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 11
Day 345 -- Sunday 10th July 2016
I was awakened by the usual three bangs on the door of my cell and the lights going on. I was still exhausted from yesterday's hard labour exercise in the yard, and for some unknown reason I had been made to carry four hundred bricks. That was the usual for a special punishment day, all I could come up with was, because I had only three weeks to go, they were ensuring I felt punished right up to the end of my sentence. They had only informed me it was to be a full day when they brought breakfast in the morning so I wasn't psyched up for it. And with my mind focussed on counting down the days to going home, I found it difficult to get into my stride, culminating in me finishing at after one 'o' clock in the morning. That earned me a strapping from Madam Justyna as soon as I returned to my cell.
Gabriela, the head guard, brought my breakfast, just the usual; two pieces of toast with a smear of butter and a cup of tea, but not a problem because soon I'd be enjoying something much more appetising. In just a few short weeks, I would be having a proper breakfast, perfectly cooked; sausage, bacon, eggs, mushrooms, tomatoes, hash browns, toast, orange juice and coffee. If the weather was nice, I'd have it outside on the veranda overlooking the bay. I just had to be patient and await the day they would come in and release me for the final time from my cell.
It had now been about three weeks since Justyna and Kateryna had come into my cell and teased me while I wore the cock cage. I had been teased by them to such a state of agony that I had come inside the restriction giving me no pleasure whatsoever. In the time that followed, I had still suffered the frustration of no orgasm and no further release of my sperm in involuntary ejaculations. Despite my anger and frustration with Becky, I still thought of her getting hold of my penis in her hand or mouth or sliding it softly inside her smooth wet pussy. Each time the thought of how close I was to finally enjoying that moment was constantly causing erections. I knew it would continue until I was home with Becky where I would accept nothing less than the reward I was long overdue. What happened after that, would depend on how strong I was prepared to be.
Later that morning, I got unexpected visitors when Gabriela and Izabela came to my cell. "Stand up, prisoner," Gabriela ordered.
I jumped to attention, this felt different.
"Madam Popescu wants to see you," she said, approaching me. "Put your hands behind your back."
With my hands secured behind my back, I was marched roughly out of my cell. Up the steps and into the yard, the uncovered part was bathed in hot sunshine. It was incredible to think I had been here for so close to a whole year, arriving on a day just like this, not expecting to stay as long as I had. I glanced up at the hook protruding from the building wall with the chain hanging. That was where, on a freezing winter night, I had been strung up, naked, and made to suffer for six agonisingly cold minutes while the guards, all dressed in warm furs stood around enjoying my agony.
The pile of bricks lay stacked where I'd left them the previous night after my long day of carrying them up and down the yard. I wondered how many times I'd moved that stack over the year I'd been here. I still had a few more days of doing that before I left here!
Out of the yard and into the main arrival area, I saw a few cars parked as well as one of the prison vans. A little surge of panic pulsed through me as the thoughts of freedom on the other side of those gates suddenly felt so near and yet so far. Why did Madam Popescu want to see me in her office? What if she had some bad news for me? What if I wasn't going home in three weeks? Up the steps, and we were inside the main building and walking along the corridors to reach her office.
"Wait here," Gabriela ordered, while she knocked on the door.
"Enter," Madam Popescu called.
I was shoved inside the room, and with a quick glance around, my eyes fell upon Becky, seated next to the wall on my left. She was wearing a short, white skirt, her tanned bare legs were crossed with her hands resting one on top of the other on her knee. She wore a shirt, tied in a knot in front of her, revealing her bare midriff and cleavage. Her hair was tied back off her face with loose strands dangling sexily onto her cheeks. Why was she here? What the fuck was going on? When she smiled at me, I didn't know whether it was a gloating smile or an expression of pleasure in seeing me. I responded with a blank look which expressed my contempt for what I assumed would be something bad she was about to do to me.
Next to her sat Justyna, staring at me; I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but she too had her legs crossed. She was wearing leggings and a short denim jacket. Tilly was standing next to Madam Popescu's desk in guard uniform while the middle aged court official who did all the paperwork sat with her back to me at a desk to my right. She seemed quite indifferent to my arrival, preferring to hit the keys of her laptop.
A chain was attached to my ankle which secured me to the floor bolt a few feet in front of Madam Popescu's large desk. She looked up at me, her face stern and showing no emotion.
"Mr Emerson, I expect you are wondering why you are in my office with your wife in attendance."
I said nothing, but inside my head, there was plenty going on.
"You may speak openly, Mr Emerson," she added.
"Why am I here, Madam Popescu, and why is Becky here?" I asked. I was totally confused.
"Usually, I never offer early release to any of my prisoners, but in your case..." she paused.
"When? Today?" A mix of joy and disbelief rose within me. I looked at Becky who was smiling at me.
"Would you like to be on this evening's flight to London?"
"Yes, Madam Popescu?" I said, my words almost tripping over each other in excitement.
"I have papers already completed and signed which authorise your unconditional and immediate release."
This was real! It was actually happening.
