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 and without 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 11
The following two days, Thursday and Friday, I busied myself around the apartments finding maintenance jobs to do, chatting to guests and thinking. So much had happened in just the last couple of weeks, from Gina's intervention when she took me to her dungeon and caned me, finally splitting up with Cassie, an enforced decision I still had niggling uneasy feelings about, and then the evening at the casino, meeting Madam Popescu again and ending up locked in my cock cage after giving Becky oral.
The biggest thing on my mind was who Madam Popescu had brought with her from Casavana. She said I'd be pleased to see her, but the only people I met there who hadn't abused me were Dr Petran and the legal representative I was given, Catina Mitrea. I doubted very much whether either of them would have accompanied Madam Popescu over here, neither of them were her employees anyway.
I hadn't seen Becky since she left the morning after she fitted my cock cage as she was busy in the casino doing Madam Popescu's accounts, so I couldn't press her into revealing our mystery guest. I could have contacted Gina, but chose not to, so, I just had to be patient ... and trust Becky!
Becky turned up on Saturday morning to help out with guest changeover day, making only a fleeting comment about my cock cage. She asked if I was enjoying being locked up and at her mercy once again. I had to admit, it was giving me a thrill being under her control again, but it was the trust thing that niggled at me. I really did have some distance to go before I could really trust her.
I was getting quite excited about the mystery guest turning up later in the evening, but no matter how much I pressed, Becky would give me no clue. We were in April and the early spring weather was turning out to be sunny and warm, so after sharing a late afternoon shower, we both wore loose comfortable clothing, had a bite to eat and awaited our guests by sitting on the balcony watching the sun begin its descent towards the western horizon.
When Becky's mobile phone pinged, she took a quick glance at it. "Our guests will be here in ten minutes."
I felt my heartbeat quicken a little and I even noticed a slight stirring in my cock cage.
"Come on, David, I need to get you fixed up in the bedroom," she said, jumping to her feet.
I looked up at her, a deep frown expressing my shock at her request. "What?"
"You didn't think tonight would be straight forward, did you?"
"I did actually."
"Still much more memory jogging needed about my evil mind, me thinks." She raised her eyebrows and gestured for me to follow her.
"Why, what's going on?"
"Stage one was your acceptance of being in the cock cage for a few days with me holding the key. How has that gone for you?"
"I'm still in it and you did promise I'd be released either today or tomorrow, so presumably stage one hasn't ended yet."
"That's true. I already know we'll pass the stage one test, firstly because you've already passed it by accepting it being put on you, and I know I'll pass because it will definitely come off on one of those times I mentioned. There is a slight overlap with stage one and stage two because this second stage is about to begin," she explained. "All you have to do is show that you trust me, but again, I must earn your trust by proving to you I can be trusted."
"What's going to happen?" I was trying to stall her, but whatever Becky had planned, I knew I was going to have to go along with it. After all, it was stage two!
I followed her to the bedroom where I found she had already made some preparations as the chair had been positioned a few feet away from the bed, and parcel tape and a pair of scissors were on the seat. I had a good idea where this was headed, and when she asked me to strip naked, my guess was proved correct.
"Before I get you all taped up, do you need the bathroom as you might be in this for a while?"
Now I was worried, so I accepted the offer of a quick trip to the bathroom and returned, obediently stripping naked and sitting in the chair. As had happened on previous occasions, Becky taped each of my legs to the front chair legs. She didn't fasten me too tightly so my flow of blood wasn't affected, but with many loops covering most of my ankles, escape was impossible. Then my arms were taped to the bars at the back of the chair, again not too tightly, but with enough loops to make it impossible to get free. Then, something that had never been done by Becky before, she got a blindfold to cover my eyes.
"Is this really necessary, Becky?" I asked, as she began wrapping the material around my head.
"Yes, and I'm going to put some headphones over your ears so you can listen to some music."