Did I Go Too Far? The Cheating Husband

I had a sub—a grad student—who had serviced me several times in my hotel over the past couple of years when I visited Austin. Then I found out the fucker was married—his wife of four years and a baby.

I decided to teach him a lesson. I arranged for him to come to my hotel. Once there, I got him naked, bound him to my bed, and locked his cock in a chastity cage—tight, with a lock. I gagged him, then used his facial recognition to unlock his phone. I snapped a couple of photos, making sure his tattoos were clearly visible, ensuring he could be easily recognized. Then I put a blindfold on him and noise-canceling earphones over his head.

I sent the photos to the wife’s contact in his phone with a simple message: “Call me.” And she did. Only it wasn’t her husband answering his phone—it was me.

I explained to her that her cheating husband had been submitting to me in every way possible for over two years, but I had only just discovered he was married with a baby. I told her he had paid me over $10k in tribute gifts, claiming he had nothing else to spend his meager salary on. I told her I was about to administer my own punishment with my whip, but if she wanted to take advantage of his helpless position, she was welcome to join us at the hotel. I gave her the info and hung up before she could get a word out. Then I texted her the details again.

With that done, I turned my attention back to him. I used my whip to quickly land several strikes across his chest. He tried to scream, but the gag muffled it, making me laugh. The marks appeared immediately. I snapped another photo and sent it to his wife while ignoring her incessant calls. Then I turned off the phone and got to work.

By the time there was a knock on my door, he was in noticeable pain. I had always been careful to deliver the stinging pain he craved without leaving marks—now I knew why. I didn’t care anymore about keeping his secret.

I answered the door. His wife stood there, furious but unsurprised. Wives know when their men are cheating. I had just made her confront it.

I told her the room was paid for, checkout was at 11 the next morning. I had used his credit card to upgrade to a suite. I handed her the key to his cage. I said she was free to continue punishing him or let him go. Then I stepped into the other room to give her privacy. I heard her yelling at him, and then, after a while, the unmistakable sound of muffled screams. They grew more intense, so I took a look. She had found my cane and was beating him ruthlessly with it. There he was—vulnerable and helpless as I had left him—and she was taking full advantage.

She finally finished, turned to me, and said, “I’m done. I’m keeping this, though,” referring to the key to his cage. Then she walked out.

I let him calm down before removing his gag and blindfold. He was crying, his spirit broken. Beyond the physical pain, he knew his marriage was over. I told him to get dressed and get the fuck out. He looked confused about the cage on his cock, so I explained. “She has the key.” His defeat and understanding registered clearly on his face.

Personally, I think he deserved it all. Even writing this now, I know some are going to criticize me. But the asshole had it coming. Lying to me. Lying to her. Cheating on his wife and family. Never mind all the money he gave me in tributes that should have gone to his family. But go ahead—I want everyone to chime in. Leave a comment, let me know… Did I go too far?