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 14
Only three months had passed since I left Casavana, and here I was, climbing out of a taxi right outside the main gate. I leaned in and gave the driver some cash before hitching the travel bag I'd brought over my shoulder. I heard him drive away behind me as I now stood, looking at the small door to the side of the gate. It was a warm day, similar to the day I'd arrived here nearly two years ago, but this time was so different. Today, I was here voluntarily, and yet a feeling of fearful anticipation gripped me as I loitered just a couple of feet from the simple button beside the door that would alert those inside.
I had wondered if one day I would dare to come back here, and in those early days of my freedom with Cassie at my side, I dismissed the possibility out of hand. But now, three months since leaving the place that had given me the darkest moments of my life, I was back. I reached out and pressed my finger to the button and heard a faint buzzer sounding inside.
The door opened and a young woman in uniform stood glaring at me in silence. The look in her eyes demanded I explain why I was there. I handed her a print of my emailed summons and stood while she read it. She looked at me and stepped back.
"In!" she barked.
I nodded my head in acknowledgement and entered. I looked around the open area and saw a few cars as well as a prison van parked, it was possibly the same van that had picked Becky and I up from the airport on my arrival the last time I was here. A couple of female guards looked over casually at me before resuming their conversation while the guard at the gate stepped inside her hut and spoke into an old fashioned telephone receiver.
When she finished, she leaned out of the door, addressing me with bored monotone words: "Someone will come for you. Wait there."
It felt strangely comforting hearing those commanding instructions from the young guard, and I waited with keen anticipation for someone to come from the main building. Would it be one of the guards I knew from my time here, it probably would be, as I doubted the staff would have changed much in three months. I felt a little disappointment when a guard emerged from the main building dressed in the usual short skirt and jacket and made her way over to me. She wasn't someone I recognised, although she was the usual slim, attractive guard Madam Popescu employed here at Casavana.
"David Emerson," she said sharply, and yet her voice sounded so sweet.
"Yes, that's me," I replied, looking into her dark brown eyes beneath her deep lined eyebrows. Dyed blonde hair that fell sexily onto her shoulders made a striking contrast to her dark features and tanned complexion.
"You will address me as Madam Cece. You will remain silent unless spoken to, do you understand?"
"Yes, Madam Cece," I replied. It felt so good to be speaking to the guards like this again.
"Follow me." She turned away and walked to the main building, up the steps and inside, with me nervously following.
It felt so familiar being in this place again and walking along the corridor towards Madam Popescu's office. As expected, Cece took me past her door to another smaller room and told me to go inside and remove all my clothing while she watched. The room was entirely empty with just a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling by a brown cord, that cast a dull yellow light.
I quickly stripped naked and folded my sparse clothing of T-shirt, jeans, briefs and trainers in a neat pile and handed them to Cece. She left me standing waiting alone when she departed, closing the door behind me. It was a good half hour before the door finally opened, and I was so glad to see the most familiar face of all come into the room.
"Becky, it's so good to see you," I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed at my nakedness. I stepped forward for a hug, but Becky's response felt weak and loaded with concern.
"David, something's cropped up." She sounded really worried.
"Like what?"
"Madam Popescu is hiding something from me."
"Something to do with me?" I asked. "I'm not late, am I? I thought I got here in plenty of time."
"No, you're not late, but have you done something I don't know about."
I frowned at her. "I can't think of anything."
"Look, David, if there's something you're not telling me, you've got to say something now so I can see what I can do."
"Becky, I can't think of anything she knows that you don't know."
"All I can tell you is she was at her computer, and she suddenly got up and said she'd just discovered something very interesting about you."
"I don't know what she means," I said.
"Are you sure you have no idea what it is?"
Suddenly, the door burst open and Cece walked in. "Mrs Emerson, would you kindly wait in Madam Popescu's office, she is ready to see the prisoner. I will prepare him."
Becky gave me one last look which felt like an attempt at a smile before backing out of the door. As soon as the door was closed, the new guard strode forward, and before I could say a word, she slapped me hard across the face. I wasn't expecting that.
"Hands behind your back, prisoner," she ordered.
I put a hand quickly to my sore cheek as I tried to deal with the shock of the sudden stinging slap and I winced when she fired another command at me: "I said, hands behind your back, or do you want another?"
"No, sorry, Madam Cece," I stuttered as I put my hands where she'd ordered. I was shocked and certainly taken out of my comfort zone. Who was this new guard?
"You are lucky you remembered the correct way to address guards, prisoner," she said, going behind my back to fasten cuffs onto my wrists. "Legs closer," she ordered as she knelt down and attached the ankle cuffs and chain I was so familiar with.
Being secured naked like this took me straight back to the first ever day I'd arrived here. And, had it not been for the sudden smack across my face, coupled with concern for what Becky had said about what Madam Popescu had discovered about me, my penis would surely have grown. When Cece came round and stood in front on me, she looked down at it before gripping it tightly in her hand. I winced.
"What is wrong, prisoner? Do you not like me touching your tiny cock?"
"It feels very good you touching me there, Madam Cece, but you're squeezing too tight."
She let go abruptly. "You must have gone soft since you went back to your nice comfortable home in the UK. Yes, the other guards have told me all about you. You had a lot of tough treatment here for a long time, they tell me. Someone holding your delicate little cock was something you used to enjoy. Maybe you need toughening up again."
"Yes, Madam Cece."
"Go out of the room and turn towards Madam Popescu's room, you already know which one it is."
When we reached it, Madam Cece moved in front of me and knocked firmly on the door and awaited the invitation to enter. Going inside this large room again set off a mixture of emotions, bringing back that feeling of fearful dread of having my sentence increased. It also gave me a feeling of excitement that I was finally back here, but on my terms, not anyone else's, at least that's what the plan was supposed to be.
Madam Popescu looked up from her desk, a vague smile on her lovely face, no sign of any annoyance directed towards me that Becky had described. I had seen her only a few weeks earlier when she'd travelled to the UK to visit her casinos. Today, her beautiful silken hair had streaks of dark blue within the stark black of her natural colour. The pointed features of her face focussed on me, her dark piercing eyes seemingly burning into my soul, churning my insides, drawing away all my will power.
The room wasn't that big for a courtroom, but as an office, it was very spacious and had numerous chairs around the walls for when court was in session. Behind Madam Popescu stood Nalina Radu, her pouting assistant who acted like a petulant teenager, but who was actually in her twenties. She chewed gum as she smirked at me. Seated to my left, against the wall, was Becky, her arms folded and her bare legs crossed revealing plenty of thigh. Gabriela, the beautiful, tall blonde head guard and Tilly, the pretty Thai woman, sat on either side of her. Behind me where I stood in the centre of the room, I was aware of Justyna, who I considered the hardest of the guards in Casavana at administering corporal punishment, a match for Madam Popescu herself. And then there was the court administrator, the middle aged woman whose name I never got to hear, seated at a desk on my right with her back to me. Cece fastened my ankle chain to the bolt in the middle of the floor.
"So, Mr Emerson, you have returned to Casavana," Madam Popescu said.
I mustered a smile and nodded my head, nothing more.
"You are a brave man to set foot back in here after what we put you through, I hope you are not having any second thoughts as you stand before me, chained and naked. Of course, you are here by your own free will this time, a paying guest, although, due to your special connection to this place, I will not be charging you a penny. You are free to speak, politely."
"Thank you, Madam Popescu. Coming here at the suggestion of my wife is not the same as last time, so I don't feel the same fear. Being imprisoned by law was not something I enjoyed at the time."
"Indeed."
