His Awful Marriage - chapter 11 
by Michael Freemont



"How was your meeting?" she asked when she got home that night.  Mike had 
already gotten home and was, of course naked and she saw the unhappy look on 
his face. "I-I missed it Diane. And Mr. Johnson was very upset." "That's too 
bad," she said, feeling good that she had hurt his career. "But I was upset 
with the lazy way you were kissing my legs. Did you explain that to Mr. 
Johnson?   Did you tell him you wife was teaching you how to kiss her legs 
properly?" Mike just swallowed and said nothing. Diane smiled. She saw her 
husband was angry and was trying so hard to hold it in but she was going to 
make him swallow that anger. She was going to destroy all his self-respect 
so he would not ever be able to become angry. "Did you explain to Mr. 
Johnson that you were either acting macho or daydreaming when you were 
kissing my legs and that you're supposed to pay attention and act like the 
wimp you are? Did you tell him that?" Mike said nothing and Diane continued. 
"I hope you remember our lesson from this morning Michael, Do you?" "Y-yes," 
he answered, feeling stupid and upset. But Diane continued. "You'd better. 
When you're kissing my legs I want you to be thinking about kissing my legs 
and not your stupid job. You should be thinking that you're supposed to be 
pleasing me and acting wimpy and showing reverence and respect for my legs. 
This is not going to be that kind of marriage where your job is going to be 
more important than pleasing your wife and the sooner you learn that the 
better it's going to be for you." He was hoping she would stop already. "Do 
you understand me?" Mike mumbled a yes. "Good. Now get into the bathroom. I 
have to piss right now and we'll see what you learned this morning. And 
Michael, if you haven't learned your lesson we'll have another one tomorrow 
morning - and every morning until you do."  Mike went into the bathroom and 
knelt in front of the toilet and a few seconds later he was kissing her 
thighs as she sat on his arms and hands. Diane smiled as she looked down at 
him. She could see he was upset with her but he was not allowed to express 
that - he was not even allowed to sulk. She was making him kiss her legs.

She was right in making him miss his meeting. She had to put his job in 
proper prospective. Now she changed her attitude to show him he was doing 
the right thing. "Oh what a good boy you are. You see? You can give my legs 
the wimpy kisses I want. Now it's time for you to give my feet a tongue 
bath."

Weeks passed and Mike saw more restrictions imposed on him. She returned 
home one Saturday afternoon with Carol to find Mike reading a newspaper. He 
was naked as she demanded but he was sitting in a chair reading a newspaper 
and Diane became furious. She couldn't help it. She couldn't stand to see 
her husband content. Mike had been home along all day and had completed all 
his chores including washing and waxing the kitchen floor which had taken 
him several hours and now he was relaxing and reading a newspaper and just 
then Diane decided that he was to have no extracurricular activities at all. 
- and that included no TV and no reading - at all.

Mike had no idea he was doing anything wrong and he was shocked when she 
pulled the newspaper from him and slapped him in the face. "Don't you have 
anything to do Michael?" Tears filled his eyes and he put his hand to his 
red cheek. "I-I-I-finished--" "Really? Well listen to me Michael. You're 
never to read or watch TV! Do you understand me?" Mike saw Carol smirking at 
him but he saw that his wife was really angry. He really didn't understand 
but he nodded. "Did you do the laundry? Did you wash the windows?" Mike 
looked pathetic with tears dripping down his cheeks. "N-no but--" "No buts 
Michael! You're an engineer. You're supposed to be intelligent. If you used 
your brains I'm sure you could find things to do around the house when I'm 
not home. I guess I'll just have to give you more work." He started for the 
laundry feeling very upset. "Where do you think you're going?" He looked up 
at her. "To -to do the laundry--" Diane went and sat down on the couch next 
to Carol and spoke more softly now - like a parent would to a child she was 
trying to teach. "Michael darling, things like the laundry - and the windows 
and all things around the house are things you do when I'm not home. When 
I'm home you're to service me - and my body." She kicked off her shoes and 
pulled off her pantyhose. "Now I've been out all day walking and my feet are 
all hot and grimy and sweaty and they need a nice tongue bath. Don't you 
know that by now? Now get my feet in your mouth." Diane looked over and 
smiled at Carol as she saw her husband drop to his knees in front of  her 
and take one of her smelly feet in his mouth. After a few minutes Mike had 
licked all her anger away.  "You see Michael, you can be a good boy when you 
try. Now I know you'll remember. You're never to watch TV or read. If you 
finish your chores when I'm at home you're to see if there's something you 
can do for me. Maybe my legs need shaving or maybe I need a manicure or 
pedicure. Or maybe even a tongue bath for my feet. I always like having my 
feet in your mouth. And if I'm not home then you do something around the 
house. Do you understand?" Mike answered with a mumbled yes without letting 
her foot out of his mouth. Diane continued, "You have no time for anything 
else Michael. No reading, no TV. I don't want you to think about anything 
except how to please me. That's all you have to be concerned about." Mike 
began to realize what she was saying. He was to have no free time. He was to 
be always cleaning the house or servicing his wife. His life was going to be 
even worse than it had been. "He should understand Di - he's supposed to be 
smart. He's an engineer." "Well you would think so," said Diane to her 
friend Carol. "Well, I hope you do understand me Michael. I don't ever want 
to catch you reading. I know you like to read but no more Michael. As soon 
as you're done with my feet I want you to take all your books and take them 
downstairs to go out with the garbage. You don't have to be concerned with 
anything that's happening around the world - you just have to be concerned 
with my body. That's all that should be important to you Michael. Every 
little nick on one of my toenails, a scratch on my heel or a new pimple on 
my ass should be a major event in your life. You don't have to know what's 
happening in Japan but you have to know when there's dirt under a toenail 
that has to be licked out. That's what's important for you to know, not 
what's in books." She had him continue licking her feet for another hour and 
then she told him to go throw out his books and then take a shower and 
shave.

"I'm really such a bitch," she said to Carol when Mike left the room, "Why 
do you say that?" said Carol. "A new pimple on your ass is a major event in 
his life. Oh I love it!" She broke out laughing - and then so did Diane.

Months passed with Mike sinking deeper and deeper into slavery to his wife. 
Mike was always hoping Diane would change and he was always counting the 
days to their anniversary when he believed she would remove his restrainer 
and maybe things would be different then.  The only satisfaction Mike got 
was from his job. He was a good engineer and had a promising future. And 
that bothered Diane more and more.

One evening while Mike was giving his wife's feet their nightly tongue bath, 
Carol was visiting as she did often and the women were chatting, ignoring 
Mike as they had gotten used to him in his servile position with one of his 
wife's feet in his mouth. The women talked about all sorts of things and 
then when Carol mentioned the problem their friend Barbara was having 
getting a stockboy for her store Diane got an idea.

"I want you to quit your job Michael," she said to him suddenly, her foot 
deep in his mouth. Mike let her foot slip from her mouth and he looked up at 
his wife with alarm and disbelief. "Diane, you don't mean it. Please."  She 
looked at Carol and they both looked down at the look on his face and they 
smiled. "Yes, Michael, I do mean it. I know how many years you went to 
college and how you love your work but Barbara is our good friend and she 
needs a stockboy. Maybe your schooling will help you be a good stockboy for 
Barbara. That's going to be your new career." Diane smiled at Carol. She 
wasn't wrong. She saw the pleasure he got from his job and that it was an 
escape for him from her and so she decided to take that away from him - like 
she took away all he friends months ago. And his family  - and his books. 
Taking away his career was more important than the money he earned as an 
engineer - which wasn't that much anyway. He was being developed, however, 
for a fabulous career in engineering and now Diane decided to kill that 
career. Diane made a decent amount of money and she did not want to be in a 
marriage where her husband made more than she. They could live comfortably 
on the income she made and the small amount her husband was now earning as 
an engineer would be replaced by what he would earn as Barbara's stockboy - 
except that would never lead to the fine career now in her husband's future 
- which she was now determined to destroy.  "Diane, please let me keep my 
job. Please let me keep some self respect."  She smirked at him. :Self 
respect is not a desirable trait in you Michael. You know that - or should. 
I've told you that so many times. I don't want you to have any self respect. 
Passiveness, submissiveness and servility are the traits I want in you. Now 
get my foot back in your mouth before I get pissed off. Who told you to take 
my foot our of your mouth? And get that tongue busy. Look at the dirt under 
my toenails!" The to Carol. "My foot's been in his mouth an hour and look at 
the dirt that's still under my toenails." She was showing her foot to Carol 
who went along with this insanity of course. How dare he allow there to be 
dirt under his wife's toenails! Carol nodded. "I see it. It is dirt. You're 
right Di. I think he's just lazy." Diane leaned forward and grabbed Mike by 
the hair and pulled his face roughly down to her foot. "Look! Do you see the 
dirt? Under my big toe - and the toe next to it. Do you see it Michael?" 
"Y-yes" he stammered, trying to ignore the pain in his scalp where his wife 
was pulling his hair. "That's dirt Michael and you're supposed to lick all 
that out Michael.. After all these months I shouldn't have to be telling you 
that. You're supposed to be cleaning my feet. I'll bet you were thinking 
about your job again. He does that all the time Car. Once I had to keep him 
home from a meeting to teach him how to kiss my legs properly. Don't you 
know how to lick my feet clean yet? I think being a stockboy will be more in 
line for you because as a stockboy you'll learn how to clean. And you won' t 
be thinking about your job when you're supposed to be serving me. Now use 
your tongue and get my feet clean or you're going to be very sorry! Get that 
tongue under my toenails." She grinned at Carol as she saw the tears of hurt 
and frustration welling up in her husband's eyes as he obediently took her 
foot by the heel and put it back into his mouth. "Under the toenails 
Michael." Diane warned him. Mike ran his tongue under the toenails of her 
large toe and the toe next to it getting the dirt out and then swallowing 
it. "You have to tell him everything. That's better Michael. I don't ever 
want to see dirt under my toenails. I shouldn't have to tell you this 
Michael!

To be continued