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."
