His Awful Marriage - chapter 14 
by Michael Freemont



How long was she going to keep him kneeling there and making him kiss her 
legs while she sat on his hands and arms? He felt so awful and all he could 
do was kneel there before her and keep kissing - and cry - she said he could 
cry. He saw her legs were not attractive - they were heavy and had moles 
which he saw in front of him and felt as he obediently move his lips from 
one spot to another as he kissed. He didn't want to anger her but he felt so 
bad about what she had said about the permanency of his restrainer.

Diane watched him, smiling. She had been out with a man last night and again 
today and she just told her husband that she was never going to let him have 
any sexual relief and here he was, kneeling in front of her kissing her legs 
as she sat on his arms on the toilet. But as she looked down at her poor 
husband she realized she was right. She had made him into such a pathetic 
creature and she was certainly never ever going to fuck him and just the 
thought of letting him jerk off disgusted her. She was right. He was just 
going to have to live with total sexual denial. Besides, nothing bothered 
her more than a male that had just been satisfied and was no longer 
interested in getting his relief. Males were so much easier to control when 
they were trying to empty their balls. Well, that's how her husband was 
always going to be - desperate to cum but never being able to.

That night as Mike lay with his face in his wife's ass he was so upset. 
She'd called him her eunuch. She'd said he was neither male nor female. Is 
that what she wanted him to be - her eunuch?  He'd agree to no sexual relief 
for him for a year and now she had said he would never be permitted sexual 
relief. Why? That was so unfair. Then he realized that she might expect him 
to have to sleep like this even after the year was up. Was this what his 
life was always going to be? What kind of a life was this? Every night 
having to sleep with his nose in his wife's ass and having to breathe in her 
awful stink. It smelled like this every night - some nights worse than 
others depending on how well she had wiped herself that day. But it always 
smelled awful. And then her farts in his face----. Mike felt so sorry for 
himself. His wife controlled everything he did. She gave him no freedom. She 
went out with other men and unless she took him with her shopping she made 
him stay home alone - always alone. It was such a terrible life and he 
wondered if things could get worse and then, as if in answer, Diane released 
her first fart of the night. Then, with his face in her ass like the baby 
she was making him into, Mike cried again. What could he do? He had no 
money, no career, no friends. He was trapped. Maybe if he was totally 
submissive the way she wanted him to be  - maybe--. As he lay there in the 
heat and stink of her body and her ass he realized his mistake in getting 
her angry - you just couldn't do that with Diane no matter what. He realized 
he had no place to go if he ever wanted out of his marriage - and he knew 
Diane would never let him out of it. He sobbed, realizing what an awful 
mistake he had made in marrying Diane but realizing too that there was 
nothing he could do about that now and he had to learn to accept his life 
and live with it as best he could. He saw he had to always be totally 
submissive to his wife but maybe he could talk to her about this ---Maybe if 
he did so very submissively--

The next morning as Diane was using the toilet and again sitting on her 
husband's hands, enjoying the feeling of his kisses on her legs she saw how 
tired he looked and she knew he's probably been up most of the night. He was 
such a good boy and really didn't deserve the way she was ruining him but 
she couldn't help herself.

Mike wanted to talk to her - to plead with her but he knew this wasn't the 
time. He had to keep kissing her legs now. If he stopped she would get 
angry. Finally, she reached over with her right hand and took some toilet 
paper and leaned to her left, taking her weight off Mike's left arm and 
putting all of it on his right as she reached under herself and wiped - and 
then repeating this once. Mike didn't dare react to the terrible weight on 
his right arm but just continued kissing her legs. Then she got up leaving 
Mike kneeling in front of the toilet now filed with her waste. "Okay 
darling, you can flush the toilet and then it's time to go to work. Mike 
thought this was his chance.

"D-diane - can I talk to you?"  She looked back down at him kneeling 
submissively with amusement. "Yes Michael - what is it?"  He had planned 
this all night while awake in her smelly ass. "Diane - I- I understand you 
won't ever let me have intercourse with you. And - and you want me to lick 
you - and clean the house and everything but--" he swallowed "but why---I 
mean  - if I'm really very good for the rest of the year--I mean-- " Diane 
loved him groveling like this. "I m-mean I thought that after the year you 
would take this off and - and I wouldn't have to sleep with my face in - in 
your ass - that - that we could have sort of a normal life - have a 
child----"

Diane couldn't keep a straight face and she broke out laughing. "I have a 
child Michael. You keep acting more like a child every day."  She saw he was 
becoming just like a child. He was kneeling there begging her to let him 
lead a normal life. Her friends were never going to believe this. He was 
acting like a child and now she was going to treat him like a child. He was 
making it so easy for her. "Michael, you're not being a good boy asking me 
this. Didn't you hear what I told you last night about your restrainer?  If 
you were a good boy you would accept what I said I wanted and not try to 
debate with me. I don't think there was anything that wasn't perfectly clear 
in what I said. Your restrainer stays on permanently. Not for one year or 
two years or ten years. Always. And not if your good or bad  and believe me 
you're going to be good - I'll see to that. Michael, you know you're not 
allowed to fuck don't you?" Mike swallowed. "Y-yes but---" "So why do you 
want your restrainer off? I know why - so you can play with yourself like a 
little boy and that's just the reason I'm going to keep your restrainer on 
permanently. Do I want a child?  I have a child!"

"And now what's this about not sleeping with your face in my ass? Are we 
regressing Michael? Are we going backwards? I thought we settled that a long 
time ago. Didn't we?" "Yes," he said hoping she would stop and sorry he 
started. "Please---" "Did I ever say that's only going to be for a year? Did 
I? Did you ever hear me say that? I'm asking you a question Michael." She 
sounded angry now. Mike stammered out another soft no. "Then why do you 
bring it up now? Are you just trying to annoy me? Are you?" Mike swallowed. 
"I-I'm s-sorry--" Diane had trouble keeping from laughing our loud.  He 
actually apologized even though she knew she was being totally unreasonable 
as she was browbeating him. But she continued. "You know how much I love 
having your nose in my ass when I sleep don't you?" Mike muttered a yes 
hoping she would stop. . "So why do you bring this up? I don't understand 
you Michael. You know how much I love the feel of your face in my ass when I 
sleep so why would you expect me to want to give that up after a year? Does 
that make any sense to you Michael?  No Michael, let me spell it out for you 
clearly. You're going to spend every night for the rest of your life with 
your face in my ass. Every night Michael. Period. "Where did you get the 
idea that's going to change in a year Michael? Next you're going to be 
telling me again how you're awake almost all night and how bad my ass 
smells. Does It? Does my ass smell bad Michael?" "Y-yes," he muttered hoping 
again she would stop. "Why does it smell Michael? Let's see how smart you 
are. Tell me. Why does my ass smell?" Mike was so sorry he started this. 
"Be-because - because you shit from there."  "Oh wow - you do know. Maybe 
you're not so stupid after all. And are you up most of the night Michael?"  
He muttered a very weak yes. "Well, I guess your body is just being stubborn 
like you Michael and it's not accepting that the only way it will sleep is 
down there. Michael I really hope we're not regressing and going backwards. 
You've spent every night of the past six months with your face in my ass and 
it hasn't killed you even with lack of sleep. Michael, it's time you 
understood that this is your normal life now. Now I don't want to have to 
discuss this with you again. As a matter of fact, I don't want you to ever 
speak again without permission or unless I - or one of my friends asks you a 
question. Little boys are seen and not heard so no more speaking. Good 
little boys speak only when spoken to."

She saw the look of misery on his face and spoke more softly to him now. 
"Michael darling, the only thing that ever involved a one year period was 
your restrainer. And last night I told you that I had discussed it with Carl 
and decided that the one year period was off and that your restrainer is 
staying on permanently. There was never any question about a one year period 
for keeping your face in my ass and I don't know where you got the idea that 
there was."  She put her hand on his head as he knelt there. "Darling, 
you've got to accept that this is what your life is always going to be like. 
Now it's time to go to work and I expect you to be a good boy at work and 
I'd better not get a bad report from Barbara. And I don't want to hear that 
you were sulking. I won't stand for that. You can cry whenever you want but 
no sulking. Do you understand?" Mike muttered a yes. "Now kiss my ass and 
we'll go to work."

Diane couldn't have been happier with the way things had gone. She had made 
clear to her husband what their relationship was and that it was staying 
that way. What did he really expect? Did he really expect everything to 
change in a year? She saw how unhappy he was but did he really expect to be 
happy in their marriage?

To be continued----