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 17
Day 483 - Saturday 25th November 2017
I was closing in on the final two months of my sentence, and although I'd been two months from what I'd thought was the end of my sentence twice before, this time there was a real sense of finality about it. Having the laptop at my disposal was the biggest lift to my spirits I'd had since being here. I had decided to write my story in the form of a diary so I could catalogue the approximate dates and try to form a chronological order to everything that had happened. I found the time before Casavana involving Becky, Gina and Liam was easier to work out exact dates; Casavana was much more difficult to be accurate, but I think I've got the dates fairly close.
Since receiving the laptop almost two months ago, very little happened worth reporting. I'd been beaten by my guards a few times for various misdemeanours, including several with the long ruler shaped whippy, hard plastic punishment tool. They had continually teased me and tempted me to touch them or speak out of turn. They had taunted me by describing mental images of Becky and Josh together and telling me she wouldn't want me back when I was released; did I want her back? I didn't know. I tried to ignore them and just got on with doing my time and staying clear of another judicial caning.
The hard labour days didn't let up, and I was still made to walk up and down the yard on random days. It was on those days I became most suspicious of my laptop being taken by the guards to Madam Popescu while I was away from my cell. I left little traps to catch them out if they did, like leaving a tiny thread of material I'd pulled from my mattress or pillow on top of it. There were other things I did, too; things that only someone who had had so little to do over the last sixteen months that he developed a devious way of thinking, would do. Not once, so far, did I find any evidence the laptop had been moved, but it didn't stop me from continually checking.
I didn't have to worry about keeping track of dates or times anymore as the laptop was always up to date with that. But the thing that really helped me as I wrote my story was discovering what an utter and complete fool I'd been. When I left this place in two months, my life would be totally different, I hadn't made up my mind yet exactly how I'd approach it, I had a few plans, but whatever I decided, it would be done in a calm, measured way.
I still lay on my bed thinking of Becky and this Josh character who I really did not like. I'd never met him, but just by the very occasional references made to him by Becky on her few visits or phone calls, my mind had created a picture of him. Our regular player, Liam was more acceptable than Josh, I knew him and actually quite liked him, so I would have preferred Becky to have stayed with him to torment me, rather than Josh.
It had also been a long while since my last involuntary ejaculation and now that I was getting closer to my release, I was desperate not to risk added time by having an unauthorised orgasm that could be misinterpreted. It didn't stop me from getting erections every day, and on the fewer occasions I saw the guards, the excitement within me when I did see their scantily clad bodies drove me insane with lust.
This was my third consecutive day in my cell writing my story without any brick carrying interruptions, and I was actually keen to get out into the yard for a change of scenery and to rest my eyes from staring at the computer screen. When my cell door received three sharp knocks as I relaxed during the afternoon, a mixture of excitement and fear lifted me from my bed to the floor where I awaited my visitor. Within a few seconds, Justyna was telling me to stand.
With my eyes fixed on her forehead, I breathed in her delicate fragrance as it enveloped me. If only I could have reached out and felt the smooth skin of her slim, bare waist, or rest my growing penis onto her stomach. What punishment that would have earned me wasn't worth thinking about.
"You have less than ten weeks in prison," she said, bluntly, almost accusingly.
I had to supress a smile; her words sounded good to my ears. Still slightly over two months, but having been here for sixty something weeks, to hear her say 'less than ten weeks' was very encouraging.
"I am sad you have so little time to go," she added, always leaving a pause trying to tempt me to speak without permission.
I was too experienced in Casavana to fall for that, so I remained silent, listening carefully to what she was saying.
"Do you know why I am sad that you leave so soon?" she asked.
A question; I had permission to speak. "No, Madam Justyna."
"Because my chances of getting to cane you are running out." She waited for me to slip up. I held my tongue. "Do you like me, prisoner?"
What was she up to? "Yes, Madam Justyna."
"You lie!" she snapped. "How can you like a girl who beats you many times and causes you so much frustration and now tells you she wants to cane your ass?"
"I still like you, Madam Justyna," I confirmed. I wasn't going to say anything else.
She walked around me and gripped my bottom which still retained some bruises and marks from previous regular beatings. "So, if you like me as much as you say, will you miss me when you leave?" she asked.
"Yes, Madam Justyna." My answer was simple and I had no intention of elaborating.
"I still think you lie," she said, returning to stand in front of me.
"If you like me and will miss me when you leave, what will you do to show me that it is true?"
"I don't know, Madam Justyna."
"I have a good idea for a gift you could give me before you leave."
My eyes lowered to meet hers. They were shining with lustful excitement. Was she going to ask me to give her oral sex; I'd never done that for her, she'd never asked me to. But that wasn't going to be the gift she had in mind.
