David and Becky's Risky Game Ch. 01

The 'David and Becky's Journey' series continues:

BOOK 2 - DAVID AND BECKY'S RISKY GAME

A Game of Tease, Denial and Harsh Justice

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. The characters are not based on any living or deceased persons and are not written to suggest such lifestyles were realistic or believable. If you are not interested in fiction in which males willingly 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 1

Friday 26th June 2015

It was one of the happiest days of my life. I had just spent the last four and a half weeks in prison for a minor driving offence, which would have been a fine if I had managed to keep my mouth shut and refrained from disrespecting the court when I stood before Judge Morris. She decided on a custodial sentence as she found my apology for the disrespect I showed to be lacking.

But, standing in front of the reception desk being handed the property I had on me when I arrived, I was overwhelmed with joy to be going home. The prison officer who had escorted me from my cell, was about to escort me to the outer gate where my gorgeous wife Becky would be waiting.

"Didn't like to say at the time, Emerson, but getting jail time for a minor car accident was ruthless to say the least."

"I think I might have spoken out of turn to the Judge as well," I explained. "I interrupted her a couple of times. She didn't like my apology and nearly sent me here for three months. She told me she was being lenient giving me six weeks."

"Who was the judge?"

"I think her name was Morris. Yes, Judge Morris."

"Oh, her?" He winced. "Got a few in here who've been before her. She always finds a reason to put the boot in. Hates men, that's what I think."

"I'd better see that I avoid her next time." I laughed for the first time in many weeks.

"Hey, make sure there is no 'next time'."

The tall double gate was in sight, and I had to hold myself back from making a dash for it. A small door at the side was my route to freedom and I knew Becky would be on the other side. The officer at the gate nodded to us as we approached, and a piece of paper was passed to him which he read. Satisfied all was in order, he unlocked the padlock and pulled the door inward as the guard who'd been with me held out his hand which I gladly shook.

"You're not welcome back," he said, in a friendly manner, almost pushing me through the gap.

"That's fine with me."

Becky was walking towards me across the small car park. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her; she was more beautiful than ever, dressed in a short floral dress and white sandals. Her dark hair was pulled back into a cute ponytail showing her beautiful, smiling, tanned face. Her bare arms and legs were significantly darker than the last time I'd seen her, but after a few weeks in the sun, it was no surprise.

I wasn't sure how I would feel seeing her again, as the last time we were together, in that bare room next to the court where I'd just been sentenced, I wasn't happy with her at all. I'd felt betrayed by her, let down and abandoned.

But now, elated at being free again, and seeing her just yards away from me, I rushed to greet her, wrapping my arms around her slim waist, my hands reaching down for a sly feel of her buttocks as we embraced. We kissed passionately, and the feel of those soft lips on mine for the first time in over four weeks was incredible. I needed to get home as quick as possible so I could feel those lips in many other places.

Becky seemed just as impatient, speeding along the motorway to reach the lovely seaside town where we lived. She'd been away on the holiday I was meant to have accompanied her on, but she'd decided to go anyway, which was the main cause of those negative feelings I'd had. But there was so much I wanted to know about it. Especially if she'd done all the things she'd threatened to do while she was away. I think she realised this, maybe felt a little guilty, and chose to keep our conversation to a minimum.

"How did your trip go?" I asked. That feeling of betrayal seemed to rumble within me at the sound of my own question.

"I'll tell you all about it when we get home."

"You know I was thinking about you all the time."

"As I would expect."

"So, did everything go ok with Gina and Liam?" My penis stirred at the thought of what she'd got up to, despite my feelings about what had happened.

She turned briefly to me and smiled, but she didn't answer my question. She didn't have to, I knew all her facial expressions, and I recognised that as being a look of utter satisfaction.

"We'll be home soon, so just sit back and relax, enjoy the scenery, something you've not seen for a few weeks."

I reached across tentatively to place my hand on her leg, I couldn't control myself, it felt warm and soft, her skin so smooth and delicate. Despite what she'd done, if I hadn't been strapped into the passenger seat of a car moving at seventy miles an hour, I would have got down on my knees and kissed her bare thighs. Instead, I did as she said; put my head back and took in the open countryside revelling in my new found freedom.

It was an incredible feeling to enter the apartment on the top floor of the block of holiday apartments we owned. I had inherited them from my childless aunt and uncle a few years ago, and as an only child myself, I had no siblings to share it with. It gave us both the opportunity for me to work part time as a driving instructor, and Becky to work as an accountant.

We lived a good life in every sense. The Bay View Holiday Apartments gave us a reasonable income to add to our other work. The upkeep of the building was fairly straightforward with little problems beyond the odd leaky tap or change of light bulb. Any bigger jobs were passed to a local housing maintenance company who we had a contract with. We knew the owners quite well, Jim and his wife Poppy, they also looked after the holiday letting business for us if we were away. The garden was little trouble, as long I kept the lawn under control and the flower beds tidy, a couple of hours a week spent on it was usually enough.

Becky and I were very happy too, she had been the girl of my dreams when I met her briefly at college. I did have my heart broken by her when she moved away with her family before we had a chance to begin a relationship. But when she moved back a couple of years later, it was an answer to my prayers; we got together and were married soon after. That was three blissfully happy years ago.

What makes our marriage so special is not just the love we have for each other and the friendship we share, but our very unusual sex life. Becky is a cock teaser, and that's putting it mildly, she is actually a monster of a cock teaser, in fact it would be true to say she is a cruel, sadistic cock teaser. Although most men would be turned on by the notion of gorgeously sexy women being cockteasers up to a point, they would only accept it as a form of foreplay to make the finale more enjoyable.

But it certainly isn't foreplay for us in the conventional sense, although it is for her, she always reaches orgasm after she doles out the teasing. It's just that she loves being the only one reaching a fulfilling climax, leaving a frustrated loser, me, begging for relief. And she does not give in to pleas for mercy! Fortunately for her, she is married to me, and I absolutely love to be cock teased, not just a little, but in the sadistic way she loves; we are a perfect match.

It started out as a game where she would turn me on and keep me dangling, desperate for release right until the end. Sometimes I wouldn't get relief in that session, then it increased to a couple of days, even though I was made to service her with my tongue. As time went on, she increased my teasing so I would have to wait even longer, perhaps up to a week with me giving her oral satisfaction for nothing in return.

Her love of cock teasing stepped up a gear when she got hold of a cock cage for me, which, when fitted, prevented me from getting an erection. Forced to wear it from days up to two or even three weeks, I was the subject of intense teasing by Becky who would enjoy equally intense orgasms. The more sadistic she was, the more pleasure she got, the more pleasure she got, the more sadistic she became, it was a never-ending cycle which resulted in me enduring long periods of utter sexual frustration. I loved it.

Becky was a very inventive woman, and she was always looking for new ways of causing my suffering, in an excruciatingly nice way. A few months ago, she suggested an idea to further our mutual sexual pleasures; forcing me to watch her have sex with another man while I was locked in my cage. When she first brought the subject up, I was horrified, but the more she talked about it, the more I became tempted by it, even to the point of becoming aroused at the thought.

Eventually I came fully on board with the idea, and that was when Liam came into the equation. Something Becky hadn't considered at the time was that Liam had a girlfriend, Gina. She was everything I disliked in a woman, apart from her being very pretty and sexy. She was a spoiled brat and she annoyed me intensely, and Becky knew that, so, to add to my intense suffering, Gina was invited into our games. Everything was brought into the open, and I was made to endure watching the two girls pleasuring Liam while trapped in my cage, desperate to even get an erection.

Becky was still looking for more ways to frustrate and humiliate me, and when Gina mentioned her desire to give someone a caning, my wife jumped at the idea of that someone being me. And she wanted Gina, who she knew I couldn't stand, to be my punisher. I hated the cane, I couldn't stand the pain, let alone the humiliation of letting someone like Gina give it to me. But Becky knew this, and waited for the opportunity to arrive; the opportunity came quicker than she or I expected.

After an evening we all spent at the local casino, I missed a red light driving back and caused another vehicle to swerve to avoid me. It mounted the kerb and hit a lamppost injuring the driver. We chose to keep quiet about it, not realising someone was injured, but when I caught Gina taking money from my wallet that same night, there was a bit of a row. Becky saw it as the opportunity she was waiting for, so she talked me into apologising for making false accusations, and taking a caning, as punishment, from the girl who had clearly tried to steal the money from me. I always opposed Becky's wild ideas at first before coming round to them. This was no different; I ended up revelling in the humiliation of being punished unfairly by a girl who annoyed me.

None of us realised this straight away, but after I accused Gina of stealing from me, as an act of revenge, she reported the traffic lights incident to the police. She didn't say anything later when I apologised, or when given the opportunity to cane me. I only found out what she'd done when the police turned up to the apartment and charged me. Accepting the new fast track court system, I ended up with a six week prison sentence.

And that was why, four and a half weeks later, because of good behaviour, I was being brought home from prison after spending a harrowing time locked in a prison alongside real criminals.

We had been invited by Liam to spend four weeks in his parents' villa with him and Gina just before my prison sentence, so I wasn't able to go. Becky decided it would be the ultimate tease for me being stuck in jail while she went on a luxury sex filled holiday. She made no secret of what she intended getting up to while they were away together, it was turning a bad situation to all our mutual advantage, she said.

Sitting in that room after my sentencing while Becky ruthlessly told me what she was going to get up to with Gina and Liam on the holiday was agony. Having become more and more conditioned to accepting, and liking all of Becky's games, as my time in prison went on, my feelings of lustful jealousy began to grow as I imagined the fun and pleasure they were having. In a perverse way, I was enjoyed it.

But now that I was free, I was looking forward to getting home and receiving the reward she had promised my suffering had earned me.

It was so good sitting on a soft settee with cushions behind me instead of the hard mattress and concrete wall of my prison cell. The space I had here was enormous compared to the last few weeks, and the peace and quiet of our apartment was something I had always taken for granted, something I would appreciate from now on. The biggest improvement was being with Becky, sitting on the other end of the settee, her feet on my legs as she sat with her back to the arm. I had my first bottle of beer in my hand for many weeks while she sipped a glass of red wine.

I wanted to start asking my questions now that I'd settled down a little, but I didn't know where to begin. I even felt a little shy, not knowing what Becky wanted to talk about first, so I sat silently taking in the return to my familiar surroundings.

I was happy when it was Becky that broke the ice: "Shall I go first?" she said, her dark eyes fixed on me.

"Please do," I replied.

"I know you weren't happy with the way I left you that day," she said. "I didn't do it out of any malice towards you, David."

"I know," I said quietly.

"I love you, and I missed you so much, but what was I supposed to do? I could have cancelled going on holiday, had a big argument with them over what Gina did and we would have lost everything we'd gained from bringing them into our games. I'd have spent my time sitting in the apartment waiting for you to come home."

"Sitting in this comfortable apartment for four weeks, free to come and go as you pleased would have been a whole lot better than sitting locked in a cell twenty three hours a day for four weeks, which is what I had to suffer."

"But we had no control over that, David. I wasn't going to break down in tears over what happened, you know I'm not like that. You know I always fight to get the best out of every situation, so that's what I did. I didn't expect you to get put in prison; I was thinking on my feet, but maybe I could have handled it better."

I suddenly felt my frustration and annoyance shifting to that old familiar feeling of submission towards Becky, and a renewed warmth towards her rose inside me.

"My first thought was: use it to our advantage," she continued, shrugging her shoulders. "The chances you will ever go to prison again are non-existent, so it was an opportunity to make this the best, most realistic period of denial you could ever have, especially with you knowing what I was up to with Liam and Gina."

I still felt annoyed with her, and the sense of betrayal just wouldn't go away, but I could understand her reasoning to a certain extent. It didn't make it any easier for me, though. "I know, Becky. I do trust you, but some of the things you do make it very difficult for me to take. I was really angry with you over what you did."

"I really do understand," she said, reaching out and squeezing my hand.

I felt happier having told her my feelings, which helped me get closer to where I wanted to be; and that was right beside her, enjoying the life we had built for ourselves.

After a few moments of silence, it was Becky who spoke: "Do you remember what I asked you to promise me the last time we saw each other?"

"Actually, I do remember."

"And what was it?"

"It was about how often you wanted me to masturbate."

There was silence as she took a sip from her glass.

"And ..." she prompted after a few seconds.

"And what?" It was my turn to tease.

"Did you do what you promised to do? I want the truth, David."

"On the day I was sentenced, I had absolutely no thoughts about sex; not the way I was feeling. And once I got to the prison ... the noise, the people, the smell, it was unbelievably oppressive, terrifying, and those feelings didn't change. Getting strip searched, giving my clothes up, showering with some chemical product. I didn't have time to even think about sex. I was totally turned off. I just wasn't in the mood."

"David, it must have been awful."

"It was nearly a week before I slept right through the night. My cell mate looked a right thug, I never dared ask what he'd done, but he kept himself to himself, so that was fine by me."

"I hope you're not going to tell me you never got to do it."

"One night, about a week and a half in, I had the cell to myself overnight for some reason, I didn't ask why. Being alone was fantastic, even with the cell door closed and locked, I felt safe for the first time. That's when I began to accept you lot having the time of your lives on holiday. I got my first erection and it felt fantastic. I played with myself for ages before finishing myself off."

"Ooh, that sounds good. What were you thinking about when you actually came?" Becky sat forward.

"I imagined you licking Liam's cock while looking me in the eye. I couldn't get that image out of my head."

Becky smiled; her face flushed red through the deep tan she had. I knew it was turning her on.

"How often did you do it after that? Remember, I want you to be honest."

"My cell mate was back the next day, so that dampened my mood and I didn't get another hard on, apart from waking up with a semi every morning, until over a week later. One night, he was snoring loudly, so I knew he was definitely asleep, and I began to think how much I would have loved you to walk into my cell naked and climb on top of me. Then, I felt so jealous of how Liam was having pleasure from you while I was stuck here. And Gina, who'd caused all this, soaking herself in the sun, too, also enjoying unlimited sex. I became angry, and frustrated, and very hard, so I did it again."

"Oh, we're up to two," she remarked with a glint in her eye.

"I was there over four weeks, so ..." I began to argue.

"Don't worry, David, I'm only joking, carry on."

"Normally, I'm horny all the time, as you know."

"I do."

"Not in there I wasn't."

Becky spun around and slid along the settee and buried herself next to me. It was wonderful feeling her softness close beside me and to be able to put my arm around her to cuddle up together.

"I only did it one more time, a week before I was released, and that was only when my thug cellmate went missing, two nights this time. I did it the first night he was gone."

"Why not the second night as well?" Becky asked, her hand running gently over my chest.

"You said I could only do it once a week, and that would have been twice in two days."

She pushed away and looked at me with amused surprise. "David, you could have done it and lied to me about it."

"But I enjoy our games, and you told me what to do. I wanted to stick to the rules."

"Oh, David." She kissed me on the cheek. "I can't believe how hard you tried. You did really well, and after the way I treated you. I'm so pleased."

"I love you, Becky, and I love the games we play. You said it was an opportunity for us to take advantage of something bad and make the most of it, so, that's what I did."

She placed her hand on my crotch and felt my penis as it grew inside my pants. I was desperate for us both to be naked and explore each other's bodies, and when she got off me and pulled my hand inviting me to stand, my heart began racing.

"You almost make me feel guilty for all the things the three of us did over the time you were in prison." She led me into the bedroom. "I'd have to say, I had some of the most electrifying sexual experiences I've ever had, and it was down to you being stuck away in a cell."