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 304 -- Monday 30th May 2016
The temperature went up dramatically towards the end of May which did nothing to cheer me up. I was missing out on the start of summer, and the relaxing times I loved, sitting on the veranda of our apartment overlooking the bay. With still two months to go, the images I imagined of Becky with Josh spending time in the apartment would not go away. It wasn't like I'd been told they'd moved in together, but not being given any news caused my imagination to go wild.
During my days of hard labour walking up and down the dreary yard carrying bricks, I was often visited by scantily dressed 'spa' girls who came to tease me and ridicule my 'poor penis' that had got no pleasure in ten months. This was particularly humiliating and the guards knew it, which is why they allowed them access and even encouraged it. The only rule was, they weren't allowed to touch me, just in case they went too far and accidently gave me an orgasm.
This afternoon, when Justyna brought my lunch, she must have been in a very sadistically cruel mood as she entered the cell and stood right in front me. With my face pointing to the ground, I could see her feet and legs were bare.
"Stand up, prisoner," she ordered.
She was wearing nothing but the skimpiest of bikinis. My mouth opened and my eyes popped out of my head; she was near enough stark naked, and my penis, that had seen no action for so long, stood rock hard and pleading in desperation.
"It is very hot today, so Madam Popescu has allowed us to get a tan in the sun. Do you think my body looks good with a tan?"
"Yes, Madam Justyna," my voice croaked.
She turned around to show me her exquisite bare buttocks visible because she was wearing a thong. I had a desperate urge to kneel down and kiss her bottom and bury my face between her crack and lick her arsehole, she looked so utterly delicious, I was losing all reason.
"Does my bottom suit this, or is it better covered?"
"Your bottom is perfect, Madam Justyna," I replied, hoping and praying my penis wasn't going to suddenly spurt a load of come at her.
She stepped closer to me. "It's a long time since you held a naked girl in your arms. You must miss that good feeling?"
"It's an absolute nightmare, Madam Justyna. I can't cope with the frustration."
"But you could be home if you hadn't chosen to stay for three months. You wanted to stay for more frustration with no sex. Are you fed up with your wife and want to lust after guards instead?"
Yes, it was true; I was utterly sick and fed up with my wife and I was cursing myself for falling for her evil request in my weakened state. Why the fuck did I volunteer to remain here for an extra three months? But, when I gave my answer, I didn't reveal my true thoughts. "No, Madam Justyna. I wanted to please my wife, but I made a bad mistake."
"You do not love her?"
She was standing so close to me; her lovely slender figure, her perfect sized breasts gently cupped in the skimpy bikini top and her sexy, slim waist. All of her just a couple of feet from me within easy reach if I wanted to move my hands to touch her and caress that soft, tanned flesh and cup those pert breasts. I wanted to kiss her succulent lips and rest my rock hard penis against her.
"I love my wife very much," I said, my voice so shaky, my mind doubting my own words.