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 18
I had five more days remaining to serve in Casavana, and I was just about surviving. Madam Popescu had told me Becky would be returning to work on the accounts for the prison and would be staying until my last day. Presumably all the plane tickets would have been acquired and we would fly home together, reunited in our new, equally driven, tease and denial sex games. Since two days earlier when Madam Popescu had played around with my mind instilling a frightening level of confusion inside me, I had settled down to a certain extent. The trust issue was something that had become a theme over the last few weeks in here, and also before I arrived when Becky finally acknowledged it.
Left in my cell since speaking with Madam Popescu, I had time to think about it all. Although desperate to hear the truth of what Josh had been doing in our bedroom with Becky, I still believed everything would turn out as I wanted. But I had to be strong to hold onto that belief firmly telling myself, the photograph of them together, Josh naked, was not telling the true tale. I had to trust my wife and my jailer.
I was feeling quite relaxed laying on my back, imagining what it would be like in less than a week, back home in my own apartment. The summer sunshine would be beaming in through the windows and across the balcony and all my worries would be over, I would have my perfect world back. Of course, there remained niggling doubts whether my trust in Becky was justified, but I was succeeding in staying positive.
Today was also the day Becky was due to arrive at Casavana, but I didn't expect her to come and see me straight away. I knew I had to apologise for that email, although I was sure she would have forgiven me that little outburst by now. Even so, feeling more assertive towards Becky, brought on by my reaction to the eighteen month disaster I'd got through, lessened my guilt somewhat. She had done much more bad stuff to me than I had to her, so maybe she should just get over it.
When the cell door banged three times late on in the afternoon, I was genuinely surprised but thrilled to see it was Becky who had come to see me. Gabriela, who had let her into the cell, left us alone. After being invited to stand, Becky came over to me and hugged my naked body. My penis tried to grow inside its cage as soon as I saw her, and its growth quickened as I felt her body against mine with her arms wrapped around me and her hands on my bare back. I returned the hug, holding her tightly before she stepped back and looked warmly at me.
"I love you David," she said, her face lit up by her beautiful smile. "It's so lovely to see you again. Madam Popescu has allowed me to come down for ten minutes before I go back to work upstairs. You are allowed to talk freely to me."
"I love you too, Becky," I replied, the moment permission was given. "I had a good idea you were arriving today, but I didn't expect you to come and see me so soon after you got here."
"I was desperate to see you after everything that went on in the prison with Elena. And the way I left without seeing you has played on my mind, too," she said, a little hesitantly.
"I'm sorry about that email, Becky, it must have been a shock finding out about it."
"It was a shock finding out you'd been sending emails to ... her. And then having to listen to Madam Popescu read out what you'd said about me. Do you realise how humiliating that was for me?"
I was amused and a little surprised by her interpretation of the word 'humiliating'. She had no idea what real humiliation was, and very quickly, a list of the humiliations I'd suffered over the last two years flashed through my mind; the constant strapping for the most minor infractions, watching her sucking off men while I was trapped in a cock cage, being naked in front of sexy female guards, being strapped down naked and caned in front of an audience of women.
I decided to pick up on the latest example to assist with my answer. "Was it as humiliating as standing naked and chained up in a room full of amused female guards, being shown photographs taken in my bedroom of my wife with the man she was supposed to have dumped?"
She didn't seem to be at all perturbed by what I said. "Oh yes, Madam Popescu emailed your answer to the question I asked," she said, much more cheerfully than I expected. "It made me so happy to hear that after you looked at those photos, you still said you trusted me. I can understand you want a full explanation about that, but can we just leave it at that for now?"
"He was naked in our apartment. You must realise how that makes me feel, and how much I need to know what was going on."
Becky was loving it, which was evident by the satisfied smile she gave me. "All I'm willing to say for now is, you have nothing to worry about .... trust me, just like you said in the message you sent to me through Madam Popescu."
"I stand by what I said. I do trust you despite what it looks like, but it doesn't stop me from worrying. The guy is stalking you and you let him in to our home. He could have done anything to you, and you'd have been helpless to stop him."
Becky raised her eyebrows and laughed. "I love it that you're so protective of me, David, but I wouldn't have put myself in any danger. I have the measure of him, and I told you, I have the whole stalking thing under control, it will be sorted, I promise you. So, again, trust me and let it go for the moment."
"At least you're here now and we'll be going home together in a few days."
"Have you enjoyed it here this time?" she asked.
"Being with ruthless, sadistic female guards in a prison again has been more enjoyable than I expected. Frustrating and painful at times, but knowing it was only for one month made it quite exciting. What has spoiled it from being a great experience has been the Elena thing, and now the Josh thing."
"So, the problem last time was how long you were here."
