Infidelity Has A Price

Paying the Price for Infidelity

The Insidious Plan

"What?" Kelly asked. The sexy black woman took another sip of wine. "You want me to seduce your husband?"

"All I need you to do is suck his dick, Kelly. You are the self proclaimed Fellatio Queen, after all." Leah said.

"Ha ha. Fuck you," Kelly said and finished what was left in her glass.

Leah downed her last sip and grabbed the bottle off the table. "You know how I feel about infidelity," she said, pouring her friend a refill, "but for whatever reason I have an unhealthy craving to dominate Jeremy."

"You are a sick fuck, Leah," Kelly said and laughed. "A freak, too."

Leah dumped what was left in the bottle into her own glass and then stood up to toss it into the garbage can. "It's the only way I can think of to trap him. To make him submit to me."

"Why not just ask him if you can be the top for a change?"

Leah sat back down and explained that several times she has casually suggested that she be the Domme for a night. "Every time he shuts it down quickly. The other night he even told me to never mention it again."

Kelly took a healthy swig of wine. "So just how do you see this working. I assume you have carefully plotted the whole thing out."

"I have," Leah told her and then ran down the details of her insidious plan.

A Punished Alpha

Buck naked and on his knees with his hands cuffed behind his back was a first for Jeremy. The quintessential alpha male had no choice but to do what his wife said. Having to submit to her was the only way to keep her from leaving him and it was downright humiliating.

He had no idea that his adorable wife, Leah, had it in her but she was adamant about making him pay the price for his infidelity.

After being caught having his dick sucked by his wife's best friend, it had been three days of hell. He was sent to the couch to sleep and Leah would barely talk to him. When she began to pack up some of her things is when Jeremy began to worry and his desperation led to an agreement to be punished by his wife for his wrong doings.

"I know how much you hate the idea of being my bitch," Leah told him. "But it's the only thing that I can think of to make you know how hurt and pissed I am."

"Isn't there something else I can do, baby. Do you want a new necklace or tennis bracelet, perhaps?"

"Fuck off," the petite woman said and continued to pack things into a box. "You can't buy your way out this time."

"Alright. You win. What do I have to do?"

Her back was to her husband so he couldn't see her ear to ear smile. She composed herself before standing up and facing him. "Get into the bedroom, now," she snapped, pointing.

"Okay, baby" he said, and headed that way.

"Get naked and get up against the wall," Leah ordered once they were in the bedroom.

Jeremy started by taking off his button down shirt and then slid off his loafers and dress socks. His slacks followed, and then he pulled off his boxer briefs. "There. Are you happy now?" He said, covering up his privates.

"Let's get something straight, you worthless piece of shit." Leah had transformed into a five foot, six inch tower of fury. "I am in charge for the unforeseeable future and you have no say at all. Zero! Understood?"

"Yeah," Jeremy said.

"Yes ma'am is the new response that you will be giving me from now on. You got that?"

Jeremy had become a little worried. He had never seen his wife like this before and it scared the shit out of him. It was as if someone else had taken over her mind and body. "Yes, ma'am," he heard himself say.

"Get your nose, palms; dick and toes on that wall, now," she said, pointing.

The metaphorically neutered man swiftly stepped to the bare wall and assumed the requested position.

"Up on your toes," she barked, once he had settled into place.

Jeremy had never been in a position of submission before in his life, and it felt odd. What really surprised him, was that he could feel his dick getting hard as it crept up the wall. He could hear his wife scooting his chest of bondage toys out from under the bed and he knew it was going to be a long night.

Leah took a second to admire her husband's muscular arms and shoulders and his rock hard calves were flexed as he was up on his toes. She made him stay that way until his legs were shaking and then she told him to step back. "And keep your hands on the wall,"

"Yes, ma'am," he said and complied.

"Another step back," Leah said, " and bend down."

He did as he was told and after a minute or so, he felt his wife's finger enter his ass hole. "Fuck!" he wailed.

Leah began to work her lubed middle finger in and out of his anus to loosen it up. Then, he felt the thick dildo sliding into his virgin ass and she began to peg him. "You like this, shithead?"

"I do, ma'am," he uttered between grunts. It was a new sensation of pain and pleasure that Jeremy was feeling. His dick grew to capacity and it was all he could do to keep his hands on the wall.

"That's enough," Leah said, and yanked the fake dick out of his ass before he could ejaculate. "Get on your knees, bitch. And place your hands on your head."

Jeremy was breathing heavily and a severe case of blue balls had him nearly incapacitated. He struggled to his knees and then put his hands on his head.

"You have the right, no... the direct order to keep your fucking mouth shut," Leah said as she applied the handcuff to his right hand.

"Yes, ma'am," he said and then put his left hand behind his back to be cuffed.

The sexy wife clamped the cuffs tight and then double locked them. "Up on your toes, Jeremy," she said, and gave his tight ass a sharp slap with her open palm.

"Yes, ma'am."

"And get your fucking head up," Lisa barked from behind the well built man and let the first lash fly with the riding crop.

This upward blow landed flush on his balls and made the man gasp in pain. "Fuck!" he groaned and unintentionally tested the integrity of his cuffs as he flailed in pain.

The handcuffs he was wearing were his, from his private collection of BDSM devices and toys. He was a true lover of bondage and domination, but this was the first time that he had ever been on the receiving end. He had placed his wife in bondage countless times which never failed to intensify the incipient sex that followed.

"On your toes, you fucking piece of shit!" Leah commanded. "Do not make me tell you again,"!she threatened and whipped her husband again. this time the leather caught the tip of his erect dick.

"Ahhh!" he cried and winced in pain.

It was time for one of Jeremy's favorites: endurance bondage. The next half hour was a grueling test of stamina for the cheater as he was left to kneel on the hardwood floor. This time was spent under the direct supervision of his wife, who was making sure that his experience was as uncomfortable as humanly possible.

She knew all the tricks to make a stress position more tolerable and was not about to allow her cheating husband any comfort whatsoever.

Jeremy's raging boner did not go unnoticed, and might have surprised Leah more than it did Jeremy. "You seem to be enjoying this a little too much," she said, sliding the tip of the whip up and down his veiny shaft.

"I am miserable," he said, shifting his hands to find a new place for the unforgiving metal to dig in to his wrists.

Leah smiled at the sight. She had been locked in those same hinged cuffs infinitely many times and she knew how uncomfortable they could get. Her husband's broad shoulders and muscular arms made the manacles all the more of a nuisance.

"On your fucking toes!" She hollered and smacked his bare soles with two sharp lashes with the crop.

Leah also knew how uncomfortable a person's feet can get while kneeling barefooted and her husband's were much longer than her's were, which added to the misery. He was set up to fail.

She went to the chest and retrieved two small cable ties and a length of cord. She tightened one of the ties around the shaft of his thick dick, and the other she used to fasten his big toes together. Then, she used the cord to attach his penis to his big toes, passing it under his crotch before tying it off. This effectively forced the man to remain on his toes, or have his beautiful penis painfully yanked.

"One way or another, you are going to learn to listen," she said and stepped back to admire her work.

"This is just cruel," Jeremy said after testing the limits of the newly applied bondage by wiggling his toes: he could feel even the smallest adjustment of his feet and it hurt.

"Cruel, huh?" Leah said and got in front of him. "You don't recall all of the painful positions you have put me in over the years?" She asked, looking down at him.

Jeremy knew that he had put his wife through hell in the past five years, without much consideration for how uncomfortable she might have been; it turned him on and he didn't think twice about it. One of his most diabolical positions was when he had her clamped tits connected to her toes via a cord that passed through an eye in the ceiling. This forced her to keep her feet no less than six inches off the ground to avoid excruciating pain in her nipples. The position had brought her to literal tears and she complained about her sore abs for days.

"I apologize for putting you through that stuff," he said.

"Oh, we have just begun, my love," she said.

Jeremy continued to suffer but at least his wife had called him 'her love'. He was hurting from head to toe and was ready to be released. That, and he was horny as hell. "Is there anything I can do to get off of my knees and out of these cuffs, ma'am."

"Hmmmm...I might consider allowing you some relief if you agree to eat me out."

"You know I don't do that shit, Leah," he said.

"I figured. You might want to stop wiggling your toes so much. That can't feel good on your dick."

The scorned wife left her husband to squirm on his knees for another twenty grueling minutes. Several times his pleas for mercy were met with either silence, or a smack from the riding crop: Leah was determined to get her box chowed and she could tell that her husband was close to caving.

"All right. You win," Jeremy said, now sweating profusely. "I'll do whatever you want."

Leah rose from her comfortable chair and stepped back to him. "That's a wise choice," she said, looking down at his toes that were turning purple.

"Doesn't seem like I have much choice."

"You don't," she said bluntly, and snipped the cord that connected his toes to his dick with a pair of scissors. "Up," she then said.

The well built man struggled, but eventually made his way up to his feet. His toes remained cruelly bound and he inquired about their potential release. "They really hurt, ma'am."

"I don't doubt it. Hop over to that corner and bury your face in it," she demanded, pointing.

The poor man looked like an injured rabbit as he made his way to the new location. His humiliation grew.

While her naughty husband was confined in the corner, Leah removed her clothes and laid down on the bed. She fingered herself for a few minutes and then called her husband over.

Jeremy hopped over to the bed, and then he awkwardly fell onto it, face first. The cord was still attached to his handcuffs and Leah fed the loose end between his toes and cranked him into a tight hogtie. "You look ridiculous," she said after taking a step back to admire her work.

"You think?" Jeremy said sarcastically, trying to find the most comfortable position with the limited choices available.

"Leah bounced back up on the bed and positioned herself with her back against the headboard with her legs spread out in front of her. "Scooch," she said tapping her moist pussy.

Jeremy painfully squirmed his way forward until his face was buried in his wife's crotch. He took a breath, and then began to work the tip of his tongue on Leah's clit, flicking it with short strokes.

Leah could hardly stand it, it felt so good. What started as moaning soon escalated into screams of pleasure. In no time at all, she let loose with a thundering orgasm that drenched the face of her husband. "Fuck!" She wailed.

Jeremy desperately tried to shake her cum from his face and was spitting as if he had poison in his mouth. "So gross," he said between spits, but he found himself mildly amused and turned on by the act.

"Good boy," Leah said once she had recovered. "You have earned yourself five minutes of freedom," she informed him.

She first cut his poor big toes free and then she uncuffed his hands. The exhausted and broken man laid on his stomach for a minute and then sat up to massage his shoulders and wrists. "Please, ma'am. I have had enough. I sincerely apologize," he said.

"I am not even close to being done with you, Mister," Leah said. "I have lots more surprises for you, you cheating fuck."

Jeremy sighed and continued to rub his aching body parts. "Can you at least let me jack myself off?" He asked.

"Is this turning on the almighty Domme?"

"I hate to admit it, but yes."

"I'll let you pleasure yourself, but it will be done under my terms."

Jeremy was very amused. "Go on."

"Get back in your corner and squat down." Leah said.

The naked man got back in the corner and squatted, facing the angle the two walls created.

"No. Turn around," Leah said. "I want to see your face during this."

He slowly rotated until he was facing her and awaited further instructions.

"Now take your left index finger and jam it into your butt hole."

"You have got to be kidding," he said.

"Fine. We can get the cuffs back on you..."

"No. Please no," he begged.

"All the way in," Leah said and walked over to supervise.

It took some doing, and it hurt like hell, but eventually the man was able to wiggle his long finger all the way into his anus.

"Now, you have permission to jack off, you worthless bitch."

Jermey clinched his erect penis with his right hand and began to stroke himself. Leah noticed that he was also fingering himself in the ass while he worked on his dick. It did not take long at all and the man shot a rope of cum that flew up into the air and splattered on the hardwood floor.

"Are you good, now?" She asked.

"Yes, Ma'am. Yes I am," he said, still panting.

"Good. Now it's time to clean up,"

Jeremy attempted to stand up, but his wife pushed him back down by his head. "What the hell?"

"No need to stand. All of your disgusting cum is on the floor. You can start by taking that finger with the shit on it and licking it clean."

Jeremy's mouth dropped. "You can't be serious."

"Sounds like you want to be in some more creative bondage to me."

"No, No I don't," he said, looking at the defiled finger.

"Suck it clean," she said, standing over him.

Reluctantly, the man put the nasty finger in his mouth and began to suck on it. The taste was vile and he began to dry heave.

"Keep going," Leah said. She was ruthless.

The man was eventually able to finish the task and then he was told to get on his hands and knees. "Yes, ma'am," he said.

"Now crawl over to your puddle of cum and lick it up," Leah said, pointing at the pile of white goo.

Jeremy knew better than to question her orders and made his way to his pile of cum and began to lap it up.

"All of it, shithead," she barked and booted his ass with her bare foot. "And swallow it."

The punished man lapped up the sticky mess and nearly puked again. When he thought he was done, his wife told him to lick the boards clean. "I want them spotless," she demanded.

After failing inspection twice, Leah eventually approved her husband's work. Jeremy's tongue was raw, he was nauseous and his throat was parched. He was allowed five minutes in the bathroom where he puked and then washed up a bit and downed two glasses of water.

"Have you had enough for one night?" Leah was naked on the bed, fingering herself. Dominating her husband had been way more of a turn on than she had anticipated.

"Yes, ma'am," Jeremy answered as he stepped into the bedroom. He was hoping that he was done serving his punishment, but that did not seem to be the case.

Leah rose from the bed and without saying a word she disappeared out of the room and returned with the dog's bed and Nino, the family lab was at her heels, wagging his tail.

"There you go," she said to Jeremy and tossed the bed on the floor.

Jeremy sighed and then Nino began to circle his bed.

"No, Nino," Leah said. "Up here, pup," she offered, slapping the bed on the side that her husband typically occupied.

Nino began to pant with excitement and then jumped up. It was a rare treat for the doggie when he got to sleep with mommy.

Leah snapped her fingers and told her husband to get on the dog bed. "On your back, grabbing your ankles.

Jeremy obeyed and then felt the thick cable ties being ratcheted down on his ankles and wrists. Leah finished him up by attaching his wrists to his ankles.

"Sleep tight, my love," she said before she clicked off the light and turned on the television.

It was going to be an uncomfortable night of sleep for the cheating husband, but at least he was in the fetal position, which was a lot better than what his wife could have subjected him to.

Day Two

Jeremy spent an uncomfortable night falling in and out of sleep. Leah mercifully cut off his restraints the next morning and allowed him to use the restroom and take a shower. When he came out of the bathroom, his wife was waiting for him with a pair of handcuffs that she immediately applied to his hands after she pulled them behind his back.

"Please, Leah," he said. The defeated man was already exhausted.

"Kneel," she said and tapped the floor with her bare foot.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied and dropped down.

Leah left the room and returned with the dog's bowl that was filled with cereal and milk. "Breakfast is served," she said, dropping it down on the floor.

Jeremy was starving, so he lowered his head and began to lap up the cereal and milk. The arduous chore of having to bend over and eat out of a dish with his hands cuffed tested his core strength. Luckily, he took very good care of his body and his toned midsection allowed him to maintain a position suitable for the task at hand.

Leah was perched in a chair in her bra and panties, enjoying the show and getting hornier by the second. The sight of her husband's beautiful muscles straining every time he bent down... Damn. She longed to ride that beautiful dick of his so bad, but she wasn't quite done humiliating him.

Jeremy licked the bowl clean and then Leah helped him to his feet. She unhooked his hands and then commanded him to stand facing the tall bed post that had a heavy-duty screw eye affixed to the top of it.

With his hands behind his head, he watched his wife retrieve a set of leather restraints from the toy chest that she promptly attached to his hands. Then, with the help of a step stool that she dragged out of her closet, she pulled his hands upward via a rope that was attached to the cuffs which she passed through the eyelet. She pulled down on the rope until Jeremy was on his tippy toes and then she tied it off.

It was a position that Leah had been placed into countless times by her husband, so she knew exactly how to do it. "Hang tight," she said and left the room.

Jeremy knew what was eventually coming and it was not going to be pleasant. He was going to be flogged and the only question that remained was with what. Thankfully, his collection of whips and floggers were all relatively benign, made of soft leather and not too long. He had procured some paddles, too, but they were also comprised of leather and could not do much damage.

It had been ten minutes of hanging by the bedpost and the man's arms and calves were aching. That is when he heard the front door opening, followed by a female voice that was not his wife's. Both women were giggling, but he could not make out enough individual words by either of them to get any context regarding their conversation. Increasingly louder footsteps could now be heard and the whole thing was a little bit unsettling.