His Awful Marriage - chapter 12 
by Michael Freemont


Then Diane reached for the phone and called Barbara  "Hi Barb, I hear you 
need a stockboy. Well, I have one for you. Who? Michael. Yes, Michael, my 
Michael. He's going to quit his job so he can be your stockboy." Diane 
smiled at Carol who smiled back. "That's right, his job is giving him too 
much pride and self confidence and that's causing problems in our marriage 
and I think being a stockboy for you will help him get rid of that pride. 
Because you're such a bitch." Carol and Diane laughed. "Oh Barb, you don't 
have to thank me. That's what friends are for. Now? He's right here with my 
foot in his mouth. Okay, I'll drop him off in the morning on the way to 
work. Bye."

"Okay Michael darling you have a new job. Now after you finish cleaning my 
feet you'll call Mr. Johnson and you'll tell him you quit your job. You can 
tell him you have to learn how to lick your wife's feet and get the dirt out 
from under her toenails. Now let's see how you did." She pulled her foot out 
of her husband's mouth and looked at it. "That's much better. You see 
Michael, you can be a good boy when you try. Now Michael, the next time I 
see dirt under a toenail after you finish licking my feet you're going to be 
very, very sorry. Okay. Now call Mr. Johnson and tell him you quit your 
job>" Mike looked up at his wife and started to cry like a little boy. He 
loved his job. Why was she doing this? "Please Diane, please. Please don't 
make me do that." "Do you see what I mean about what his job does to him, 
Car? Does that look like a submissive husband to you? I told him to do 
something and he's arguing with me." "I'm not," pleaded Mike, "But I love my 
job----" "You're supposed to love me Michael. It's your job that's giving 
you this attitude that I don't like - this - this male pride which we have 
to get rid of once and for all. Now you heard me tell Barbara that you're 
going to be her stockboy. What do you expect me to do? Call her back and 
tell her my husband who is supposed to be obedient to me just won't obey me? 
Now get on the phone and call Mr. Johnson and quit your job before I really 
get angry. Now!"

Of  course Mike did as he was told but Mr. Johnson was confused until Diane 
grabbed the phone and told Mike's boss not to bother them again. "There - so 
much for your career as an engineer. Now you can start your new career as a 
stockboy - which is more in keeping with your personality." This made Carol 
break out laughing and that made Diane laugh too. They both knew that what 
Diane just did to her husband was so outrageous - and permanent. When Diane 
met Mike he'd been so proud of being an engineer and she knew he was a good 
one. Everyone had told her how bright he was and what a good engineer he was 
and that he had such a promising career. Well no more! With one phone call 
she'd taken it all away from him.

Mike realized what she had done to him as he lay awake that night with his 
face in his wife's big ass. As he lay there breathing in her awful odor he 
realized his whole career was over. All those years in school, those years 
learning the basics - over! His work had become the only part of his life he 
liked and now she had taken that away from him. Why was she so mean? He 
started to sob and Diane smiled as she heard his sob and felt his tears on 
her butt.

Diane delivered Mike to Barbara the next day the way a mother would take a 
young child to school and Barbara was amused when she heard about not 
letting Mike wash his face because she wanted it to smell of her crotch. 
Barbara broke out laughing when Diane told her that he must ask permission 
to use the .bathroom and that he's not permitted to close the door. "I think 
you'll get a kick out of the way he has to lay across the toilet to pee.. 
And don't be afraid to yell at him Barb and you can even slap him in the 
face whenever you want. I'm trying to get rid of his male pride but some of 
it keeps raising its ugly head from time to time. Isn't that so Michael?" 
Mike mumbled a yes , very embarrassed. "So if he does anything - anything at 
all you don't like just slap him in the face. He understands that and you'll 
be doing me a favor."

"How was your first day as a stockboy darling?"  Mike had arrived back home 
and taken off his clothes and was naked. Maybe it wasn't too late. He hated 
being a stockboy. He had to talk to his wife. Diane had taken her drink, 
kicked off her shoes and removed her pantyhose and was pleased to see her 
husband obediently getting into position to give her feet their nightly 
tongue bath. She was in a good mood and she saw the sad look on her 
husband's face. "Why do you look so said darling?"  Mike swallowed. "Diane - 
this is not normal--" "What darling? What's not normal? You mean having to 
lick your wife's dirty feet? Is that what you mean Michael?" He saw it was 
no use. He should have known better. "Sweetheart, for this it is normal. 
Darling, you've got to stop thinking of yourself as a man. Do you know any 
man that's married that's still a virgin?" She laughed at him. Her foot 
smelled awful in front of him and he knew it would soon be in his mouth. 
Mike had suggested a few weeks ago that he wouldn't mind licking her feet so 
much if she would wash them first but she had laughed and said that if she 
washed them first she wouldn't need is mouth to clean them. 'Diane, please," 
he begged now, "I'll lick your feet, I'll do anything you want but please 
don't make me be a stockboy - I'm an engineer. Oh I'm so unhappy.' "I'm 
sorry you're unhappy Michael but I think you'll be better off when you 
accept what I want for you. You're not an engineer anymore. You're a 
stockboy now. Accept it Michael. In a few years you'll forget all you knew 
about engineering. And I know you'll lick my feet Michael. Every night and 
whenever I want you to. And now enough talking. My feet are hot and sweaty 
and I want them in your mouth now. Ahhh. That's it. That's the good boy. 
Michael, you have to stop looking back to what your life was before we were 
married. Mmmm, That feels so nice. Michael, this is what you have to learn. 
How to lick and clean my feet and how to kiss my legs and how to eat me out. 
That's what you have to know - not engineering. Engineering was a 
distraction for you Michael. I think you would think about your job whenever 
you had to do something you didn't like doing - like keeping my smelly feet 
in your mouth like this or having to keep your face in my ass at night. Am I 
right?" Mike, with his wife's foot now deep in his mouth, didn't answer. "So 
now you're no longer an engineer and now you can concentrate on what you're 
supposed to be doing for me."

Mike was so lonely. Diane had forbidden him to have any contact with any of 
his old friends or his family. "I'm your family now Michael. I'm the only 
family you need." Mike never had anyone to talk to. On weekends Diane made 
Mike clean the apartment or go with her when she went shopping and Carol 
usually went with them and Mike was treated like a child. Although Diane and 
Carol ignored him Diane did not let him wander off and it was very boring 
for him. On Saturday nights and usually on Sunday Diane would go out with 
her friends leaving Mike home to clean and do his chores.

Diane made very good progress with Mike the first six months of their 
marriage and the help she got from her friends Carol and Barbara was 
important. Mike continued to feel that this would all change. The year was 
passing  and he kept hoping---.

One Saturday night Diane returned home at 1 in the morning - which was not 
unusual and was amused to see her husband still scrubbing the floor. It was  
clean but Mike didn't want to take any chances. He had been so depressed all 
night. His wife was out with another man doing who knows what. "Hi darling, 
I'm home." She walked over to him and smiled down at him and stretched. "Oh 
Michael, I had a wonderful time. And tomorrow is supposed to be a nice warm 
day and Carl and I are going to sit on the beach."  Mike swallowed. Diane 
laughed. "Oh come on Michael, don't sulk again. Come into the bathroom. I 
have to piss."