Cheating Slave: Mina
It had been one of those days for me. The kind that leave you drained and longing for a subbie to draw you a bath and wash all the day's tension away. I had decided to go home early from work that day; I have to admit that I felt guilty leaving early but the thought of Chris waiting for me at the door was enough to coax me into it. It was hard to mask my excitement as I said 'goodbye' to all of my coworkers and I secretly wondered if they were so lucky as to have a subbie like mine waiting for them at home, most likely not. As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed the unmistakable shadow of two people in my living room. They were sitting on my kitchen table, and they were laughing. The one, of course, was Chris. But the other, I had no clue. Whoever she was, she was laughing. It was one of those flirty laughs and as I sat there, in my driveway, I felt my breathing quicken. My stomach was in my throat and I had to slow my breathing down to calm myself. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. They looked so happy, so excited. Then, my eyes beheld the vision that they never thought they would see. I barely had enough time to open up my car door and deposit my dinner onto the driveway. And there I stayed, heaving onto the driveway for a second or two. Tears were soon streaming down my face and I sat in my car for the next five minutes watching my slave and his lover through my sheer curtains.
Looking over my shoulder, I pulled the car out of my driveway and parked half a block away. Like a stalker, I waited and watched my house for any signs of movement. I waited for her to leave; more accurately, I waited until I had enough sense to decide what to do. Twenty minutes passed and I watched him open the door for her. He kissed her. It wasn't a goodbye peck, it was an "I can't wait to see you again and you were wonderful" kiss. The next thing he did struck me as the most audacious thing he could have done. Without her more than two paces away he knelt by the door in the position he assumes for me everyday and waited for my arrival. How dares he, I thought. How can this be? Isn't this what he wanted? Aren't I who he needed? Had I been too presumptuous and imagined that his only true need was to serve me? Did he want this vanilla lifestyle that he most obviously had with her? With all these questions reeling in my mind, I drove home and very slowly and deliberately walked up my driveway. When I opened the door, there he was, obedient as always. "Good Evening Mistress" is what he said to me. I said nothing back. Instead I walked to the chair in which she was sitting in not too long ago and fought every urge I had to break down and cry.
After five minutes I opened my mouth to speak, "slave" the word stuck in my throat. I couldn't speak, instead I cried. I cried in front of him; I let him see what he had done to me.
"How long? How long have you...has she been...How long?"
"Two weeks," he whispered truthfully.
"I hope those two week were wonderful, Chris. I hope that you enjoyed them greatly. I hope that they were worth it. Were they worth it?" I finally stood and faced him; he was still kneeling by the door.
He didn't speak. He was smart not to speak instead he pressed his nose against the hard tile of our foyer and sobbed onto it. I've never seen a man so stricken by his sobs that he heaves as he cries. But, that was my slave this day, on his knees crying with his nose to the floor. He looked strangely beautiful. It was mesmerizing; I couldn't help but watch him. But, eventually I did pull myself away from him and retired to my room, locking the door behind me.
The following morning, Chris was still in the same spot; he had eventually fallen asleep but his face was still puffy. I kicked him, hard enough to startle him and wake him up real fast. In an instant he was on his knees again. I asked him all of the questions that had been swarming in my mind the night before. Did he want this? Was he unhappy? Did he want out? I never asked him why, though. I couldn't bring myself to ask. Instead I looked him in the eyes and asked him very bluntly, "What should I do to you? Should I punish you?" but more importantly, "Are you willing to take punishment for this most severe infraction?" Soon his mouth was at my feet begging me to punish him, begging me to forgive him, to give him a chance at redemption. He rambled on for minutes, babbling, begging, crying, and I let him. Half of me was relieved to know that he didn't want to leave me. My heart would have shattered if that were the case. But, the other half of me was so incredibly angry that I wanted to kick him when he was down. I wanted to smash his balls in my hand. Instead I grabbed a handful of hair and shoved him over the sofa.
"Slave, I'm going to give you the worst whipping you will ever have. I promise you that. Are you willing to accept this punishment?"
"Yes, Mistress." He answered.
