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
Day 423 - Monday 26th September 2016
What a surprise I got almost two weeks later when someone came into my cell who I hadn't seen for six months. It was Elena! She was as beautiful as ever with her long blonde hair resting lazily on her shoulders. She wore a plain white T-shirt and a short, leather skirt showing off her long, tanned legs down to her ankle boots. She looked smart and intelligent with a keen, mature, but sexy look in her eyes.
"I only got back to Casavana today and I couldn't believe it when I saw your name still on the prisoner list. I thought you were meant to be released at the end of April, what happened?" She sounded genuinely concerned as she came over and hugged me warmly, but taking care to avoid her lower regions touching my cock cage.
"It's a long story," I said.
"I've got time, and it looks like you have, too."
Not wanting to make any errors, I thought I'd best check. "Do you give me permission to speak, Madam Elena?"
"Of course I do, always. I enjoy chatting to someone in English, I don't get many opportunities living here. So, tell me, how come you're still in prison?"
I sighed, feeling a little foolish for what I was about to tell her. I explained how I had made two foolish choices. Accepting Becky's request to stay an extra three months because her lover had got confused with my release date, then being coerced into taking a bet which could have meant leaving Casavana three weeks early. "I had more to lose than gain with that stupid gamble though, so I really don't know why I did it. I suppose, with Becky being there, I knew how excited she would be watching me risk another six months in prison. But, my overriding thought of walking out of this prison on that day, three weeks early; it was a massive temptation I couldn't resist. I think Becky was hoping I'd lose so she'd get another six months with her lover." I spoke the last sentence a little grumpily.
"You must have been a little sexually excited about it yourself?" she said, seeing into my mind.
"A little," I reluctantly admitted.
"You were so close to going home, and the idea of risking being able to walk out a free man, you found so arousing ... oh David." She shook her head in disappointment with me. "What must that have felt like, picking the envelope that meant you had another six months of torture ahead of you?"
"I was so frustrated with myself; you wouldn't believe it. But then I did something even more stupid, I don't know why, but I admitted masturbating on the very first day I arrived here."
"Noooo!" She clasped her hands over her mouth.
"I know."
"That could have earned you a ..."
I was nodding my head. "It did."
"A judicial caning? It would have been your third, so sixty strokes. And she did it?"
"Yes. Madam Popescu was thoroughly ruthless. Even though I voluntarily confessed, and I hadn't done anything to warrant an extra six months in prison, it was just a stupid gamble, she showed no mercy and sentenced me to be caned."
"Oh, you poor thing, you do seem to be very unlucky getting these canings all the time," she sympathised, placing a gentle hand on my arm. "And while we're on the subject of unlucky canings, I know I was way out of order what I did to you."
"It's forgotten," I said. I was just happy to see a friendly face.
"No, I was out of order, but you know I had to prove myself to be ruthless to pass the course for Madam Popescu. You got forty strokes of the cane because of me and you didn't deserve it. I truly wish I could make it up to you."
I shrugged.
"Oh," she said, happily, "there is something I hope will brighten your day. It's been so long since I saw you, I was never able to give you a message from Cassie. Actually, Dr Petran sent me an email to say she'd contacted your secret girlfriend to explain why the correspondence had stopped, so I've even got a reply from that. So, two emails to tell you about."
That news really was good and it did give me a lift. "That's great, what did she say?"
"I haven't brought the printouts with me but I read them last night. The first one said she wanted to keep in touch until you came home, but that was the one from ages ago. The second one which was only a couple of weeks ago was forwarded from Dr Petran. She said she had been worried and almost went to see your wife to find out what was happening."
"Oh shit!" I exclaimed. "I hope she didn't."
"No, I don't think she did; that wouldn't have been good for any of us if your wife found out about those emails."
