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.
Chapter 2
On day 428 of my incarceration in Casavana, Elena brought me the laptop Madam Popescu had promised me so I could write an account of my stay in her prison. This following extract is a repeat of what happened on that day when Elena came to my cell, but this time with the parts added that had previously been left out just in case Madam Popescu had lied to me about her or her staff not reading what I was writing.
Day 428 -- Saturday 1st October 2016 - Casavana
"And now for something I think will really make you happy," she said pulling something awkwardly from her briefcase. It was the laptop. "Madam Popescu has already spoken to you about writing about your time here, hasn't she?"
My heart lifted with joy as I looked at the laptop she placed on the bed. She had told the truth; she did want me to write about my experiences. "Yes, she asked me yesterday; it's something I'd love to do."
"She wants you to write about your experience in Casavana; how events led you to end up here, your time here, everything and anything you want. She has guaranteed anything you write will not be held against you, legally or personally. She wants to hear your true thoughts and true feelings about everything that has happened to you."
"Yes, she explained all that, but why would she want me to do it?" I asked, wondering if there was more that Elena knew about.
"I think it's because your time here has been unique. No-one has ever been in your position before, and I imagine she wants to keep a record of all that happened to you and how you felt to be in such a frustrating situation."
"If she wants a really full account, will four months be enough time to write everything down?"
"You can stay here longer until you finish, if you like," Elena grinned.
"No, no, I didn't mean that," the words shot out of my mouth.
"Only joking. But it's up to you if you want to do it or not."
"Yes, yes, I've already agreed with her I'll do it," I said, eagerly.
"Good. I'll leave it here with you. There's an electric point under the bed almost out of sight right in the corner so you can keep it plugged in on full charge if you like."
I picked it up and opened it. Such a simple thing people take for granted, like using a mobile phone or switching on tv. I'd had none of that for fourteen months, and the thrill of seeing the laptop screen burst forth with light almost made me gasp.
Elena leaned towards me in a conspiratorial manner and whispered. "I asked Madam Popescu if she would authorise internet access for you."
"Really?" My hopes rose even higher. "What did she say?"
"What do you think she said?"
I gave a quick laugh. Of course, there was no way I'd be given access to the web, I could be sending emails to newspapers, lawyers even, absolutely anyone I wanted. She probably wouldn't mind me looking on porn sites as it would be an even greater temptation for me to masturbate. "Do you think Madam Popescu would cancel my hard labour for the last four months so I had more time to finish writing for her?"
"Nice try, David," Elena chuckled. "She told me she would allow you no concessions whatsoever, and I think she's already told you, too. You are here for punishment, and she will be strict on that right up to your last day. She told me to remind you of that if you asked for anything. However, she did tell me to reassure you she would allow you to write anything you wanted for the purpose of keeping your story completely truthful."
"Do you think I can trust her?"
"She knows you hate your guards and the way they treat you. She probably knows what you think of her, too. But, it seems she is so interested in everything that's been going on inside your head, all your thoughts, all your perceptions of Casavana, she has given you free rein. Nothing you write, however incriminating, will be used against you in any way. She asked me to stress this to you."
"Do you really believe her?"
"Actually, I do. She has promised neither she or any of her guards or staff will read what you have written until you leave here."
"This is great," I said, my eyes fixed on the screen.
"Just to get you started and make sure you know where everything is, click on the 'word' icon."
I wasn't that dumb, I thought, but I was too happy to say anything, clicking on the icon as she suggested. I looked curiously at the folder entitled, 'David' which I opened before she said anything.
"Read silently," she whispered.
It was a message from Elena herself, the first few words were in bold capital letters:
READ THIS QUICKLY AND DON'T REACT. I have ignored Madam Popescu's order and given you access to the internet so you can email anyone you like. Maybe this email address would be of interest -- Cassie********at*****.com - Nobody knows anything about it. Not any of the guards. Not Madam Popescu. But, just to be safe, leave this bit out of your record of being here. Be careful which websites you visit, don't draw attention, and delete the browser history every time you finish using it. Make sure you memorise that email address before deleting this page when I've gone. One final tip. Try not to tilt the screen up towards any of the cameras in case they can pick up what you're writing.
I was so overwhelmed with joy, I looked at Elena with such gratitude, I didn't know what to say. I knew not to make any reference to it.
Elena continued: "When Madam Popescu told me about this plan, I talked her into giving you the laptop instead of pen and paper as it's easier to edit and change things to keep everything in order. This is for everything you've done for me while you've been stuck here. I know I've been a bitch to you, David, and caused you no end of pain and frustration, so this is my way of saying 'thank you'."
As soon as Elena left me alone, I was already deciding what I would do first, and that was compose an email I could send to Cassie. The laptop was on my knee and the browser was open ready for me to log into one of my email addresses. Before I started, I tried to recall if Becky knew the passwords of any of them. I decided to try one of the email addresses I hadn't used in a long while, it was one that had remained dormant since before I met Becky. The password was an easy one for me to remember, so I logged into it. Yes, my password was still good and the account was still active. Opening up the inbox, I discovered there were eight hundred emails, practically all of them would be junk. Even if they had been meaningful, they'd been there for at least six years without response and no harm had come for lack of action on my part.
I put Cassie's email address into my contacts list and deleted the word document. My mind went as blank as the empty page before me on the screen as I tried to think what to put. But eventually ...
