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 7
Day 270 -- Tuesday 26th April 2016
With just four days remaining of my nine month sentence, I was as cheerful as I'd ever been in Casavana Prison. It had been an horrendous ordeal of canings, strappings and endless sexual tease and denial. During the nine months, I had only had one single satisfying orgasm, and that was on the first day I'd arrived. Somehow, I'd got away with that. In addition, I had ejaculated without any stimulation on maybe five occasions that I could remember, the last time being almost two months ago. My balls must have been so full now, but I was determined to last without any involuntary emissions for four more days. My anger towards Becky for what she'd done to me was lessening as joy at my impending release neared, but it was still simmering in the background, and doubts about our future remained. My penis, however, was very much ruling my brain and I was looking forward to going home with my beautiful, cruel wife to enjoy the greatest, most satisfyingly ecstatic orgasm of my life.
The guards hadn't eased off on me though during the final weeks, seeking to squeeze every last drop of sadistic pleasure from me that they could. I seemed to qualify for more strappings than ever from them for the slightest of infractions, and the teasing, especially from Justyna, was merciless. I got to see her naked body on three more occasions as she tried to tease me into getting one final caning before I was released.
I was also taunted quite a bit by the guards, using Becky's temporary relationship with a man while I was here in prison, as their ammunition. I guessed all of this was at the prompting of Madam Popescu who wanted them to try and entice me into reacting, thus earning myself a caning. It was very hard for me to deal with those taunts as it instilled all sorts of pictures in my mind of what Becky was getting up to with him.
The guards tried to paint pictures by making suggestions what the pair were doing in my bed back home while I was locked away getting no sexual relief whatsoever. The pictures the guards painted were nowhere near as vivid as the ones my mind conjured up. I knew just how stunningly sexy Becky was and how wonderful it was to have sex with her. It didn't matter what she did sexually to you, whether it was full sexual intercourse, oral sex or even a simple hand job, to receive an orgasm from my beautiful wife was a sensational experience, and a man who was a stranger to me was benefitting from Becky's sexual expertise while I suffered in my cell.
When my cell door banged three times on my fourth to last evening, I jumped to the floor into my usual position. Four guards entered, three in uniform; Gabriela, Izabela and Tilly. The fourth guard, Justyna, was dressed in her favourite teasing outfit of tight leggings and short, tight top. Something was going on, and my cheerful mood was tempered just a little as I awaited the news they were bringing me.
"Madam Popescu wishes to see you in her office," Gabriela, the most senior of the guards said. "Madam Izabela, would you secure the prisoner's hands behind his back."
I was pushed out of the door with no further explanation and taken, still naked, the long way around to the entrance of the main prison building in the cold evening air. I was manhandled up the steps, along a corridor and told to wait outside Madam Popescu's office. Gabriela knocked lightly on the door.
The door was opened by Miss Radu, Madam Popescu's tantalizing young secretary, the one who had been given the job of observing me while I received my two judicial canings. She had stared into my eyes watching every reaction on my face as my bare bottom was beaten with the cane.
I was marched in and my ankle chain was fixed to the bolt in the middle of the floor a few feet in front of Madam Popescu's desk. Miss Radu took up her usual position behind her boss, looking at me with mocking amusement. My penis quickly grew to attention, aware that six females were in the room with me, all of them fully clothed.
"Mr Emerson, I expect you are very much looking forward to the end of your prison sentence here at Casavana in four days time. How do you feel about going home?"
"I'm really looking forward to it, Madam Popescu," I answered, respectfully.
"I'm sure you are. I know how difficult it is for prisoners here. I ensure anyone who serves a sentence in this prison receives severe punishment, and you have endured it for almost nine months. I know you believed your sentence to be harsh, the debt you owed me was, as you said at the time, not a true debt, it was more a theoretical debt. The promotion, which I still run successfully in all my casinos, has never produced a result where the customer lost. Perhaps, if you had seen the game through to the end, you would have won back your money and not be in my room at this moment. But it was your wife who wanted you both to experience this. She has a very imaginative mind, especially when it comes to those sexual games you both play, and she very much rode the tide of evolving events without making any attempt to save you from your fate. However, at no time were you told lies about what was going on. Everything that has happened regarding your incarceration was done legally, and there were no tricks or malpractice of any kind carried out to engineer your imprisonment here. Mrs Emerson did ask me to make life in this prison as hard as I could for you. It was an unnecessary request as my sadistic nature automatically ensures I treat all my prisoners as harshly as the law allows."
She paused for a moment as if to prompt me to speak out of turn. I was used to such tactics, so I stayed silent.
"I'm sure you are wondering why you've been brought here tonight; I'm sorry if you thought I was releasing you four days early; I never give even the slightest concession to prisoners ... freely. No, the matter concerns Mrs Emerson and the man she is having a sexual relationship with. You do know about him? I believe his name is Josh."
"Yes, Madam Popescu, Becky has told me about him."
"She contacted me a couple of days ago for one of our regular chats, and we had a very nice conversation about how much she has enjoyed the company of this man." Her smile almost became a laugh as she recalled it. "She was quite explicit at times when discussing what she got up to with him. You being in prison completely banned from any sexual pleasure has been a great source of delight for your wife during her very raunchy sessions she shares with him. It helps that I keep her up to date with your experiences in here. But she did explain to me that she had no feelings for this man, and fully intends ending the relationship when you return home. Even the man knew from the start you were in prison abroad, and as soon as you were released, his relationship with your wife was over. That has not changed, Mr Emerson, so you have nothing to worry about."
I was actually very relieved to hear her say that, but my jealousy and frustration at what this man was getting from Becky still gnawed at my heart. The anger and sense of betrayal was still deep rooted within me, but the feelings from my attraction to the tease and denial games Becky inflicted on me were also rising to the surface. As much as I believed it had gone way too far, being so close to release, I was reminded of the advantages those games had for me.
"She told me she has been seeing this man, Josh, for six months, but it only became apparent to her this week that he has got your release date wrong."
At this point, Madam Popescu became slightly tentative as she spoke, which roused my concern.
