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 15
First few days after Becky's visit on 27th November 2015
The visit of Becky left me feeling worse than ever. I was starting to have vivid dreams of her and the wonderful teasing games we used play at home in the good, early days after we were married. I yearned for those days and hoped one day those magical sessions would return. Those dreams were so real, I could feel the soft bedding of the king sized bed at home under my naked back. I could feel the handcuffs fixed to the two outer bars of the headboard and the ties around my ankles that were attached to the outer bars at the foot of the bed. I would be stretched, spread-eagled and naked, helpless against whatever Becky wanted to do to me.
It was of one of our typical sex games, a routine Becky loved to play out where the build up was mostly the same, but the outcome was different. She would strip naked at the side of the bed, just out of my reach, watching my erection throb with lust. Then she would climb onto me, straddling my stomach, ignoring my needy penis. She would lean down and kiss me so sexily with those soft lips. She would slip her tongue into my mouth and lick my lips before moving along the side of my face to gently nibble my earlobes. It would drive me wild, feeling her breasts rub against me as she did it. I wanted to wrap my hands around her and hug her close, to feel the softness of her skin, but I was handcuffed and unable to do anything I wanted.
Moving down to my exposed neck, she would continue to lick, kiss and nibble while her hands drifted towards my nipples. Her tickling fingers would flick gently over them knowing how much it drove me wild. She worked slowly and sensually, never saying a word, letting her mouth and fingers do her talking. My penis would be getting more and more desperate as she gradually increased the sexual tension using my most sensitive erogenous zones; she knew them all. She did it without offering any attention to my penis which drove me insane with lustful desire. To ignore the only part of my body where it could all be released was an unbearable torture. She knew what it did to me; she would make me wait, the more frustration she could build up within me, the more powerful would be the relief when it finally came.
The teasing torture would continue as she edged her body further down, her buttocks almost, but not quite, touching my penis. She knew how desperate I was for that, but it wasn't about pleasure just yet, she wanted to frustrate and cause my unfulfilled lust to grow yet more. She would keep herself just out of reach of my penis while she licked and nibbled my nipples, her delicate fingers lazily tickling under my arms. I would shudder with frustrated ecstasy and she would always laugh at that. She knew how insane it drove me, so she would concentrate her efforts there for many minutes until I was begging her to move further down.
When she eventually did move further down, my penis would be thoroughly erect and rock hard, pleading to be touched, licked and stroked. It knew the pleasure she could give it, and it wanted it badly. But, even that was too soon, she wouldn't be satisfied she'd tortured me enough. Her fingers would move around my groin, tickling between my legs, under my testicles, before softly brushing against them. She would be so gentle, and so teasing that I would struggle against the tight cuffs. I wanted to release myself and grab her and pull her to me so I could enter her wet pussy and thrust until I emptied myself into her. But no, this had to be done her way, like it or not. Knowing the torment this was putting me through, she revelled in the power she had.
Then, when I felt I could take it no more, she would wrap her hand around my penis and give it one or maybe two gentle, teasing strokes. That was all, because she would come right back up to my nipples and gently bite them and tickle them until I pleaded for her to release me. Back down to my penis, only when she chose, she would run her soft, wet tongue right up the stem and take the end in her mouth. It was so deliciously frustrating, the torture she put me through. Then, when the time for release arrived, she would move her face close to mine and whisper so sexily to me: "Are you ready to come for me?" I would stutter, "yes."
She would move back down and take my cock in her mouth and give me the best, most fulfilling climax any man could hope for. She would lick, suck, stroke and tease me to an orgasm that was so powerful and lasting, I would almost cry with pleasure. She would untie me and join me on the bed and lie with me, our naked bodies entwined to ease me down from the earth-shaking orgasm she'd given me. When I was able to move again, we would continue with hours of lovemaking, enjoying every part of each other's bodies until we were left exhausted.
BUT... the sessions didn't always end that way; with Becky, she often introduced a twist to add white knuckle excitement to our sex lives. Knowing just how amazing it was to be taken on such a journey to ecstasy meant I knew the heart wrenching agony of what I was missing when she chose to take the session one of two different and sadistically cruel ways.
One way was, as soon as she took my penis in her mouth to bring on that final ecstatic release, she would immediately stop, climb off the bed and sit beside me and say: "I'm so sorry, poor David, not today."
I would close my eyes in frustration as my teased penis stood up rock hard, aching for release. I would plead and beg, but nothing I said would ever get her to change her mind. She would wait until I had accepted her decision before climbing back onto me. This time, she would sit on my face with her lovely, soft buttocks positioned perfectly for my adoring kisses; her bottom was so sexy, and she knew it. She would grind her buttocks onto my face while I licked her delicious arsehole. This would do nothing to ease my sexual frustration, but I worked hard to reward her for the sadistic teasing she'd subjected me to.
Licking her there drove her insane and she would soon position her pussy over my mouth. It would be wet with lust, and she would rub it into my face while I licked for all I was worth. Despite the frustration her teasing had caused me, I wanted to please her as much as possible. She would come over and over until she could take no more; then she would fall beside me on the bed exhausted. When she had recovered her strength, she would go for a shower and get dressed, leaving me to watch her, tied up until I cooled down.
The other way the session would proceed just after she took me into her mouth was even more frustrating if you could believe it. She would continue with the oral sex, giving me as much pleasure as she could. The insanely ecstatic sexual pleasure would build and build as she stroked and sucked my rock hard penis. I would lay back allowing the joyous feelings to flow through my body bringing me ever closer to climax. But when she knew I had reached the point of no return, she would take her hand from my penis and let it fall from her mouth. While she looked into my pleading, desperate eyes with a gleam in hers, the semen would dribble lifelessly from my penis. I would thrust into the air trying to find friction that would restore my pleasure, but sadly my efforts would be in vain.
I would moan in the agony of a ruined orgasm and Becky would laugh at my anguish. She made sure I was completely finished so I could enjoy no remnant of the lost orgasm before climbing onto my face inviting me to give her what she'd just robbed from me. Again, using my eager tongue and face, her orgasms would flow, many of them, until she flopped onto the bed next to me. I think the ruined orgasms amused her the most.
After having these dreams, or daytime recollections, I experienced the lowest points of my time here in the cell. I would yearn for those early days with Becky, as I lay on my back, looking up at the blank ceiling and blank grey walls. While I lived out those memories, my penis would be rigid, forever desperate to feel Becky's soft hands, or cool, succulent lips wrapped seductively around it. I felt a million miles away from that, and it made me weep with anger and frustration. How I missed that life, how I wanted to go home, not in five more months, but now.
After so long in this terrible prison, my emotions were all over the place. Although I was settled into the routine, I hated every minute of it. I had not had a hot tasty meal, or even a truly hot drink, or enjoyed a thoroughly hot shower or been to the toilet without feeling prying eyes on me. I had been humiliated every day by beautiful girls who had beaten my buttocks with thick leather straps because they enjoyed it. I'd been starved of any physical intimacy and not even allowed to masturbate without threat. My life was total boredom stuck in here within the same four walls, or in a mercilessly drab yard where I carried bricks aimlessly every five days. And yet, as well as hating it with a fury that drove me to the point of insanity, the injustice of it also drove my lust to levels I did not understand. It was the worst of times, but it was also the best.
