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 8
My head was buzzing after the session I'd had with Becky and Gina, and when I got back to the apartment, I grabbed a beer and went to sit on the balcony. It was by no means a warm afternoon, especially as evening was approaching, but the cool sea air blowing in off the bay refreshed me. I couldn't deny, the session in the dungeon with Gina and then Becky had been mind blowing. Being so severely restrained had brought back all the memories of being caned at Casavana, but without the hopeless feeling of never-ending incarceration that came with it. Those cane strokes were extremely painful and invigorating, but most of all, exciting. The pain, humiliation, the total power exchange was something I needed. I would never be able to give that up. Following that, to once again experience having two beautiful naked young women sitting on me; one on my face and one on my legs giving me oral was my dream come true.
I had felt guilty about Cassie as soon as the session had finished, primarily because I'd enjoyed it so much on such a deep level. As beautiful, sexy and stunning as Cassie was, I knew I could never reach a level of sexual fulfilment with her that I could with Becky. That guilt still remained with me as I swallowed another mouthful of cold beer from the bottle. Cassie was a lovely, kind and compassionate young woman who I knew could make me happy ... but, would I be happy enough? The time for decision making was fast approaching, but which way I would swing, I did not know.
My mobile phone rang; it was Cassie, and she sounded excited. "I've got an interview in Edinburgh," she said.
"That's fantastic news," I replied. "Is it a college?"
"Sort of. Because I've already got qualifications in graphic design, a company is offering a place with opportunities to study further while working for them. Money's pretty crap to start with, but it's something I know I'll really enjoy."
"That's great, Cassie. When's the interview?"
"Monday ..."
I was waiting for her to say more, but I quickly picked up on some hesitancy. "Oh, Monday, so when are you going up there?"
"That's the thing, David. "If I'm successful in the interview, and I've pretty much been told I'm exactly the sort of person they're looking for, they'll want me to start straightaway. I'm leaving tomorrow morning ... and I may not come back."
It was devastating for me to hear that, and it was at that point I realised how much Cassie meant to me. "How can you be sure they'll take you on before the interview?" I asked, trying to sound upbeat.
"I spoke to them over the phone this afternoon; it was quite a long chat and I really hit it off with the manager. She said the in-person interview would be a formality."
I was pleased for her and yet saddened, for selfish reasons, by what she was telling me. "Where will you stay?"
"They'll put me up temporarily in some digs until I find somewhere for myself. I'll be in a hotel from tomorrow night until Tuesday though, so it got me wondering ... do you fancy a weekend in Edinburgh?"
I was not expecting that, and now I felt I was being drawn away from Becky with whom I'd just made a meaningful step forward. Only moments earlier, I had felt I was approaching the time when I had to make a decision which way forward to go, how prophetic a thought that had been. It felt like I was being railroaded into making that decision by circumstances over which I had no control.
"I'd love to, but it's the apartments. Things are beginning to pick up and it's such short notice to ask someone else to look after this weekend's changeover."
"What about Becky? She's still half owner, isn't she?"
It occurred to me I'd hardly discussed with Cassie where I was up to with Becky. I hadn't mentioned anything about the times we'd chatted over the phone or when we'd met in the casino ... and as for this afternoon's little adventure in Madam Popescu's dungeon with her and Gina, it had only just happened, so I'd had no time to tell her about it or the feelings it had stirred up. There was no reason for Cassie to believe I hadn't told Becky about my new relationship with her going so strong. To Cassie, it was quite a reasonable request for me to ask Becky to look after things for the weekend.
"I'll see what I can do," I answered.
"That doesn't sound too positive," Cassie said, sounding a little hurt.
"I could try Jim and Poppy if Becky can't do it, but like I said, it's very short notice."
"Ok, David, the offer stands, just let me know what you want to do."
Her response sounded as though she was disappointed, at least she still wanted me to go. But what would come of me going to Edinburgh for the weekend, as I would never be staying up there permanently with her ... would I? This was becoming more complicated than I wanted it to be.
I got straight on the phone to Becky without giving any further consideration to the implications of me going up to Edinburgh.
"David," she said, sounding surprised. "Didn't expect to hear from you so soon after our little threesome."
"It's just that something's come up ..."
"Already?" she giggled. "I thought you were quite satisfied when you left me earlier. Either I've lost my touch, or it was so good you want some more."
I laughed nervously at her joke. Reminding me of our naked time together only hours earlier made what I was about to ask sound even worse. "Definitely the latter," I answered.
"Glad to hear it. So, what can I do for you?"
"Ok, Becky, this might seem really cheeky of me to ask this, but Cassie's just been on the phone."
"Your girlfriend, Cassie," Becky said, mischievously. She could sense I was uncomfortable and wanted to make it worse for me.
