His Awful Marriage - final chapter  
by Michael Freemont



The following Saturday night Mike was helping Diane dress for her date with
Carl. She noticed the sad look on his face and she decided to play with him.
"What's wrong honey, you look so sad?" She spoke sweetly and lovingly and Mike
swallowed. "I-it's because you're going out with another man." She smiled down
at him as he knelt at her feet having just finished putting on her stockings.
Diane was in a good mood. She was looking forward to her date with Carl and
Mike had been a good boy all day. They'd spent the afternoon shopping with
Carol and Mike had behaved perfectly - he didn't say a single word and had
been totally submissive and obedient to her. He had stayed with them as he
knew he wasn't allowed to wander off. As a matter of fact, he had behaved
perfectly all week and hadn't spoken a single word since the previous Monday
morning when he had begged her to reconsider her decision about making him
wear the restrainer permanently. He had been so docile since then and Diane
had been very pleased with him. He was so adorable before when he was kneeling
on front of her cleaning her tired smelly feet after they had come home from
shopping and without having to be told he had used his front bottom teeth to
scrape that piece of dirt out from under her large toenail and then, as he
swallowed it, he put her foot back in his mouth and looked up at her like a
little puppy dog to see if she was pleased with him. She had seen his docile,
pleading eyes, pleading for her approval and she had smiled down at him and
nodded her approval. Now this was the first time he had spoken since Monday,
the first time she had asked him anything all week. She stroked his cheek.

"Michael darling, haven't you accepted it yet? I'm a normal woman who must
spend some time with a man. And why do you say another man? Are you still
thinking of yourself as a man?" She laughed. "You're not Michael. You're not a
man. You're my little wimp. We've discussed this so many times haven't we?"
Mike swallowed. "Y-yes b-but I love you." Diane smiled down at him. "I know
you do darling. But I'm a normal woman and sometimes I want to be with a man.
Once in a while I want to get laid and what else can I do when my husband not
only isn't a man but must remain a virgin all his life but to go out with a
man for some sex?" Her logic was perfect except that it was only her whim that
he remains a virgin. But here she was going out with a man for sex and he was
going to have to say home and clean the house. He started to cry and she loved
it when he cried. It made him look like a little boy and she knew it made him
feel like one too. "Oh Diane, I'm so lonely. I-it's Saturday night and you're
going out and - and I don't want to have to stay home alone again. I'm so
lonely." Diane looked down and saw his pathetic face, his eyes filled with
tears. Now she was going to have to be mean. She saw he hadn't fully accepted
his position in her life and she saw she couldn't let him question her
authority over him. She had to drive it home to him. "Yes Michael, it's
Saturday night and I'm going out and you have to stay home alone. And just so
you know, tomorrow is Sunday and I'm going to go out again and I'm going to
make you stay home alone again. Now. You want to come with me? Is that what
you're saying? You want to sit and watch while Carl and I fuck? Is that it?
Michael, Michael, your place is here. You have a lot of housework to do and
you know it and Saturday night and Sunday afternoon when I'm out on a date or
out with my friends is perfect time for you to do your housework." Mike let
out a loud sob. "Diane, if you don't love me - maybe - maybe we should end our
marriage." "End our marriage? Don't be silly Michael that will never happy. Oh
honey I love being married to you and having you for my husband. But Michael,
you've got to accept that even though we're married I'll lever look at you as
my lover - or even my friend for that matter. I don't look at you as a man.
You're a wimp - and that's just how I want you. I love it when you lick me
down there and I love that I don't have to wash up first. Look Michael, maybe
when you get really good at giving me oral sex I may not think fucking is so
important. Think about that. Maybe that will give you an incentive to approve
your oral sex technique. I have confidence in you Michael. I think you can do
it. But I'm always going to go out and be with my friends and you're going to
have to accept that you're going to be home alone a lot.. Now it's getting
late and I have to go. Come kiss my ass and tell me you love me." She turned
her back to him and lifted her skirt and he kissed he panty clad butt.. "Okay,
now be a good boy and make sure you get the house nice and clean. Tomorrow you
can do the kitchen and the laundry so you have plenty of time tonight to do
everything else." Then she left.

His wife was out on a date. She was going to have sex. He was going to have to
stay home naked except for his restrainer and clean the house. He was
twenty-five years old and married but never allowed to have sex - with his
wife or even by masturbation but he was always going to have to use his mouth
and tongue on her unwashed body. Who was she going to be with? What was she
going to do? He did a good job cleaning that night, first because it gave him
something to do to keep his mind off his situation and also so his wife
wouldn't punish him for not doing a good job. He cried. What would his parents
say if they could see him and what she had done to him - what he had let her
do to him?

And now, after fifteen years of marriage, here was Mike - under the covers
with his nose at his wife's asshole as it had been every night for the past
fifteen years. It was so many years ago that Mike had given up any hope of
this every changing - of a night ever coming when his wife wouldn't insist he
stay down there with his face in her ass. He couldn't even remember what it
was like to sleep any other way. Sleep - he got so little sleep, always trying
to fall asleep and always thinking back to what his life had been but always
being sure to keep his nose in place.

He remembered how she had trained him to do that using the theory that if a
young boy can be taught not to pee in his sleep Mike should be able to learn
to sleep without moving his nose away from her asshole. They had been married
maybe ten months when Diane awoke one morning when Mike had just dozed and
when she pulled back the covers he was asleep with his nose on her butt. At
first she had thought it was cute but then she became annoyed because his face
was not in her ass as she had demanded and he was being disobedient. She had
discussed this with Carol and Barbara and they came up with a plan - although
she really wasn't sure they could train him to keep his nose in there even
when he slept - but even if they couldn't it would be fun trying.

It was the following Friday night when Carol and Barbara come over and Diane
took out a whippy stick and explained to Mike that he was going to be punished
for disobedience from now on. He had no idea what she was taking about and she
had explained that her rule was that he was to keep his face in her ass and
not on her butt and he was going to get fifteen strokes with the stick to
"teach" him and he was told to bend over the couch. He had screamed and jumped
away after the first hard stroke and Diane had warned him that she would add
five more strokes if he didn't get back into position in two seconds. He did -
and after the fifteen strokes his backside was raw with deep welts. Diane had
given him five strokes and then let Carol and Barbara each give him five. The
women had all enjoyed it more than they could have believed. Not only did it
help satisfy their sadistic urges but they found it helped relieve tensions
that they had built up. But later that night, after Carol and Barbara had left
Diane saw what they had done to her husband and, although she did feel good
she did feel some pity for Mike who was still sobbing when they got into bed
that night. She confused Mike by telling him to come up with her. He did what
she said and she hugged him bringing his face to her breasts. She had never
done this before and it made Mike somewhat hopeful. "Oh you poor thing." He
sobbed and kept sobbing. "Shhhhh. Come on. Settle down. Shhhh." She held him
to her as if he were an infant. "We hurt you tonight didn't we darling?"
"Y-yes dear--" he had said to her breast. "I know darling but you have to
learn to do what I want. And you know you're supposed to keep your nose in my
ass all night don't you?" "Y-yes but - but I - I move in my sleep---" She cut
him off. "And little boys pee in their sleep - but they learn not to - and
Michael, I think you can learn not to move your nose out of my ass at night
too. If not, well, we're just going to continue these Friday night sessions.
Do you understand?" Mike sobbed out a yes and Diane smiled holding him to her.
"Shhhh, C'mon now settle down. Stop crying." Mike was in terrible pain. His
backside was raw and bleeding but it was so nice to be hugged by his wife like
this and soon he began to sob quietly. She loved it when he cried. She looked
down at him and saw he looked just like a child. So helpless. But she was not
his mother; she was his wife and while she was his wife he was not her lover
and he was not where he belonged and now it was time to take that away from
him. She put her hands on his head and began to push him down gently. "Okay
Michael, that's enough now. Get down. C'mon. C'mon Michael, you know where you
belong. Get your face in my ass. I'm tired and I want to go to sleep. And I
want to see if you learned you lesson tonight."

Mike learned that night what his wife's terrible demand meant. He tried - he
really did. He was awake for a long time keeping his nose at her asshole. His
behind hurt terribly and not only did he have to endure the vile smell but he
had to suffer the pain of his wounded backside and he couldn't move his face.
He had to be sure his nose stayed right there. He tried - but at three AM Mike
dozed and just at that time Diane awoke to go to the bathroom. "I guess you
like your beatings, Michael. You just earned five strokes for next Friday.
Let's see how many more you earn."

By Friday Mike had earned thirty strokes of the stick, mostly for moving his
face out of Diane's ass but a few for other acts of disobedience and he was up
all night making sure he didn't move his face out of her ass. It worked, Diane
was right - she had trained her husband not to move his face in his sleep. Of
course Diane moved in her sleep and when she did Mike had to follow quickly
and get his nose back into position. The first time that happened Mike was
alarmed that he had been disobedient and he quickly pushed his face back
between her large asscheeks and he instinctively wanted to apologize and he
did so by kissing her asshole - a kiss of apology - a submissive kiss - and
then he put his nose back where he knew it belonged - just at the tip of her
asshole hoping she wouldn't be mad. And he resolved not to move his face away
again. This all happened before Diane realized what was taking place but she
almost broke out laughing when she did.

There were three permanent changes in Mike's life as a result of that night.
First, Diane was right - she was able to train him to sleep without moving his
face out of her ass. Second, every Friday night became punishment night and
Diane - and her friends-- would give Mike demerits for thing he did wrong - or
things he didn't do and those demerits became strokes with the stick. The
women would make a night of it as they would take three or four hours to give
Mike his punishment and poor Mike had to lay over the arm of the couch the
entire time. The women would take several coffee breaks to come back a half
hour or so to resume Mike's beating. This had been going on for fifteen years,
since that Friday night during the first year of their marriage. Aside from
relieving the tensions that would build up in them each week, these Friday
evenings always satisfied the sadistic tendencies of the women and they would
try to aim their strokes at a welt that was starting to form on Mike's
backside, loving the sound of Mike's screams. Mike found that they were very
arbitrary in giving him demerits. He mentioned it once in a very submissive
way to his wife and she stroked his head and told him that he shouldn't worry
about that. The important thing was that the beatings helped keep him nice and
submissive - just like sleeping with his nose in her ass - and just like being
her blanket on the beach and they also helped her and her friends relieve
their tensions. What could poor Mike say?

And that night Diane learned how wonderful it was to be kissed on her asshole
and as the years of their marriage passed, this became the usual way of having
sex - Diane laying on her stomach on the bed with her legs spread and Mike
kissing, first her butt - which she laughingly called foreplay and then having
to kiss and lick the area around her asshole - more foreplay - until he had to
kiss her asshole "as if you were kissing me on the lips - which you're not
allowed to do Michael." Mike hated doing that - her asshole was dirty and Mike
would often see pieces of toilet paper stuck to an asshair and he really
didn't want to put his mouth there - but Diane insisted. The smell was awful
but the taste was worse. Especially when he, as Diane demanded, how to put his
tongue in there as deep as he could. Once he had asked her to wash up first
although he really knew that was a waste of time. "Michael darling that's all
part of me and if you love me you should love every part of me."

And now, fifteen years later Mike was, as he was every night, trying to fall
asleep with his nose at her asshole. The taste of her asshole was in his mouth
from what they did earlier that evening. Then he remembered that this was
Thursday night and tomorrow was Friday - and he had fifty demerits.