A Game of Tease, Denial and Harsh Justice
This story contains graphic details of female domination. As well as scenes of explicit sex, there are scenes of whippings, canings and strappings, also sadistic tease and denial, and use of male chastity devices. All characters are adults over the age of eighteen.
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, the city of Keara, and Casavana Prison, 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.
Book 5 - David and Becky: Resolution
I'd had many dark nights during my extended prison sentence in the femdom wing of Casavana Prison thinking about the terrible mistake I made nearly seven months ago. I had chosen to play a game with Madam Popescu where I gambled with my freedom just for a chance of securing an early release of three weeks before I was due to leave. On that day, Becky had come over to Casavana just in case I won my early release so she could take me home early. She had joined us in Madam Popescu's office to watch as I chose to accept the gamble that may have secured my ticket home. I had to choose between four envelopes, one of which was confirmation of my early release, there and then, another requiring me to stay to complete my original sentence, but the other two adding either three weeks or six months to my sentence.
My heightened sexual arousal had tricked me into accepting the gamble, and I randomly chose the envelope that added six extra months. To compound my ridiculous decision, I volunteered to take a sixty strokes judicial caning which was given a few days later while I watched live video of Becky giving oral sex and having intercourse with the man she was having a relationship with. The caning was also streamed live to them so they could watch my humiliation.
But then, six months after that terrible day, with just two weeks of the extended sentence to go, I almost had my incarceration increased to three years because of Elena, whose job was to assess all sentencing given within the judicial system of Siskovia Province. I'd allowed Madam Popescu to use a hypothetical sexual offence to be used to legalise my extra months in prison, but Elena seized upon it, despite knowing it was fabricated, as an opportunity to report my case for re-sentencing.
Elena was the young woman who I had befriended in Casavana Prison. Despite her being a prison staff member, we had confided in each other, shared our problems, and tried to offer each other support whichever way we could. I had come to trust Elena more than any other person, apart from Dr Petran, of course, who had been on my side from the moment I first met her, right until the end. Perhaps Elena had turned out to be the most sadistic of them all; a student of psychology, she had used her education to deviously play with me, using me as her personal sexual plaything whenever she had the urge. Her actions had resulted in me being unfairly caned, just to gain a promotion within the prison. She had somehow talked me into forgiving her for that, but then, just within the final two weeks of my sentence, fearful of losing her pet, she had fought like a demon to increase my sentence to three years, meaning I would still have another two and a half years remaining in prison.
Fortunately, Dr Petran intervened on my behalf and invented two witnesses who were willing to testify against Madam Popescu for exceeding the limit on the number of cane strokes given to me during a punishment. Through fear of prosecution herself, Madam Popescu admitted to the Judge that the guard who accused me of the sexual offence may have exaggerated what I had allegedly done. However, despite her misgivings, the law was on Elena's side, and the Judge was unable to avoid increasing my sentence. However, due to the doubts about the original trial, and much to Elena's dismay, the Judge immediately suspended the sentence. I was given the green light by her to leave Casavana Prison after the original six months extension was complete.
Throughout this last six months in Casavana, I had received numerous extra hard strappings with a long, hard plastic instrument just over an inch wide and about a quarter of an inch thick that Madam Popescu had introduced; she called it a paddle whip. I underwent more teasing by various sexy young ladies who used their naked bodies to torture me; this included me giving oral sex to my tormentors, and just four weeks ago endured a twenty four stroke caning and a back whipping from Justyna and some of the guards from the main prison. At least the marks on my back had mostly disappeared as quickly as Madam Popescu had promised they would, but there were still faint markings left on my buttocks from Justyna's cane. My bottom was seriously red though, from the many strappings I'd received in just the final couple of days.
Apart from the very first day I arrived in Casavana Prison, at no other time did I break the rules by giving myself hand relief, and I was certainly not ever given sexual relief by any of the guards or other female staff in Casavana. However, on numerous occasions, I'd had accidental and uncontrollable ejaculations, such was the build up of sexual frustration that had to overflow eventually. None of them gave me any pleasure whatsoever.
The only reprieve from the boredom of sitting alone in my prison cell was when Madam Popescu allowed me to write about my time in Casavana. To ensure I gave her an accurate and honest account, she provided me with a laptop and an absolute assurance my work would not be read by her or any of her staff until I'd left. Leaving my cell for the last time on the morning I was to go home, I had a final glance at the closed laptop on which I had written most, but not every detail of my time before and during my stay. I'm sure, once I was through the outer door of Casavana Prison, Madam Popescu would have that laptop in her office, reading everything I had written.
Chapter 1
It felt surreal sitting in the passenger seat of the car being driven by Becky after so many months being locked up in a cell. Casavana Prison was getting further and further behind us as we made our way in the direction of Keara airport for our flight home. Once before, Becky had picked me up from prison back home after completing a sentence, but that had been for just a single month. Having been locked in a cell for eighteen months in Casavana, the sights and sounds of normal life were incredible. Instead of fixing my eyes on Becky's lovely long smooth tempting legs, I looked at the people in the streets, going into shops, doing all the regular things free people did. I was one of them again, and I couldn't wait to get on that plane and fly home and do all the simple things I'd missed.
"How does it feel to be a free man?" Becky asked, waking me from my daydreams.
"I can't tell you how good it is," I answered. "I was just thinking of all the things I took for granted before going to Casavana." A sudden feeling of sadness came over me as it struck me how much of my life had been wasted sitting in a prison cell. The sadness slowly turned to anger which, as planned, I was doing well to control.
"Why did you allow all that to happen to me, Becky?" I asked, trying to make the question conversational rather than confrontational.
"I suppose it all escalated out of control, David." She sounded apologetic. "It wasn't my intention to have you locked up for anything like that length of time."
"It was eighteen months!" I was seriously trying to hold my tongue, not wanting to spoil my first half hour of freedom.
She sighed. "I should have put a stop to it before it had even started, but you know how my mind works, I like to control things. But I also like to see where random paths take me, and take advantage of situations that pop up. I didn't actually plan anything that happened, but I did see opportunities that may never have come around again."
"It was horrible being stuck in that prison with those sadists."
"Unfortunately, I saw it as something to take advantage of."
"Unfortunately for me, you mean, I was the one who really suffered," I protested.
"But that's how our games play out, David. You are always the one that suffers; that's what I get off on. That's what you get off on. Do you want that to change?"
She was turning the discussion around to get her own way as she usually did, and it was partially working because I could feel my penis beginning to swell in my pants. I could sense I was going to struggle to keep focussed on the plan I'd decided upon for my release day during the latter days in Casavana. I still loved tease and denial, Becky was still the best partner to fulfil my desires, but she had gone way too far and demonstrated I could not trust her to keep those games sane and consensual. I wanted to keep calm and in control of myself until the time was right to really express my feelings, but I was getting turned on sitting next to her as I felt the vibrant sexuality she exuded.
