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 10
Day 323 -- Saturday 18th June 2016
The fucking chastity device had been on me for about two and a half weeks and it was driving me insane. Not only did it increase my sexual frustration to unbelievable levels, it was a nagging irritation that was much worse than the restrictive ankle chains that I'd worn for almost eleven months. At least I was given some medical treatment when the skin on my ankles became especially irritable; they'd even given me some days free of them when they flared up badly, as long as they weren't on work days.
Every five days while doing my mindless boring carrying of bricks in the yard, the hard plastic ring under my balls made the continual walking difficult. If I tried to walk normally, the ring pulled my balls, and when I tried to walk in a way to compensate, my ankles hurt in the chain cuffs. The result was, I took longer to do the work, and it was much more tiring.
The other annoyance was having a pee. I couldn't stand up as I had little control over where the stream would go. I had to sit down to ensure I didn't have to spend time cleaning my cell every time I went. Of course, with my every move being filmed, the guards took great delight in ridiculing me, telling me I was turning into a woman by having to sit down to pee.
But the worst was being so sexually frustrated and being unable to feel the release of just having a free erection. I was turned on by the slightest thing; every time any of the guards entered my cell, my penis attempted to grow and was immediately restricted. The guards, very much aware of how difficult it was for me, tried to make it worse by acting in very flirtatious manners. I was thankful Elena, who remained in my thoughts, had gone away for a few months to work in one of Madam Popescu's other establishments. I imagined how difficult it would have been giving her oral sex, as I had done on a couple of occasions, with this chastity device holding my erection in check.
I was expecting Justyna to be a constant visitor to my cell, but I hadn't seen her since the day she'd reported me. It was only a couple of days ago that I discovered she was away at a Mediterranean resort soaking up the sun. How I wished I could go away on holiday instead of being stuck inside this cell. I dreaded her coming into my cell to tease me wearing that incredibly sexy bikini, but at least I'd been spared many days of suffering her provocative presence, and I only had another ten or so days left to suffer the device.
But she did come back, and this was the day I saw her again. It was mid afternoon and the heat had risen as it had done for the last two months. When the door banged three times, I leapt to the floor wondering who had come calling at a time when no meals were due. I heard light footsteps enter the cell and approach.
"Stand up, prisoner," the order was given.
I was standing face to face with Justyna, back from her holiday looking refreshed and sun tanned, and wearing a long silky dressing gown.
"Did you miss me, prisoner, while I was away?" she asked.
"Yes, Madam Justyna," I answered, my voice shaking.
She looked down and gripped the chastity device. "I like this. It stops you from being a pervert, doesn't it?"
"I can't get an erection, Madam Justyna."
"It helps you to be more respectful to females. Does it make you feel a better person?"
She was really taking the piss. "Madam Justyna, I never sexually abused you, and I never will."
She smiled wickedly. "I lied to Madam Popescu to get you punished like this. She believed me, not you. Does it make you very frustrated?"
"Yes, Madam Justyna."
"How would you like to play a little game?"
"I don't know, Madam Justyna?"
"You have no choice, anyway. First, I chain you to the wall."
She beckoned me over to the side wall between my bed and the cell door. There were four bolts which I'd noticed the first day I entered this cell; I often wondered what they were used for, but never dared to ask. Two were spaced a metre apart just above ground level, and two, above head height, were about five feet apart. She knelt down before me and released the ankle chain that held my legs a foot apart.
"Stand with your back to the wall and put your feet by each of those," she ordered, pointing to the bolts.
She took two short leather straps from her dressing gown pocket and attached them to the bolts, and then to each of the cuffs around my ankles.
"Part your hands and put them to the top," came the next order.
She wrapped two more leather straps around my wrists and attached them to the two bolts so I was spread eagled with hands and ankles tightly gripped. She stood back to look at me standing hard against the wall.
"Try to get out," she said.
I pulled my arms and legs but to no avail, I was held fast, my body at her mercy.
