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 5
Late one evening, a few weeks later, when I was alone, I got a call from Becky.
"Hi, stranger," she said, when I answered.
I felt a genuine uplift at hearing her voice. "Becky."
"Just thought I'd give you a quick ring to see how you were doing."
"Oh, I'm ok," I answered. "How about you?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Keeping busy with boring accountancy stuff and trying to make some time to relax, but I've got that sorted for the next few days. Just having a quick coffee break in Gina's spare room."
"I'm getting a few more bookings in the apartments, so that's occupying me a little more, but just now, I've got my feet up relaxing, watching tv."
"Are you alone?"
"At the moment, yes."
"At the moment? Does that mean you have someone coming round later?"
Hearing Becky's voice was making me feel sad about what had happened between us and answering her question was going to bring on some guilt. "Not tonight, but probably Friday night when ..." I struggled to complete my sentence.
"Is it still Cassie?" Becky asked.
"Yes, it's still Cassie," I answered, and yes, I did feel some guilt.
"Has she moved in yet?" There was a hint of anxiety in the question.
"Of course not. We have no plans to live together ... anywhere," I replied, shocked at the thought, but it gave me a perverse thrill to think she was worried about that. It was something we had never discussed and certainly not a subject that had ever crossed my mind.
"I've been on my own for the last week and a half while Gina and Liam have been away."
"So, Gina and Liam are still a thing?"
"Yes, I suppose there's no reason you would have known, but they've been living together for about a year."
"You're living with both of them?" A little pang of jealousy rose within me. Strange, I'd never been jealous of Liam before, even when I was in Casavana and I knew Becky was having sex with him.
"Yes ... but only for now."
"Oh, so they've left you home alone," I said, feeling half sorry for her, half pleased she was experiencing abandonment.
"Like I said about finding some time to relax away from work, I'm flying out tomorrow to join them for a few days; we all come back together on Sunday."
"Oh, where are you off to?" I asked.
"The usual place in Crete."
"How come you're only going for a few days?"
"I'm just so busy in work, I couldn't give up the time."
Trying to use humour to get more information, I laughed. "No shortage of sex for you then if you're living with them both."
"It's not like that, David," she responded in a light-hearted scolding manner. "I was always truthful with you, you know. I told you Liam never meant anything to me then, and he doesn't mean anything to me now. I only had sex with him to tease you, not because I have feelings for him."
"You mean you've stopped having sex with him?"
"Since you came back from Casavana, I've not had sex with anyone."
That was interesting, but should that really make me feel guilty? Maybe it was a bit of payback. It did make me wonder if she genuinely thought I was enjoying the games, even when I was in Casavana, and only acted the way she did because she thought it was what I wanted?
"So, you'll not even have sex when you go to Crete tomorrow?"
"It's a possibility, I suppose. I'm only there for four nights, but I really need someone locked in a cock cage to make it work for me." She laughed. "Like you, for example."
Was I wrong to have jumped into bed with Cassie within an hour of kicking Becky out of the apartment? Then the image of Josh came to mind, and those doubts lessened considerably, but it did prompt my next question: "Have you seen Josh recently?" I asked, hoping she hadn't.
"Not since the night you broke his nose. He called me a couple of weeks later, probably when the black eyes had vanished, to ask if I'd see him. I told him I wasn't interested. David, I never was interested in him, but it's my main regret in all this that I ever came across him. I admit, it was a terrible mistake on my part."
"He was violent with you, wasn't he?"
"I wouldn't call it violence, but he was a bit rough at times."
"Why did you put up with him for so long if he was like that?"
"It was only towards the end when he knew you were close to coming home. He was getting a bit frustrated realising he was going to lose me, and that's when he started losing a bit of control. We split up after an argument got a bit heated, and when he came back and showed how sorry he was, I must admit, I weakened." She stayed silent for a moment before continuing with anger in her voice. "That's how your homecoming fiasco came about. I genuinely didn't expect him to be there in the apartment, but when he rang me in the airport, I stupidly thought, if I let him have one final closure session with you there, it would all work out for the best."
"But it backfired in a big way," I said, interrupting her flow.
"It was only going to take something like you punching him that would get him out of my life, but again, David, I'm so sorry about that. I hope it's something you can get past if we are to have any future."
"If he hadn't been at the apartment that night, I think there was a much better chance we may have worked something out by now, something that suited us both." I stressed the word 'both'.
"I know," she answered sadly. "Anyway," she said. "I better go, I've still got some packing to finish off before my flight tomorrow ... but, David ... please don't give up on us. Maybe we can have a proper talk when I get back."
To end the call so quickly with thoughts of Josh in the forefront of my mind wasn't useful. I knew I still needed time to get over all the things Becky had done to me. It wasn't just what she'd done, but it was the callous, thoughtless way she'd done it; making assumptions I was ok with everything without speaking to me about it. Maybe, while all those things were going on, she hadn't wanted to speak about them when the opportunities arose because she knew I would have said 'no', and that wouldn't have fitted with what she wanted.
As my anger and frustration grew, so too did my penis, and I had a sudden, inexplicable yearning to put my cock cage on. What was the point? It needed someone to put it on me, take the key away and be teased mercilessly by them while I couldn't get an erection. But the desire remained with me for several minutes before I got up and went to the bedroom.
Friday, three days later, I walked to the harbour bar where Cassie was now working. I left it late, arriving not long before it was due to close as I didn't want to spend the evening propping up the bar while she worked. It was becoming a bit of a routine that she would stay Friday and Saturday nights, helping with the turnover of guests in the apartments. I was glad of her help as, even this early in the year, there were increasing numbers visiting the coastal town. We strolled back to the apartment together and Cassie deposited her small bag in the bedroom; it contained enough to see her through until Sunday.
I poured us both a drink and we sat on the sofa, Cassie with her feet up on me. I hadn't told her about Becky's call three nights earlier, and neither had I told her I'd put the cock cage on myself straight after the call, and still had it on. I hadn't thought this through properly, as at the time it seemed like a good idea; an extension to the idea of putting it on the night I'd struggled to keep my erection. Now, I was nervous of telling her what I'd done, and there wasn't an easy way to approach the subject.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, the subject came up by accident when Cassie ran her bare foot over my crotch and felt the solid contraption. She sat up and looked enquiringly at me.
"What's that?"
"Oh, that," I said, smiling sheepishly. "I thought I'd try an experiment."
"What sort of experiment?"
It didn't feel like this conversation was starting well. "You know the other week when I couldn't ... you know, get it up, I thought I'd try putting my cock cage on again to see what it'd be like wearing it for a couple of days."