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 19
Breakfast arrived on my final day; two over cooked cold sausages and a slice of bread. I devoured them, showered and prepared myself for the guards to return and take me from my cell, and via Madam Popescu's office, to leave with Becky for the airport and home. I was surprised, and starting to get a little worried, when I reached lunchtime without any indication I was being released. When Cece brought me a plain ham sandwich, I asked, keeping to the prisoner / guard protocol, when I was being released, but her answer was uninformative. It was mid afternoon before she returned, accompanied by Justyna, to fasten my wrists together behind my back and take me out of the cell up to the main building.
Despite being naked and chained up like a criminal, not to mention suffering with my still very sore bottom, my spirits were high as I was manhandled into the office where Becky, Madam Popescu, Gabriela, Izabela and the middle aged court official were waiting. I smiled warily at Becky who looked very flushed, which was her usual aroused look.
Madam Popescu looked up and watched as Justyna and Cece fastened my ankle chain to the bolt on the floor. Why they did this to a prisoner on the day he was to be released was something I didn't understand.
"Good afternoon, Mr Emerson. I expect you are wondering why you have been forced to wait so long to be called up for your release, the reason for the delay will become obvious to you shortly. How are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling very well, thank you Madam Popescu," I answered. "Very happy to be going home."
"How does your bottom feel? It is only a few days since you were given a rather brutal caning."
"It's still very sore whenever I bend to sit down, or when I straighten up if I stand. I also have to gently lower myself to a seated position because it can be quite painful to sit on."
"I can understand the discomfort, but that is the nature of corporal punishment."
"I will certainly remember not to show disrespect to anyone again, even in a private email."
"I am glad to hear it. Now, before you are released, I will ask Madam Cece to remove the chastity device you have been wearing." She nodded her head to the guard who took the key from the desk and knelt down before me to remove it.
It is always such a wonderful feeling when the cock cage comes off and the restrictions around my balls and penis are taken away. The freedom that comes with it always results in my penis growing to a semi erect state even if nothing is arousing me. That's what happened then as my penis popped out of the cage and immediately looked bigger than the cage in which it had been trapped.
Madam Popescu watched the guard at work, waiting for her to complete the task. "Thank you, Madam Cece. Does that feel better, Mr Emerson."
"Yes, it does, thank you."
"A couple of things before I officially release you. First of all, it may interest you to hear, Elena has chosen to accept three years in Casavana rather than five years in a federal prison."
I couldn't help a grin spreading across my face.
"She will be housed in one of the cells in the basement close to where you have spent your time here. She will be living under the same conditions as you became used to, meaning she will be kept permanently naked and be required to follow all the rules you followed. This is standard for anyone who is sentenced to serve time in the femdom wing of my prison."
"Will she be denied orgasms like I was?" I asked.
"Of course. As was often drummed into you, Mr Emerson, prison is for punishment and no pleasurable experiences of any sort are allowed."
As much as Elena had done to me, or tried to do to me, I still felt for her and the agonising frustration she would have to endure for three years. It still irked me that I had played some part in what had happened to her, but had she not attempted to depose Madam Popescu, she wouldn't have got herself into such a situation.
"Your friend and confidante, Cassie Porter, was inadvertently very instrumental in Elena's downfall, and your testimony was very helpful too, something I will not forget. However, it did bring to light the fact you used the opportunity Elena gave you to unlawfully send messages from this prison. As you know, it was something that reached the ears of Judge Olarescu who has since asked for more details of your actions."
"But no crimes were recorded against me for being in prison this time, Madam Popescu. And the charge of me sending insulting comments about you and Becky weren't made official either," I said. "I was caned for that privately, outside Siskovian law," I added.
"That is true, Mr Emerson. Even though I did not record the facts of you smuggling messages into and out of prison, I had to confirm to the Judge who suspended your sentence, that you broke the law during the last four months of your time with us."
"I haven't had the suspended sentence reinstated, have I?" I looked anxiously from Madam Popescu to Becky.
"I have spoken at length with Judge Olarescu, and I do have to inform you, Mr Emerson, she has now ruled that even though you were not charged by me with this or any additional offences, she still feels compelled to act on what came out during Elena's crime. She has decreed, the sentence she handed down to you no longer qualifies as suspended."
"What?" I said loudly, but I quickly tried to control my outburst. Something inside me was reminding me about the conversations I'd had with Becky and Madam Popescu regarding trust. And she'd already said I was being released today. But, if they let me down now, it would be the biggest betrayal of trust I could imagine. I didn't believe that was about to happen.
"I have also spoken at length with your wife until very late last night, and then again with Judge Olarescu this morning, and a solution has been agreed that may appeal to you as it has done to your wife."
"Why, what's happening?" I asked. There were just too many highs and lows to cope with.
"Your three year sentence, asked for by Elena in her appeal, and granted by Judge Olarescu at the re-sentencing, has had the suspension officially removed. The sentence must be served by you in Casavana."
"No," I uttered. This couldn't be right, there had to be more.
"However, due to your co-operation in the matter of Elena's unlawful actions against the Judicial Department, she has allowed all the time you have already served in Casavana to count towards the three years. You have served nineteen months in Casavana already out of a thirty six months sentence, leaving seventeen months remaining. But, as a concession, and in a uniquely flexible manner, she has passed over all control in this matter to me with the insistence that you serve your remaining time over a period of seventeen years."
"Seventeen years in Casavana?" I gasped.
"You have completely misunderstood, Mr Emerson," said Madam Popescu, tiresomely. "You are not going to spend seventeen years in Casavana. I will explain. You are required to come back at various times over the next seventeen years to serve your seventeen months sentence. It is up to you and your wife when you return, you may fit it into your ... games ... if you wish. The minimum term I will accept you here will be for one month, so if you wish, you could serve one month in Casavana spaced out at one month per year, or you could stay for two month periods spaced out every two years. It is up to you and your wife."
As she explained it, the thought of coming back in that manner sounded quite appealing. It would certainly add some added excitement to the games we played, and having the threat of Casavana hanging over me with Becky in control, the new Becky, it felt a level which would be just outside my comfort zone without it being unmanageable. I was getting an erection at the thought of surrendering such a level of power to Becky ... and Madam Popescu. "That sounds a very interesting proposition," I said.
"As this is legally binding, Mr Emerson, I must warn you that when you are in my prison serving the remainder of your sentence, you will be living under the same strict regime as you lived under during the eighteen months you were with us last time. I would forget about the less harsh treatment you received during this month, apart from the caning, as there were other things we all had to concentrate on, as you know. But, for future reference, to remind you, any rebellion against me, the guards, any staff or rules of the prison will have the same far reaching consequences. You will be sent to Federal prison to complete your sentence with five years added on as laid down by Siskovia Province laws. Do you understand, Mr Emerson?"
"I do, Madam Popescu." I had my feeling of elation back. I looked across at Becky and I knew now why she was looking flushed and turned on. My penis was standing at full erection.
"I will therefore officially ask you; do you accept the terms, Mr Emerson?" she said.
"Yes, I accept the terms, Madam Popescu." I answered quickly and eagerly.
"The verbal agreement has been ratified." She looked at Cece. "Would you kindly release the prisoner."
As the guard unfastened all the restraints and removed my ankle straps, everyone in the room stood. Becky came over to me as soon as I was free, and we hugged; her clothed body pressed up against my nakedness and especially my hard penis. This felt so good; an outcome that couldn't have been better, little did I know, it was going to get a lot better...
"Come into Madam Popescu's private office, it's where your clothes are," she said to me quietly. It was the inner sanctum; a place I'd never been.
I went in through the open door where Madam Popescu and Nalina Radu had disappeared moments earlier. I was surprised how bright and breezy the room looked, just like a living room with a staircase in the corner. It didn't take me long to realise this was the lounge of Madam Popescu's living quarters. There was a tv on the wall above a fireplace with neatly stacked bookshelves on either side. Two sofas, a coffee table and other bookcases stood along the other walls and another door into a room beyond, possibly a kitchen. On one of the shelves lay my folded clothes which Becky pointed to. I took them and began to dress myself, happy to cover my naked body, at last.
