I did get a visit that cheered me up, but it wasn't from Elena, it was from Dr Petran, who had promised she would be doing prisoner health checks every three months. I didn't really have any faith I'd see her again, but when she breezed into my cell during the afternoon, my eyes lit up. She quickly dismissed Madam Izabela who offered little opposition to the doctor's snappy commands.
"Good afternoon, David," she said without emotion. "How are you coping?"
"Not good, Dr Petran," I answered.
"I see they still have you naked," she said as she approached me and began the same examination as she'd carried out during my first week. "Are you warm enough?"
"They do put the heating on in the cell, so I'd have to say yes. It's going outside that's getting quite cold, but they actually put outdoor electric heaters under the covered part of the yard. That helps."
"Disgraceful!" she uttered. "Treating human beings like that."
Dr Petran was a handsome woman with a strong, overpowering and yet compassionate personality. She did nothing provocative to arouse me, dressed once again in her white coat, but her warm demeanour and her calm controlled attitude was enough to get my penis stirring.
Seeing my reaction must have prompted her next question: "Have you ejaculated since I saw you last?"
Immediately my defences came up and for the first time in her presence, suspicion rose inside me. "I've not enjoyed an orgasm," I said, as if protesting against an allegation. "I've not done it on purpose."
"David," she said calmly, looking me in the eye. "I am not one of your guards, I am your doctor. The question concerns your general health and is not designed to get you into trouble."
"I'm sorry, doctor, but I'm worried what I say will be picked up on the cameras."
"They do not record sound."
I didn't know that; I'd always assumed they did, and I felt quite relieved. "Oh, I didn't realise."
"It is through the emergency intercom next to the door that they can hear you, and that is only if you activate it."
Of course, she was correct, but it hadn't been clearly explained to me. "I've ejaculated twice," I admitted, looking shamefully down at the floor. "But I didn't help it with my hand," I added, looking up at her.
"That's something, I suppose. But it isn't good for your mental health that your only sexual outlet is through involuntary ejaculations. I honestly wish I could do something about this for you, but unfortunately, the laws of the Judicial system would back up Madam Popescu's stance."
She continued her examination, including the anal examination with me laying on my side on the bed. That was very uncomfortable and there was nothing I could do to divert myself from a feeling of humiliation; and not the humiliation that turned me on occasionally when the guards treated me badly.
"I see you have some bruising on your buttocks; I take it you have been receiving regular beatings."
"I hardly need to do anything wrong for them to beat me with those straps they have."
"Barbaric!" she said, tutting.
