His Awful Marriage - chapter 9 
by Michael Freemont



Mike was sure this would all change but he just couldn't confront Diane. She
went crazy when anyone did. But he didn't want to give up his card game. He
had been playing with his friends for years now and he always looked forward
to Thursday nights. He would speak to his wife. She would understand. He got
home and took off his clothes. Then he swallowed and was determined to talk to
his wife. "D-Diane - I-I'd really like to play cards with my friends tonight.
I-I'll be home early. I promise. Please." Diane smiled sweetly at him and
spoke to him in a loving voice but one that a mother would use to her child.
"Darling, I understand, I really do. But you're married to me now and I'm not
going to permit you to see your friends anymore." Mike couldn't believe what
he just heard and he looked at his wife and he saw she was serious. She meant
it. "I know it sound mean and unfair Michael but those are my rules. You're
not going to have any free time anymore. Now there's something I want you to
do for me tonight. I need you to take care of my feet tonight. They're very
hot and tired and sweaty and I want you to massage them for me." Mike
swallowed. Maybe he could do what she wanted, massage her feet, and then go
play cards.

Diane got up, kicked off her shoes, took off her pantyhose and put her feet up
on the hassock. Mike went over and knelt in front of the hassock and started
to rub one of her feet and he became aware of the stink. Diane saw the look on
her face. "That's nice Michael. Do my feet smell?" Mike wasn't sure how to
answer without getting into trouble. "Y-yes - they do." Diane nodded. "I know.
I've been on them all day and they're all sweaty and grimy - and they must
really be smelly." She smiled at him. "Now I want you to take my foot in your
mouth and give it a nice tongue massage. It'll feel so nice for me and at the
same time you'll be licking my foot clean." He looked at her. She wasn't
kidding. She was serious. She'd just told him how her feet were sweaty and
smelly and dirty and she wanted her husband to put them in his mouth. "Here."
She shoved her right foot in Mike's face. He knew he as trapped and if he
didn't want another argument he would have to do what she wanted. He took his
wife's sweaty foot in his mouth. It tasted worse than it smelled. "Oooohh,
Michael that feels so nice." Diane put her head back and closed her eyes.
"Ohhhhhh, that feels so nice. Now lick between my toes. Oh yesssss." It did
feel wonderful and Diane realized that very few women would ever experience
what she was feeling now. She looked down at her husband with her foot in his
mouth and she saw the sickly look on his face. He was such a good boy. That's
how she was starting to think of him - as her little boy. She smiled as she
realized she was being such a bitch. All he wanted to do was to play cards
with his friends and instead she was making him kneel there with her dirty
foot in his mouth.

Well, she had decided that as part of her domination of him he was not going
to be able to have any friends and he would just have to accept that.. She
loved the feeling of having her tired feet in his mouth and she kept Mike at
this for an hour. Then she pulled her foot out of his mouth, looked at it
approvingly and told him to do the same thing with her left foot as she shoved
it into his mouth. Mike, who shouldn't have been surprised, was but he just
started with his tongue again bearing the awful smell and tasting the grime.
"Oh Michael, that feels so nice. You're going to have to do this for me every
night." Then it was time to be a little critical. "Now c'mon, get your tongue
between my toes. Don't get lazy on me." That's it. You're supposed to be
cleaning my feet and I expect you to swallow anything you find between my
toes." At 8 o'clock the phone rang and Diane answered it. It was Mike's friend
Bob asking about Mike who didn't meet his friends as planned. "Bob, Michael is
not going to be able to play cards because he has too much to do around the
house. No he can't come to the phone now, he's taking care of my feet for me.
Bye." And she hung up. Mike felt like crying but Diane felt cruel. "Michael, I
told you to move your tongue damit! Get it between my toes. Do you see why you
don't have time to be with your friends? Cleaning my feet is much more
important for you to do." Finally Diane pulled her foot out of his mouth. Mike
saw it was still early. Maybe he could still go. But Diane had other ideas.
"Now I want you to work on my heels Michael. A girl always gets some dead skin
back there and I want you to scrape it off - very gently - with your teeth. If
there are any rough spots Michael, use your tongue to soften it and then
you'll be able to scrape it off with your teeth." Mike swallowed but obeyed
and took her left heel into his mouth and ran his tongue around it and when he
found a rough spot he used his tongue to try to soften it as she had said. It
tasted awful. The he used his teeth to scrape the rough spot away. "Mmmmm.
That feels nice Michael. Don't stop. Just swallow whatever you scrape off and
keep doing it." She wanted him to swallow the dead skin that he scrapped off.
It was so disgusting but he did what she told him. Then she had him do her
right heel. He was licking off the dead skin mixed with dried perspiration and
as the sticky sweat was licked off Diane could feel the cool air cooling her
refreshed skin. A half hour later Diane switched feet again and Mike saw he
would not be going out tonight. His nose was constantly rubbing her feet and
it was full of the odor of smelly feet. "Stop rushing Michael. Slow down.
You're not in a hurry. Keep your tongue moist. I want slow licks on my soles."

Finally, she got up. "That was so nice Michael. I don't want to seem mean
Michael but I'm going to want that treatment every night so you see why you
don't have time for friends? Now I want you to take your shower and shave."

The next night as Mike entered the house feeling so tired and dreading what
had become his routine, he heard laughter and realized that someone was with
his wife. Sure enough he saw Carol sitting next to Diane on the couch and they
were talking and laughing and when he came into the room he saw Carol look at
him with amusement. "Darling, you know my friend Carol but why are your
clothes still on?" Mike looked at his wife and then at Carol who was smiling
now and then he looked imploringly at his wife. Did she really want him naked
in front of Carol? He got his answer. "Did you hear what I said Michael? Get
your clothes off. Now. You know you're not allowed to wear clothes in the
house." Diane got up and went over to Mike and slapped him hard in the face.
"Get your clothes off Michael." Tears came to his eyes and he saw Carol
smiling but he took off his clothes. Feeling so humiliated. Diane smiled at
Carol. This was the first time that Diane had humiliated her husband in front
of her friends but it would happen regularly. Then Carol saw his restrainer
and she clapped her hands together and laughed loudly. "Oh, I love it! I love
it! Let me see. Michael, come here." He was flushed and so embarrassed and he
just stood there. Diane was now laughing too and she tried hard to stop.
"Michael, don't be shy. Carol is our very good friend and she's seen naked
boys before. Now come over here. Show Carol your restrainer." Mike did,
feeling so foolish and ashamed. He walked over to Carol. "He seem so well
behaved Di." Carol said as if Mike wasn't even there. "Oh he is most of the
time Car, But he still has a lot to learn - like when to do what he's told..
But we'll get there." "I love your restrainer, Michael," Carol said trying
hard not to break out laughing again. Diane was loving this. It was such fun
with Carol participating. "What do you say to Carol Michael? Don't tell me I
have to teach you manners too." "T-Thank y-you." Mike muttered. "Michael has
agreed that his penis is going to be locked up until our 1 year anniversary
didn't you darling?" Diane winked at Carol. Mike swallowed. Why was this
Carol's business? "Michael darling it's time for you to take care of my feet.
You know like last night." She put her feet up on the hassock and kicked off
her shoes and slid down her panty hose. Mike knew he would have to do what his
wife wanted even with her friend there and so he just tried to forget where he
was and just took one of her feet into his mouth. "See what a good boy he is?"

Diane was thrilled to be doing this in front of Carol. She made her husband
continue while she and Carol chatted about things not concerning Mike - and
then about Mike as if he wasn't there. "He doesn't seem to be enjoying licking
your feet Di." "I know. I don't think he likes the smell or taste of my feet.
But he'll learn because he's going to be doing this every night."

To be continued------