His Awful Marriage - chapter 13 
by Michael Freemont



"I don't know how late I'll be home darling but I want you to wash all the
windows today," she said the following morning. "You should have plenty of
time." And he did. Mike hated the thought of his wife being out with another
man while he was made to stay home, naked, and clean the house. And it was
such a nice warm spring day outside. But with his clothes locked up he
couldn't go outside. He washed the windows and kept picturing his wife at the
beach with this Carl. He knew she wouldn't be sitting on his stomach. Oh he
was so unhappy. He was so lonely. If only she would get this all out of her
system. He knew he had to show her how docile he could be. Tears came to his
eyes again. He cried a lot now and he noticed Diane liked that. His restrainer
reminded him of the unfairness of it all. A had agreed to having his penis
locked up for a year. Well, the year was passing and he would show her that he
could do it and then---

Diane returned home that night at 11:30 and she was smiling like a contented
kitten. "The house looks good Michael. I guess you do need these weekends."
Mike was glad she was pleased with his cleaning but not about her reminding
him that this was always going to be the routine. Diane stretched. "I have to
piss. Get into the bathroom." Mike did as he wife said and knelt in front of
the toilet with his arms on the seat and Diane sat on them after she took off
her skirt. Mike knew what he was supposed to do and he lowered his face to her
thighs and began kissing, tasting the salt and feeling the sand from the
beach, feeling sad that she had been having fun at the beach while he had been
made to stay home and clean on what had been a beautiful day. Diane pissed but
remained sitting on Mike's hands and Mike continued to kiss her legs.

"We had a wonderful day today Michael. By the way, your ears must have been
burning because we were talking about you." Mike said nothing but kept kissing
his wife's thighs as he knew he was supposed to. "Today I told Carl about our
arrangement that your prick is being kept locked up for a year. You should
have seen the look on his face when I told him that darling and then it made
him laugh. Then he said something that made me laugh Michael. Carl said that I
made you into a eunuch. That made me laugh." Diane saw the hurt look on her
husband's face which was still against her leg and she rubbed the back of his
neck with affection. "But when you think of it I guess it's true Michael. With
your penis locked up you're neither a male nor a female." She laughed. "You're
neither a male nor a female - you're a eunuch." She laughed again.

"Then Carl and I talked about our one year arrangement Michael and Carl
brought up a very interesting point darling. Carl is very smart. Carl asked if
I would feel any different in a year and I thought about it for only a second
and I realized I wouldn't. You know I want to keep you a virgin and as I
thought about it I realized that I'm never going to want to let you jerk off.
It's really disgusting - especially for a grown man." She rubbed the back of
his neck again with his face still in her lap. "I love your restrainer Michael
and how it's changing you. It's not allowing you to cum and that's helping
make you so nice and docile and submissive. Well, Carl let me see that it's
really unfair to you to let you get your hopes up about what would happen when
the year is up and darling he's right. It's not fair to you to let you count
the days and then be disappointed when the year is over and I tell you that
your restrainer is not coming off. So let's make it official right now. Forget
about the year Michael, your restrainer is staying on permanently. I decided I
never want you to cum. There's no reason for it." Mike was shocked. He
couldn't believe what he'd just heard. He had been counting the days. There
were 186 left. Just that afternoon he'd thought about it. He'd assumed that
when the 186 days were up his wife would remove his restrainer and everything
would change - that they would live as husband and wife. Now this. Everything
was going to just continue. Without thinking Mike lifted his face from her
thigh and screamed, "You can't! It's not fair!" Diane of course couldn't let
that outburst pass although she could understand it. She slapped him hard in
the face and with her sitting on his arms Mike couldn't pull away and his face
was right there in front of her - a perfect target. She slapped him again -
and again. "How dare you speak to me like that Michael? Just who do you think
you're talking to?" Mike's face was now beet red from her slaps. "Don't you
ever, ever speak to me like that again Michael. Do you understand me?" Mikes
eyes were full of tears and they started flowing down his cheeks. He took a
deep breath and apologized. Diane almost broke out laughing. He apologized.
She had just come home from being out with another man and then she told her
husband that was never going to be permitted any kind of sexual relief and
then she slapped him in the face when he objected and he apologized to her.
She saw he was crying steadily now. She loved that. She was making him into a
little boy and she loved it when he cried like a little boy. "Diane, please -
this isn't normal. I-I'm a grown man. I'm your husband - I love you. Why are
you doing this?" "If you love me Michael, why aren't your lips on my legs
where they belong? I didn't give you permission to stop kissing my legs did
I?" Mike swallowed and lowered his face back to her heavy sand covered thighs
and began kissing again. He felt so helpless. "That's better Michael. Soft
submissive kisses. You know how. Keep your lips very loose. Like that. Good.
The outsides of my thighs too, Michael. You always forget them. Here," she
said pointing. "And here Stretch a little. I want you to kiss every inch of my
thighs from my hips to my knees. Reach a little. Keep your lips moving. That's
better. Mmmmm. Yes. This is how I like you Michael - docile and submissive.
You should know that by now. Look Michael," she said trying to show she was
being reasonable in her outrageous new decision. "If you remember I never said
I would take your restrainer off after a year. I said I would see. Well, I
have seen and I made up my mind. I know you're frustrated but that's good. I
like you frustrated. It helps make you nice and submissive to me like this. I
like this. That won't change in a year or ten years. Now I know you probably
think I'm a real bitch Michael but try t look at it another way. I think I was
being nice to you in telling you this tonight instead of letting you go the
rest of the year counting the days and then being so disappointed when I told
you then that your restrainer isn't coming off. You were counting the days
weren't you?" Mike lifted his face from her leg and sobbed out a yes and Diane
slapped him in the face again and yelled at him. "Keep your lips on my leg
when you answer me Michael damit! How many times do I have to tell you that
after all these months?" Mike was afraid of his wife and he quickly lowered
his face back down to her thighs and began kissing then again. "I'm not going
to stand for your disobedience, Michael. Whenever we're in this position
you're to keep your lips on my legs and kiss them and keep kissing them until
I get up or tell you to stop. And when you answer me you talk with your lips
against my leg. You should know that by now - we've discussed it so many
time." Then, in a softer voice. "You were counting the days weren't you?"
"Yes," he mumbled but this times he kept his lips on her leg. Diane smiled and
patted his head. "You see, you can be a good boy if you try." Diane was smart.
She'd put her husband into a position where the only reaction he could have to
the outrageous things she was telling him about what his life was going to be
was to kiss her legs. How could he argue with her in that position? She had
just told him that he would never - never be permitted to have an orgasm and
all he could do was kiss he legs. "Well, Michael, it would have been mean to
let you go on counting days. I realized that this afternoon with Carl. The
sooner you learn to accept the fact that as part of my domination of you
you're never ever going to cum the better it will be for you - and for our
relationship. Do you understand? Look Michael, you knew before you married me
that I would never let you have sex like a man. Sex in our marriage means you
satisfying me with your mouth and lips and tongue. Submissively. That's what I
love. And for you to do that there's no reason for you to cum. It's messy and
disgusting and only real men should cum. I can see now that I'm right in
treating you like a little boy because that's what you act like."

Mike was crying steadily now but he kept his lips on his wife's legs and kept
kissing them. Diane loved it when he cried - he was acting like a little boy.
"You can feel free to cry Michael. Maybe that will make you feel better. and
help you accept what I said. You look so docile and submissive when you cry
and I like that."