His Awful Marriage - chapter 3 by Michael Freemont She meant it. She had never felt that way before. The feeling of absolute power. He had agreed to having his penis locked up until their honeymoon. Their honeymoon - bullshit. Once they were married she would really take control. She was going to make sure he got no sexual relief - ever! Here was Michael, a normal, healthy twenty-five year old in the prime of his life and she as his wife was going to make sure he was denied any sexual relief whatsoever. What power! And he had agreed she could go out with other men. Was there anything she couldn't make him do for her? He looked at it. The metal tube covering his penis. The chain going around his balls and the lock. It was ridiculous. He couldn't take it off - he couldn't touch his penis. He had to pee. The end was open so that was no problem but the tube was strapped up against his stomach. He went into the bathroom and thought for a moment and then he lay across the seat. He put his hand between the tube and his belly and pushed out the tube as far as it would go with the strap holding it and it was enough. He peed and it went into the toilet. And he realized this is what he would always have to do when he went to the bathroom. Oh well, he would be married soon and then it would come off. How wrong he was. "Well, it's locked on." Diane was having coffee with Carol, her best friend. Carol couldn't believe it. That a man - a boy really - at the height of his sexual prime would allow a woman to lock up his prick. Carol shook her head. "Is he an idiot? I mean, he sounds like a pussy whipped jerk." Diane smiled. "I guess he is pussy whipped. He loves me. Oh Carol, I'm so excited. He thinks it's until we're married but as soon as we're married and I know I have him I'm going to tell him that his prick is staying locked up. Carol, this is what we always talked about - marrying a man and then denying him any kind of sexual relief and being able to make him go down on me whenever I want. Carol, that's going to be the only form of sex in our marriage - Michael eating me out whenever I want." The women laughed. Their honeymoon. That's when Diane drove home to Mike that sex was to mean pleasure only for her and complete denial for him. Mike knew long before they were married that he would have to bring her to orgasms with his mouth and tongue. He always hated that and found it vile and disgusting especially since Diane did not keep herself particularly clean and always smelled down there. He always tried to hide his disgust so as not to anger her. Every date they had always had him going down between her legs. In the year before their marriage Mike's technique had developed and Diane was thrilled at how well she was able to dominate him and she became more and more selfish. She would have Mike take her to drive in movies on their dates and then she would make him spend the entire time with his head under her skirt, his face in her crotch, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm while she enjoyed sex and the movie at the same time - and Mike enjoyed neither. The first time this happened in a drive in Mike tried to come up after her first orgasm but Diane wouldn't let him. She pressed his face to her crotch and ordered him, "Stay there!" He did - and a shiver went through Diane at her ability to control him. It was at that moment that Diane had made up her mind that she would marry him. She put her hand down and caressed the back of his neck and watched the movie and ate her popcorn as Mike began to kiss her damp pussy the way he knew she liked him to. Her continued caress on the back of his neck and his head told him he was right. It didn't take long. Five minutes later Mike heard her breathing hard and then she erupted again on Mike's face. She must have had ten orgasms that night in the drive in. After the movie, as Mike drive her home, she noticed Mike's face and she almost burst out laughing. Her cum was dried all over it. She saw he had a sad expression on his face and she knew she had to be nice to him then. She didn't want him to get away. "Oh Michael darling, I never enjoyed a drive in more. Thank you." Mike swallowed. "I didn't get to see the picture at all Diane." She couldn't help laughing. "I know darling and it was a good movie but you made me very happy. Oh Michael, I love you down there. I love to cum on your face. It's so romantic. What a wonderful way to watch a movie - with you down there and me eating my popcorn." What could Mike say? He was hooked. He loved this large woman. They went to drive in movies every week after that. And Mike never saw the movie. And she would never grant Mike sexual relief. When Mike one night after bringing Diane to five glorious orgasms with his mouth shyly asked her to masterbate him she acted shocked, saying that was disgusting. And Mike had to wait to get home to relieve himself. Mike assumed that's the way it would be when they were married How wrong he was. Had he known then what his marriage was going to be like he never would have married Diane. But that was fifteen years ago and it was much too late now. Suddenly Mike heard an explosion and he felt a blast of warm air hit his face. Diane had farted in her sleep again. Although she did this often, after fifteen years Mike never got used to it. He hated the horrible disgusting smell more as time went by. He knew his next breath would confirm it - it did. The smell was just awful and Mike knew it would be like that for at least a half hour since there was no air to dilute the fart. And Mike knew Diane's rule - that he had to just stay there with his nose at her asshole and remain passive. Passive - that was her word. She had pointed out how romantic it was to have her hasband's face in her ass when she farted. How could he stand this? Even now, after fifteen years of doing this every night. Years ago, Diane had explained that besides making her happy, it was good for him in teaching him to be nice and docile - the way she wanted him to be. To be continued-----