Mike felt awful. He felt awful every night since his marriage to Diane some
fifteen years ago. And like every night of his marriage, Mike was under the
covers, his head between his wife's heavy thighs, his mouth at her vagina
and his nose at her asshole. That's how he had to stay all night - every
night That was her outrageous rule and he had learned to obey that rule so
long ago. And all her rules. His wife was asleep but he was awake. There was
no fresh air down there but, worse, with every breath Mike had to inhale the
awful smell of his wife's not-too-clean ass. How he hated that smell! It was
insane. What man was ever made to spend every night of his life with his
nose in his wife's ass? But insane or not, since their honeymoon fifteen
years ago, Diane had always been adament. She had made it clear that was
where Mike was to be every night. Period. End of discussion. She had
insisted on this on their honeymoon and for the last fifteen years this is
how Mike had spent every single night - and he had learned during the first
year of his marriage that there was no point in arguing or complaining or
pleading - nothing would change her mind. And after fifteen years of this he
had come to accept that this was how he would be spending every night for
the rest of his life.

Mike was awake most of every night. How could anyone be expected to sleep
like that? Most people sleep with a window open to get fresh air but Mike
wasn't allowed fresh air. Oh no. Mike had to breathe the stink of his wife's
smelly ass. And worse, Diane was always gassy and she farted regularly
during the night. Every night. And with his nose at her asshole----

In the first year of their marriage it had been beaten into him that this is
where he would be spending every night. His pleadings that first year were
always answered by her perfect logic but all her answers always assumed one
fact - that he was staying down there. "Michael sweetheart, I know you like
fresh air but I need a blanket - I get cold at night." or "I know I fart a
lot Michael, I'm always gassy but what can I do?" or "Oh Michael, honey,
you're being so silly. Of course my ass smells. What would you expect? It's
my ass. I shit from there. Would you expect it not to smell?" The obvious
thing was not to make him stay down there but that was something that was
just out of the question. Period. End of discussion.

And not only did he have to stay with his head between his wife's thighs all
night but he had to be sure not to move his head. Even if he slept he had to
be sure that his nose was always at her asshole. His wife had beaten that
into him during the first year of their marriage. "Michael darling if a
little boy can be taught that he's not supposed to pee in his sleep I would
think that you, a grown man can learn that you're not to move your nose out
of my ass while you sleep." She had explained how nice it was for her to
feel his nose back there and Mike had come to learn that it was only her
feelings that count. The fact that it was pure hell for Mike was irrelevant
- it felt nice for Diane. And besides she explained that she didn't want him
wandering around the house at night and with his nose in her ass she would
know just where he was. And of course she had explained that making him keep
his nose in her ass affected him psychological the way she wanted. It kept
Mike nice and submissive the way she wanted him to be. Docile and submissive
and wimpy. Because it helped prevent any pride or self respect from showing
its ugly head - traits she told him she found totally undesirable in him.
Mike knew she would punish him severely if his nose left her ass for even a
second. And so every night, with every breath he took, he had to breathe the
disgusting smell of his wife's ass. All night - every night. And after
fifteen years he was used to it but he hated it as much as he did that first
night.

Mike always spent most of those long nights down there trying to fall
asleep, doing what people with insomnia do, trying to relax, count sheep,
breathe deeply - ugh! Diane had told Mike so many years ago that when his
body got tired enough he would fall asleep but she made it clear to him that
she really did't care whether he slept or not. It didn't matter to her one
way or the other. All she cared about was that his nose stay at her asshole.
That was all he had to be concerned about Whether he slept or not was his
problem and not hers. And Mike did learn to sleep down there keeping his
nose in place, not moving it in his sleep. But he would only sleep for short
periods of time, dozing for a few minutes perhaps. And over the years Mike
tried to live with and accept those long awful hours awake every night. He
had no choice. He had to accept that he would just have to lay there with
his nose in his wife's ass for hour after long hour. He always tried to
force himself to think about something - anything so he could try if
possible to forget where he was but with every breath he knew where he was.

Tonight, as he did so many nights as he lay under the covers between his
wife's large thighs and his nose at her asshole, he thought back to their
marriage. He had been married fifteen years but he was still a virgin.
Worse, since his marriage to Diane fifteen years ago he hadn't been
permitted to have a single orgasm.

He remembered that fateful day the week before the wedding when Diane told
him she had to be in control of her life and he had agreed. She said she
didn't want to discuss how she spent money and he had agreed. She had pushed
further. If they got married she would have to control all finances and
still he agreed. "Michael darling, if you mean that you can show me by
putting everything you own in my name. " He agreed. The next night when he
came over to her house with the bankbooks all in her name she was thrilled.
It had been so easy. She was going to control him financially. Now she was
going to control him sexually.

She told him that if they got married their sex lives would be what it had
been. She loved it when he kissed her and licked her down there. Mike
agreed. He loved her. She smiled. She almost had him - almost. She hugged
him and told him she loved him and Mike got very excited. "Michael darling,
I want to be sure you understand that I expect to be able to go out with
other men after we're married." She had his money so now she might as well
get this straightened out. "Diane---" he started to object but she
continued. "You know I'm not going to let you fuck me Michael, even after
we're married." Mike didn't know. "Diane - I - I thought after were
married----" "Michael - Sweetheart, I don't expect to change my life after
we're married and you shouldn't expect things to change between us either. I
don't look at you as a man for regular sex. As a matter of fact, as I think
of it it makes me laugh." Mike flushed. "I look at you for oral sex Michael.
You belong down there between my legs. Now don't feel badly darling, I want
to marry you. I want you to be my husband but the only sex we're going to
have together is you licking me the way I like. You're a virgin Michael and
I want to keep you a virgin. My very own virgin. Can you understand that?"
Mike loved her. What could he say? He swallowed. "And if I want to go out
with someone else once in a while for regular sex you'll have to understand
that too, won't you?" He looked at her with a hurt look and Diane took him
in her arms. "Michael, if we get married you're going to have to understand
your role in my life." And he melted. He was putty in her hands.

She lay in bed that night fifteen years ago with a big smile on her face.
She couldn't believe what she had made him agree to. He had turned over all
his money to her. He had agreed to remain a virgin and give her oral sex
whenever she wanted. And he had agreed she could go out with other men. What
a marriage this was going to be! Talk about a man being henpecked or pussy
whipped! She couldn't wait for the wedding and then really dominate him.

Mike had lay in bed that night too thinking abuut it. Okay, so she had all
his money - what was the difference - they were going to be married. What
was wrong with her managing the money? And no sex - he would be married to
her but no sex - only oral sex for her - which he hated but he knew she
loved and she would go out with other men for regular sex. It was
ridiculous. But he loved her and wanted to make her happy. He had, after
all, gone his whole life without sex and it hadn't killed him. He would just
continue to do what he had been doin after he satisfied her - he would
masterbate. He could live with that. If only he knew.

But she wasn't through. She knew he was trapped. She had all his money and
he was hers and now she wanted to push more. The next night she was very
loving to him, kissing him and caressing him and then she pushed his face
down between her legs and after he brought her to a wonderful cum she hugged
him to her. "Michael, sweetheart, there's just one more thing we ahve to
talk about. When you go home, what do you do?" "W-what do you mean?" "I
mean, don't you jerk off?" Mike blushed. "Well - yes-" Diane nodded. "Well
darling, I've been thinking about that and that bothers me. I know it's
irrational but to me you're getting sexual pleasure without me and that's
like cheating." Mike didn't know what to say. She had demanded the right to
go out with other men yet it would be he that would be cheating if he just
masterbated. He said so to her and Diane smiled. "No Michael, I won't be
cheating. I'd be cheating if I went out with other men and didn't tell you.
But I intent to tell you whenever I have a date. It's going to be right out
in the open. Now do you expect to come to me every time you want to jerk
off to tell me? And do you expect me to say okay? Like a little boy? You're
going to be a married man Michael. How do you think that sounds? "B-but
w-would you----" "Would I masterbate you? No Michael. Don't be silly. I
think that's disgusting." Touching his penis would be disgusting but it's
fine for him to have to put his mouth on her unwashed crotch. "Michael, I
know it's unfair but you do want to marry me don't you?" "O-of course."
"Then you're going to have to let me take control of your penis." She knew
she almost had him - she had to go slowly now - not let him wriggle off the
hook. "Control of my p-penis--?" Diane smiled and she got up and got the
restrainer. He had never seen anything like it before, a chrome tube with
small chains and a strap and a lock. She told him to take off his pants. He
did and looked more confused as she fitted the restrainer over his penis,
strapped it up against his stomach and ran the chains around his balls and
locked it into place behind his back. "There! See? Now I can be comfortable
knowing you're not cheating and playing with yourself. Okay, here's what
we're going to do. We're going to leave the restrainer on until our
honeymoon." Diane hugged him. "Oh Sweetheart, you're making me so happy. I
can't wait until next week when we're married."

She meant it. She had never felt that way before. The feeling of absolute
power. He had agreed to having his penis locked up until their honeymoon.
Their honeymoon - bullshit. Once they were married she would really take
control. She was going to make sure he got no sexual relief - ever! Here was
Michael, a normal, healthy twenty-five year old in the prime of his life and
she as his wife was going to make sure he was denied any sexual relief
whatsoever. What power! And he had agreed she could go out with other men.
Was there anything she couldn't make him do for her?

He looked at it. The metal tube covering his penis. The chain going around
his balls and the lock. It was ridiculous. He couldn't take it off - he
couldn't touch his penis. He had to pee. The end was open so that was no
problem but the tube was strapped up against his stomach. He went into the
bathroom and thought for a moment and then he lay across the seat. He put
his hand between the tube and his belly and pushed out the tube as far as it
would go with the strap holding it and it was enough. He peed and it went
into the toilet. And he realized this is what he would always have to do
when he went to the bathroom. Oh well, he would be married soon and then it
would come off. How wrong he was.

"Well, it's locked on." Diane was having coffee with Carol, her best friend.
Carol couldn't believe it. That a man - a boy really - at the height of his
sexual prime would allow a woman to lock up his prick. Carol shook her
head. "Is he an idiot? I mean, he sounds like a pussy whipped jerk." Diane
smiled. "I guess he is pussy whipped. He loves me. Oh Carol, I'm so
excited. He thinks it's until we're married but as soon as we're married and
I know I have him I'm going to tell him that his prick is staying locked up.
Carol, this is what we always talked about - marrying a man and then denying
him any kind of sexual relief and being able to make him go down on me
whenever I want. Carol, that's going to be the only form of sex in our
marriage - Michael eating me out whenever I want." The women laughed.

Their honeymoon. That's when Diane drove home to Mike that sex was to mean
pleasure only for her and complete denial for him.

Mike knew long before they were married that he would have to bring her to
orgasms with his mouth and tongue. He always hated that and found it vile
and disgusting especially since Diane did not keep herself particularly
clean and always smelled down there. He always tried to hide his disgust so
as not to anger her. Every date they had always had him going down between
her legs. In the year before their marriage Mike's technique had developed
and Diane was thrilled at how well she was able to dominate him and she
became more and more selfish. She would have Mike take her to drive in
movies on their dates and then she would make him spend the entire time with
his head under her skirt, his face in her crotch, bringing her to orgasm
after orgasm while she enjoyed sex and the movie at the same time - and Mike
enjoyed neither. The first time this happened in a drive in Mike tried to
come up after her first orgasm but Diane wouldn't let him. She pressed his
face to her crotch and ordered him, "Stay there!" He did - and a shiver went
through Diane at her ability to control him. It was at that moment that
Diane had made up her mind that she would marry him. She put her hand down
and caressed the back of his neck and watched the movie and ate her popcorn
as Mike began to kiss her damp pussy the way he knew she liked him to. Her
continued caress on the back of his neck and his head told him he was right.
It didn't take long. Five minutes later Mike heard her breathing hard and
then she erupted again on Mike's face. She must have had ten orgasms that
night in the drive in. After the movie, as Mike drive her home, she noticed
Mike's face and she almost burst out laughing. Her cum was dried all over
it. She saw he had a sad expression on his face and she knew she had to be
nice to him then. She didn't want him to get away. "Oh Michael darling, I
never enjoyed a drive in more. Thank you." Mike swallowed. "I didn't get to
see the picture at all Diane." She couldn't help laughing. "I know darling
and it was a good movie but you made me very happy. Oh Michael, I love you
down there. I love to cum on your face. It's so romantic. What a wonderful
way to watch a movie - with you down there and me eating my popcorn." What
could Mike say? He was hooked. He loved this large woman. They went to drive
in movies every week after that. And Mike never saw the movie.

And she would never grant Mike sexual relief. When Mike one night after
bringing Diane to five glorious orgasms with his mouth shyly asked her to
masterbate him she acted shocked, saying that was disgusting. And Mike had
to wait to get home to relieve himself.

Mike assumed that's the way it would be when they were married How wrong he
was. Had he known then what his marriage was going to be like he never would
have married Diane. But that was fifteen years ago and it was much too late
now.

Suddenly Mike heard an explosion and he felt a blast of warm air hit his
face. Diane had farted in her sleep again. Although she did this often,
after fifteen years Mike never got used to it. He hated the horrible
disgusting smell more as time went by. He knew his next breath would confirm
it - it did. The smell was just awful and Mike knew it would be like that
for at least a half hour since there was no air to dilute the fart. And Mike
knew Diane's rule - that he had to just stay there with his nose at her
asshole and remain passive. Passive - that was her word. She had pointed out
how romantic it was to have her husband's face in her ass when she farted.
How could he stand this? Even now, after fifteen years of doing this every
night. Years ago, Diane had explained that besides making her happy, it was
good for him in teaching him to be nice and docile - the way she wanted him
to be.

So he was sure to keep his face in her ass and as he breathed the smell of
her fart he knew he would not fall asleep soon. He again thought back to the
beginning. He realized he should have seen this coming before they got
married. That first time in the drive in when she was dreamily enjoying his
kisses and his tongue after cumming all over his face she was so relaxed
that she unexpectedly farted in his face. And Mike quickly brought his face
up expecting maybe - an apology. Fat chance! Instead of being embarrassed
Diane was angry and slapped Mike in the face. "Who told you to stop? Are you
trying to embarrass me because I farted Michael? Am I supposed to hold it in
and get cramps? Now get your face back down there and keep it there! You
broke my mood damit! And poor Mike had and Diane had smiled at her victory.

He had been trained to please Diane before they were married. She taught him
that she loved to be brought to several orgasms and that she didn't want him
to move away between them as she came all over his face. He learned how to
keep licking and sucking at a slower pace as she came "back down to earth"
as she called it. Mike learned to bear the smell of her unwashed crotch -
she would never bother to wash up first claiming it would break her mood.
And then after they were first married he had learned to get used to the
disgusting mess during her period - although having to swallow her period
blood took some getting used to - it was so disgusting! "I know darling,"
she had said so many years ago, "I know it's messy and disgusting but
Michael, if you love me it wouldn't make any difference. I mean, do you
think it's fair that a woman should have to go without sex every month at
that time?" How do you argue with that selfish logic? Mike was also taught
that when Diane was finally satisfied - which could take an hour our two -
she liked to just drift off to sleep and she became angry if Mike moved his
face away before that and so he had learned to wait until he heard her
steady breathing and then slip out from between her legs and go home to wash
his face and relieve his sexual frustration .

When Mike got undressed on their wedding night he felt so foolish with his
penis locked up in that ridiculous restrainer. When Diane saw it she got
goose bumps. He looked so - so helpless there in front of her. "Oh Michael,
it's perfect!" she had cried as she clapped her hands in delight like a
little girl. "I love it!" "A-are y-you going to take it o-off now?" he asked
shyly and Diane had a hard time not laughing in his face. "Let's leave it on
tonight darling. I love seeing it on you." Diane knew she had him. She had
all his money and they were now legally married. She could relax - he wasn't
going anywhere. He looked at her confused and unsure of himself. Diane sat
down on the couch, crossed her legs and explained the situation to her new
husband. "Darling, it's my wedding night and I want you to make love to me
better than you ever did. A woman's wedding night is very special to her and
I don't want you to be distracted by your selfish male urges and with your
penis locked up you won't be. Now sweetheart, I love it when you go down on
me but before you put your face in my pussy I'd like you to kiss my thighs a
bit. And my butt. That will be sort of foreplay for us. Michael darling, now
that we're married things are going to be different. We'll be able to do
things we couldn't do before. I feel that you belong to me now. Totally."
Mike was still confused.

She continued. "You know how much I like to fall asleep with your face in my crotch after I cum don't you?" Mike nodded, still puzzled. "Well, it's always bothered me when you got up and went home. And now that we're married that won't happen will it?" Mike said it wouldn't
still not understanding. "Good. C'Mon. Let's make love now." Diane took off
her robe and got into bed on her stomach and Mike noticed her large body. He
also noticed the beer and the popcorn on the night table. Mike approached
her and kissed her butt and she rubbed the back of his head. "That's it.
That feels nice. Wait, let me get under the covers." Diane turned and
started to pull the covers over them. Mike became aware of her smell - a
smell he knew so well. She hadn't bother to wash up but he knew he shouldn't
have expected her to. "Now you know what to do - now that we're married I'll
be able to know that you'll stay there all night while I sleep. Oh Michael
darling, that's so romantic!" Mike was still confused as she patted his head
and brought the covers over him. "OK darling.

Now kiss me down there - show me how much you love me. " He began kissing
her thighs and the area around her pussy and then licking her cunt hairs
softly. Mike hated her smell. She always smelled down there and Mike knew
she never concerned herself with how clean she was but he knew this was not
a good time to discuss this. He continued kissing her legs and then finally
her pussy and then in a few minutes she erupted all over his face and she
put her hands on the back of his head and she pulled him tighter to her.
Mike knew she was having an orgasm but he continued to gently kiss and lick
the way he had been taught. Suddenly Mike heard a familiar hiss and then he
smelled it - she had farted. He hated the smell of her farts. Diane smiled.
She farted in her new husband's face and he was just staying put down there.
Oh he was going to be a perfect husband for her.

She reached down and rubbed the back of his neck - the only show of affection she would ever give him. Then Mike heard her click on the TV. Now it was like the drive in. She
was going to watch TV while he had to stay down there and work her up again.
I took a little longer this time but soon she again came all over his face
and Mike again continued gently licking her to bring her "down to earth" It
was hours later that Diane had enough and Mike then realized what Diane
meant by Mike having to stay there all night. When he tried to come up he
found that her large thighs were holding his head and he couldn't move. He
realized then that she had fallen asleep. and he remembered what his wife
said about his not getting up. Did she mean she wanted him to stay down
there all night? Oh no -no - she couldn't have meant that. It was awful down
there. The smell of her fart was still there. What should he do? And that
damn restrainer was still on and he hadn't had any sexual relief. And it was
his wedding night. Okay, he knew he wasn't going to be permitted intercourse
but he thought at least she would take this thing off and let him
masturbate. It was his wedding night. But she had said not tonight. What
could he do? An hour went by and Mike stayed on position - then another.
What should he do? Then it happened again. Mike felt the warm blast from
expelled gas from her body on his face, heard the explosion and then - the
odor. Pheww! Mike couldn't take it anymore. He started to rationalize. She
couldn't have meant that he stay there all night - she meant just until she
fell asleep. Sure - that was it. And he was sure she was asleep now. Mike
decided he couldn't stay there any longer and so he got up quietly. But of
course Dine woke up. "Where are you going Michael? Why are you out of bed?"
Mike felt guilty - like having been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
He didn't know what to say. "I-I ---"Michael, didn't I explain it? I want
you to stay down there all night. Why are you out of bed?" He tried to
explain. "Please Diane, I can't stand it under there. It's hot. There's not
air and - and it - it smells--. I can't breathe--I-I can't sleep. It's not
right." Diane took a breath. "Look Michael, you woke me up and I'm tired and
that's what's not right. Now I'm in no mood to discuss this. I told you
before that I wanted you to stay down there all night didn't I?" Mike
squeezed his lips together. "Yes but---" "No buts! I said I'm tired and I
don't want to discuss this now Michael." Then, laying on her side she lifted
one large leg and said, "Now get your face back in here. I want to go back
to sleep." Mike swallowed. He knew he'd better not argue with her in the
mood she was getting into. He got back into bed and put his face between her
spread thighs. "No Michael, move up. Get your nose in my ass and your mouth
at my pussy." Mike did. It stank. "That's it. Good. Now stay there! Just
like that." Diane lowered her leg locking him in and pulled up the covers.
Once again Mike was subjected to her smell. This was crazy. She did expect
him to stay down there all night. Oh no. He couldn't breathe. There was no
fresh air and her ass really smelled bad. He really didn't want to fight
with her - especially not on their wedding night. Finally he resolved
himself that he would stay down there all night and speak to her in the
morning. It was a terrible, long and uncomfortable night for Mike and he was
up the entire time.

Finally morning came. Diane awoke on the first full day of her married life
and became aware of her husband's head down there between her thighs and she
felt his breath on her pussy and his nose at her ass. She smiled. It felt so
nice - and it had been so easy really. Oh he was going to be the perfect
husband for her. She looked at the clock and saw it was 8AM. Morning. Her
husband had been under there all night. She realized how awful it must have
been for him down there all night with no fresh air and she remembered him
telling her he liked to keep a window open to get fresh air to get a good
night's sleep. Oh this was fabulous - this feeling of his face down there.
And then she made up her mind. This is how she was going to make him spend
every night of their marriage - under her covers with his face between her
thighs. As she thought about it, it was perfect. If he slept next to her she
would have to smell her discharges on his face. No - this was perfect. This
was how they were going to spend every night of their married life from now
on.

Then she felt she had to fart and she smiled as she farted in her husband's
face. She felt him try to move his head but her thighs held him in place.
She loved to fart in his face. It proved their relationship to both of them.
She put her head under the covers and took a whiff - whew! She smiled and
lay there a while enjoying her domination over her new husband.

Then she pulled back the covers and lifted her leg and she saw from the look
on his face that he probably had been up all night. She rubbed his face.
"Good morning darling. That was the best night I've ever had. It was a
perfect wedding night for me. How are you this morning?" "Oh Diane, it was
awful. There was no fresh air and I wasn't able to sleep." Mike got out of
bed looking very tired and unhappy. Diane smiled. "Oh you poor baby. But
don't think about how bad it was for you - think about how wonderful it was
for me. Thank you darling." Mike shook his head. "Diane, this is ridiculous.
And so is this - this thing." He pointed to his restrainer. "Diane, this is
our honeymoon. A honeymoon is when you have sex - some kind of sex anyway.
Please take this thing off." Diane smiled at her new husband. "I like it on
you Michael." she laughed. "I like your prick locked up. It makes you look
so - so helpless. And you're right. A honeymoon is when you have sex. And
that's what I want right now. C'Mon." She lay back on the bed and spread
her legs and pointed and Mike swallowed and then dutifully brought his mouth
down to her crotch and brought her off. "Mmmmmm. Oh that was so nice
Michael. I love your face between my thighs." "Mike tried again. "Diane
please take this thing off.." Diane smiled. "I can't. I don't have the key.
I gave it to Carol to hold for me and I forgot to ask her for it. I'm sorry
darling." Mike looked stunned. "C-Carol? She knows?" Diane smirked. "Of
course she knows. She's my best friend. She knows everything. I don't have
any secrets from Carol. Look Michael, we're on our honeymoon and we only
have today and tomorrow to enjoy it and I don't want to fight with you.
Let's forget about the key and let's have a good time. It won't hurt you not
to cum for a few days. And you certainly don't need your prick to take care
of me do you?" Mike swallowed. It was so unfair! It was his honeymoon too
and his wife expected him to go without any sexual relief. If only he knew.
But then he rationalized. There was nothing he could do so why not try to
have a good time. "Look Michael, it's our honeymoon and it's a beautiful day
and I want to go down to the beach. Go get into your bathing suit.." Mike
didn't know what else to say so he just walked away sulking. He was so tired
from being up all night.

And in the fifteen years of marriage it had gotten so much worse. Diane had
increased her domination over her husband year by year, day by day. She
controlled him completely. And soon after the wedding, as Diane destroyed
all her husband's pride and self respect she began treating him like a
child. And as he was treated like a child he took on that role and he began
to cry a lot, something Diane encouraged. It showed how truly helpless he
was and Diane loved that. She made him into a docile, submissive wimp - just
what she wanted him to be. She allowed him no free time, never even
permitting him to read or watch TV - or have any friends. He was there to
serve her. Mike thought of that now, fifteen years later as he lay there
under the covers, his face in her very smelly ass, trying as he did every
night to have the long hours pass.

In the fifteen years of his marriage, not only had Mike remained a virgin
but Diane hadn't permitted him to have a single orgasm. He was always so
unhappy. And while even unhappy people can forget their unhappiness at night
when they slept, not Mike. Mike had spent every single night of the past
fifteen years like he was spending the night now - with his face in his
wife's big, unclean ass. He couldn't even remember any other way to spend
the night. He couldn't remember what it was like before he was married when
he was able to sleep like normal people sleep - on a pillow, breathing fresh
air. After fifteen years Mike had learned that the best thing to do was to
always obey his wife in all things. And he always remembered what a
promising future he once had and how his wife had ruined it - how she had
ruined his life. She had made him into a failure - a submissive wimp - and
there was nothing he could ever now do about that. All he could do every
night was to lay there and be absolutely certain that his nose stayed at his
wife's asshole all night - and cry.

When Mike came into the room in his bathing suit that second morning of
their marriage he had a very sad expression on his face and a large bulge in
his bathing suit from his restrainer. Diane saw both. She laughed. "Oh
darling, your restrainer is precious. It makes you look so masculine. All
the other women will be so jealous of me." Diane knew why Mike had that said
expression on his face. He had been up all night and she had just told him
he was to have no sexual relief on his honeymoon. Oh wait until he found out
it wasn't just on their honeymoon - he would never get sexual relief. She
was going to mold him into just the wimp she wanted him to be. "Well
darling, it's a beautiful day. Let's go down to the beach." Mike followed
his wife without saying a word, determined that he would speak to her later
- he would just have to get up the nerve. He noticed his wife's large body
from the back as she walked in front of him in her bathing suit- and he
realized he was afraid of her. Did he make a mistake in marrying her?

"Okay darling, this looks like a good spot. Put the blanket here." Blanket?
"I-I-I d-didn't bring a blanket---" Diane stared at her new husband. "Are
you an idiot? Who goes to the beach without a blanket Michael?" Mike was
upset. Why was this his fault? "Diane, don't yell. I just didn't think of
it. I'll just go back and get one." Maybe if he didn't look so wimpy, so
tired from lack of sleep, so - so helpless, Diane might have reacted
differently. But he did and she felt aggressive. His attitude would never
do. She slapped him hard in the face, ignoring all the people on the beach
that were watching. "Who do you think you're talking to Michael?" He put his
hand to his burning cheek and she saw tears come to his eyes but he said
nothing. Maybe if he had - She slapped him again. "You forgot the blanket.
Just like that." Then she had a though and a small smile came to her lips.
"Wait a minute, Michael, I have an idea. Get down on your back on the sand."
Mike had no idea what she was up to but he didn't want to argue and he did
what she said. As soon as he was on his back Diane straddled his body and
sat her heavy body on Mike's stomach and Mike gasped. She was heavy. He
couldn't breathe. "P-please get up. P-please--" Diane smiled as she looked
down and saw the pain on her husband's face. "Be quiet Michael. I'm staying
right here. I'm going to teach you a lesson in pleasing me. Now bend your
knees." Mike did and Diane leaned back using Mike's legs as a backrest..
"There. You know Michael, you're much more comfortable than a blanket. I
like this. Maybe it's a good thing that you forgot the blanket. Now you just
lay there and behave." Mike couldn't stand it. She was heavy and she was
crushing him. "Please Diane - y-you're crushing me - you're heavy - please
g-get up---" "See Michael, you have the wrong attitude. You should be
thinking about how nice you're making it for me and not how bad it is for
you. I see I have a long way to go in training you. Well, I'm going to sit
on you just like this all day Michael and I don't want to hear any more
complaints.

Mike didn't know what to do. Her weight on his stomach was unbearable and he
saw she meant to stay. Diane hadn't planned this - she had just thought of
this but what a perfect idea. Another great way to teach her husband
submissiveness. She was insisting he just lay there and let her sit on him
for as long as she wanted and not complain. She looked down at his pained
face and saw he was having trouble breathing but she was going to make him
bear it. After a few minutes, Mike tried to accept it. He opened his mouth
wide and gasped in breaths of air. Diane put her head back and was enjoying
the sun. It was so relaxing for her. This continued for another two hours
with Mike gasping for his breaths as all he could see was his wife's heavy
legs in front of him.

Finally at 1 o'clock Diane announced that she was hungry and "I have to take a piss" and she finally got up from Mike's stomach. A very beat and unhappy Mike followed his wife to the boardwalk. They both went to the bathroom and Mike had to lie across the toilet and hold his locked up penis away from his body as he was learning to do and then they sat down and ate lunch. "Come on darling, eat," Diane said and Mike was glad she was in a good mood. He ate in silence and then he finally spoke. "Diane, I-I'm sorry I forgot the blanket." "I know you are darling. I think that from now on you'll think more about my needs won't you?" "Yes" he answered. "Actually Michael, it's worked out well that you forgot the blanket. I never realized what a comfortable stomach you have. I love sitting on it. Let's go back to the beach so I can sit on it some more." Mike was horrified. "Oh please - no more - let's go back to the room---" Diane took Mike's hand like a mother would a child and led him back to the beach. "Michael, it's only 1:30 and it's a beautiful day and I love the beach. When they got back to the spot they were at before, Diane told her husband to lay down. Mike's face showed fear at what was coming. "Oh please don't sit on me anymore.", he pleaded. "Don't get me mad Michael. Get down. Now!" Mike did and Diane again sat down heavily on his stomach and Mike groaned. He had just eaten. Diane smiled down at him. "You know this is really good for you Michael. You're an "A" type person and this will teach you not to be because you're having to learn to keep still. Do you realized you've been still for almost four hours this morning." Mike, struggling to breathe, turned his head from side to side. Diane started to read her book as she relaxed on her husband's stomach and she looked up occasionally to enjoy the look of agony on her husband's face as he struggled to breathe. She knew that wives were supposed to give their husbands confidence but she was going to destroy all of her husband's self confidence and this was a good way - using him as a beach blanket. It was almost 6 when Diane finally got up. Mike felt relief but he ached all over. His rubs felt as if they were broken and he felt nauseous. They went out to dinner that night and then went back to their room. When they got back to their room their were more lessons for Mike. Diane realized she shouldn't go to fast but she knew she had to set the tone of their marriage as soon as possible. Mike started to go to the bathroom and Diane asked him were he thought he was going. And he explained. "Michael, I think it's time we set up some bathroom rules in our marriage." Mike looked at her. Now what? Bathroom rules? She continued. "First of all Michael, we have only one bathroom and I should always have the priority. Therefore you are to always ask permission if you have to go. If I don't need the bathroom or if I don't need you for something I'll probably let you go. Second, when you do go I don't want you ever to close the door. You're not going to have any privacy from me. The door always stays open. Understand?" Mike, puzzled, nodded. "I'll tell you this Michael, you're certainly not going to use the bathroom as a place to go to get away from me." This was important and Diane was correct to establish this now. How many people go to the bathroom and lock the door just so they can get away. But Mike was not going to have the bathroom to escape to. Not in their marriage. "Now it so happens that I have to piss right now Michael and I've been thinking about your helping me. Come in here." Diane walked into the bathroom and Mike followed confused "I don't think it's right that we both use the same toilet seat do you?" Mike didn't understand but he said he guessed not. "Well, we can't change the seat every time so I'm going to use your arms as cushions and sit on them when I use the toilet. C'mere, I'll show you. Kneel down in front of the toilet and put your arms on the toilet seat." Mike did as she said and Diane pulled off her dress. "No Michael. Palms up. That's it. Now I'm going to sit on your hands." She pulled off her pantyhose and sat. "There. That's nice." Diane looked down at her husband kneeling foolishly in front of her as she sat on his hands. He looked so humble kneeling there in front of her. "See darling, isn't this romantic? Sort of like when Sir Walter Raleigh lay out his coat for the queen to step on. You're offering me your arms and hands to sit on while I use the toilet. And this is so relaxing darling." And then Diane pulled Mike's head down to her lap. "Kiss my legs Michael." And Mike kissed her heavy thighs. "Mmmm. That feels nice Keep doing that Michael. Keep kissing my thighs. Keep your lips apart - and don't take your lips off my legs. Keep your lips on my legs and move your face so you kiss my legs all over. Yes. Mmmm. That's it. That's the good boy." And then Diane was finished pissing and she got up. Mike saw the drops of piss on her pussyhairs and he noticed she didn't wipe herself - she just pulled up her pantyhose. But he didn't say anything. "Thank you Michael. Now that's what I want you to do whenever I have to go to the bathroom. You kneel in front of the toilet with your arms on the seat and then when I sit on them you just bend your head down and kiss my legs while I piss or shit. Okay?" Mike nodded dumbly. This was insane. But she would change.. Then she gave him permission to go. He had to pee but he felt so self-conscious with Diane just standing there watching and smiling. But he knew now she would not give him any privacy so he had no choice - and with that damn restrainer--. Mike looked at Diane who was smirking. He lay over the toilet, put his hand between his body and the restrainer pushing it as far as he could so that he could pee without making a mess and then he peed and as soon as he did Diane laughed. "Oh I love it! This is priceless!" Finally Mike finished and with that same sad look he came back into the bedroom. "I'm tired Michael, it's been a long day. Oh, just one more thing to discuss Michael - your showering. Michael, from now on I want you to shower at night before you come to bed. and not in the morning when you go to work. I want you clean for me - not for the people you work for. And, also I don't want you washing your face during the day." Mike looked confused but Diane explained. "Michael darling, I'll bet that when you used to go home from our dates the first thing you would do would be to wash your face. Am I right?" Still confused, he said she was. She nodded. "I knew it. Well, it's kind of insulting Michael don't you think that you would want to get my smell off your face. Well, no more. I want you to get used to my smell. I'm your wife now Michael. Oh, and Michael, after you shower at night I want you to shave and I want you to do a very good job. Your face is going to be between my legs a lot and I don't want your beard to irritate me down there. Understand?" He nodded. "Good. Now go take a shower and shave and then come to bed." He took his shower conscious of his restrainer and when he came out of the bathroom he saw his wife laying in bed smiling on her back with her large thighs spread and her knees bent exposing her hairy crotch and Mike saw her pussy and her asshole next to it. Diane had a smirk on her face. Next to the bed on the night table were her snacks, a bowl of candy and a can of beer. He swallowed, realizing that he faced another night of giving his wife oral sex and getting no relief for himself. This wasn't right. This was the last night of their honeymoon and he was locked in that damn restrainer. But he knew this was not a time to argue or start a fight. "Michael darling, you very handsome in your restrainer. Now come over here and lick me. I want to have a good cum on your face." He swallowed and got into position with his head between her thighs. Her crotch smelled badly. She had been in the sun all day and had not bothered to wash up or shower. He smelled the perspiration, the natural fishy smell of her vagina and the dried urine, remembering how she didn't wipe herself before after pissing. And then, of course the smell of her ass. Mike spent the next few hours bringing his wife pleasure with his mouth and tongue and he heard the TV. Then Diane did what she would be doing every night from then on. When she was finally satisfied, she grabbed his hair and held it while she turned around, positioning him so that his nose was in her ass and his mouth at her pussy and then she locked him in for the night with her thighs and shut the TV off and went to sleep. Suddenly, it hit Mike like a ton of bricks. She was going to make him stay down there again all night. Oh no! And with his mouth pressed hard against her pussy, he had to breathe through his nose and with his nose in her ass---- ugh. And as he lay awake in his hot smelly prison he wondered how he was going to be able to live with this every night. This was insane. What man was every made to have to spend the entire night with his nose up his wife's ass? He reasoned that this was something his wife would get out of her system. If he only knew.

Mike was up again most of all that night but because he was so exhausted from being up the night before, he did manage to doze from time to time. For short periods of time, always to wake to the awful smell of his wife's ass. Mike wondered as he lay there what had he gotten into by marrying Diane. What kind of life had he gotten into? He had to speak to her in the morning - if morning would ever come. He was so tired and his ribs hurt from his wife sitting on him all day. The night dragged but it was having an effect on Mike in that he was slowly becoming conditioned to his life down there. When Diane awoke in the morning she immediately became aware of Mike's breath on her crotch. Oh it felt so nice. She knew by his irregular breathing that he was awake and she correctly assumed that he had been awake most of the night.. Good. It was good training for him. She threw back the covers and raised her upper leg. Poor Mike - he really looked like he'd come through an ordeal. "Good morning, darling," she cooed. Mike raised his head from her leg. _G-good m-morning," he answered. "Diane, we- we have to talk." Diane smiled at him and put her finger to her lips. "Shhh. Put your head back down on my leg. I love your head down there." Mike did - and found he was looking into her ass. "Diane, this is ridiculous. I - I mean I can't stay down here like this all night." Diane smiled. This was too easy. He was no longer complaining about his restrainer and the denial of sexual relief - only about sleeping with his face in her ass. And now he was talking to her ass. "Why Michael, that's not true at all. You spent all last night down there - and the night before. You always say you can't do something I tell you to do and then you manage to do it. Kiss me." He did, kissing her pussy. "B- but Diane I-I can't - I mean there's no air----I can't sleep----it smells - I m-mean you - your fart-I---" Diane gently touched his cheek as he lay on her thigh. "Sweetheart, it's natural to fart when we sleep but I hope we're not going to talk about my farting again. I thought we settled that a long time ago in the drive in. You don't expect me to try to hold in my gas and get cramps do you?" "N-no but--" "Well darling how can you expect my farts not to smell? I mean Michael everyone knows that farts smell don't they? Now obviously breathing my farts all night didn't kill you. You may not have liked the smell and I can understand that but it didn't hurt you did it?" Mike swallowed feeling really stupid talking to his wife's ass. "Diane, this is ridiculous. Why do I have to sleep down here? I can't sleep actually. I was up all night." Diane was enjoying this. Here he was arguing with her but obeying her by keeping his head on her leg and talking to her ass. "Because I said so Michael. I like you down there. Look darling, I'm sure that when your body gets tired enough it will learn how to sleep down there. You have to get used to being down there between my legs and you will darling. You'll see. I'll bet that in two months or so sleeping down there will be the most natural thing in the world for you. When I say it's time to go to sleep you'll automatically put your face in my ass." Two months from now? She was serious about making this permanent. "Okay now, that's enough. I have to piss. .Get into the bathroom and put your arms on the toilet seat for me like I showed you. A very dejected Mike got up slowly and went into the bathroom and knelt in front of the toilet with his arms on the seat. and Diane followed and sat down on his arms. He remembered what she wanted and he lowered his face to her lap and began kissing her thighs. She smiled. Oh he was going to be so easy to mold. She stroked his head as she would a pet. .Mike heard her piss and then her farts and he became aware of the smell he was learning to know so well. Mike felt so tired and he was so depressed but he decided that the best course of action was to do what his wife wanted and try to make her happy. Then she would change - she had to. Then he heard a turd fall into the water. He was startled but he just kept kissing her legs. He became aware of the details of her legs as he kissed them, the moles, the pimples. He kept kissing remembering not to lift his face from her legs as he kissed. He heard more splashing in the toilet and finally Diane was done and she got up and Mike saw her shit in the yellow water. He saw her take a piece of toilet paper and wipe herself. Very carelessly, not the way Mike would wipe and then throw the paper in the toilet and then she flushed to toilet. Mike then asked "permission" to go himself and he was surprised when she said, "Not just yet Michael. I want you to get used to knowing I control when you go to the bathroom and that you can't just go anytime you want. It will be good training for you to have a full bladder for a while. Besides, I want you to kiss me a while now." "Full Bladder"? He had to go badly. But she wanted to be kissed - that was something. He followed her into the bedroom and tried to embrace her but she laughed at him. "What do you think you're doing Michael?" He was confused. "I-I-I was - trying to k-kiss you--" "Oh Michael, Michael, Michael, not on my lips. Michael, my lips are for my lovers. I guess I have to make another rule for you. You need a lot of rules. Okay, now listen. You're never allowed to kiss my above my waist.. Oh Michael, don't look like that. I'm a big girl. There's plenty of me for you to kiss below my waist. Right now I want you to kiss my ass. I'd like that. And it will show us both what our relationship is - and how much you love me. Now get down on your knees." Mike saw the hopelessness of it and he did what she said and got down on his knees and Diane turned around. "Now put your arms around me." He did feeling so foolish. "That's it. Now kiss my butt. Come on. Kiss my ass. Show me how much you love me." Mike kissed her huge left ass cheek. "Mmmm. That's nice. But keep doing it. Come on Michael, be romantic. Tell me you love me." And he did. Poor sex starved Mike, his penis locked up, having to go to the bathroom and so tired from lack of sleep was now on his knees behind his wife, kissing her ass and telling her he loved her. Finally after a few minutes she let him stop. "Now that's the way I want you to always kiss me when you leave or come home - just like a normal man would kiss his wife on the lips - which you're not allowed to do. I want you to get used to kissing my ass Michael because you're going to be doing it a lot. Now you can go to the bathroom but remember not to wash your face." As Mike drove back t Diane's apartment he glanced over at his heavy wife asleep in the car next to him. What had he gotten into? What kind of marriage was this going to be? His penis was locked up, he was going to remain a virgin, his ribs hurt from her sitting on him and he was exhausted from lack of sleep because of having to spend the last two nights under the covers with his face in her ass. And bladder control? Did he make a big mistake in marrying Diane? He was not allowed to kiss her above her waist - he had to kiss her ass. All this would change he knew - she just had to get it out of her system. He would have to be patient. He would soon see how very wrong he was. It was six in the evening when they arrived back home and as soon as they entered Diane's apartment where they would be living Diane told Mike to take a shower and shave. He was happy to. To wash her cum remains from that morning from his face. When he came out of the bathroom he was his wife was laying on the bed still dressed and talking on the phone and laughing. Mike looked for clothes. "Diane, where are my clothes?" "Just a minute Carol. Michael, no clothes in the house. I want you naked when you're in the house." Mike realized that whoever was on the phone had heard what his wife had said. She went back to talking on the phone and laughed and Mike realized it was her friend Carol and she knew all about his situation. Mike became upset. "Diane this is ridiculous. I want my clothes - and I want this thing off me." Diane expected this and now was the time to deal with it. "Hold on again Carol," she said again to her friend as she put the phone down and went over to her new husband and slapped him hard in the face. and then shouted at him. "Don't you ever raise your voice to me again Michael! Do you understand me?" Mike was shocked and muttered a "yes" as he put his hand to his burning cheek. "Now I just gave you a new rule. No clothes in the house. Now you just stand there like a good boy until I get off the phone and think about what I just said." The she picked up the phone again and went back to talking to Carol. She laughed and Mike heard her say, "Oh he's not going anywhere, Car, he's mine. Well, see you tomorrow. Bye" Mike swallowed. "Diane - dear---" "Oh I like that Michael. I want you to say "dear" whenever you speak to me. .I want you to say 'no dear' and 'yes dear'. Just like a henpecked husband." She laughed. "Now your new rule. No clothes in the house." "But Diane - dear, why--" Diane cut him off and answered the way she would answer him many times again - the way children hated to hear their parents answer. "Because I said so Michael."

She could have told him she had a few reasons for making him stay naked when he was at home - that it would help destroy his pride and self confidence and that she intended to lock up his clothes and so he would be trapped in the house. But tonight she liked the "because I said so" answer. "Now I have to go to the bathroom Michael. Lets' see if your remember what to do so you don't piss me off." Mike went into the bathroom and got into position and Diane sat on his hands and Mike began to obediently kiss her legs. Diane smiled - and then she felt his tears dropping on her legs. He was crying. That made her feel good - she made him cry - just like a little boy. Oh he was the perfect husband for her. She was going to really break him. Now she was going to speak nice to him. "Michael darling. I do love you. Now let's talk about your restrainer. I've been thinking about it and I really like it on you." "But Diane," Mike said as he lifted his head from Diane's thigh. "Michael," she interrupted, "Put you face back down on my leg and keep kissing. When we're in this position I want you to keep you lips on my legs and you can talk without lifting your lips. Okay?" Mike said "okay" into her leg. "Good boy. Now Michael, you knew I want to keep you a virgin didn't you?" "Yes," he answered into her leg. "Well Michael, the only reason you want your restrainer off is so you can play with yourself.. You're a married man and you want to play with yourself." Mike felt so stupid having to speak with his lips against her leg. "But Diane - it's not normal - it's not fair - I need relief--" "I know darling, I know. But do you know what happens if you don't get relief? You'll become more devoted to me - to pleasing me. I'll tell you what. I want to be fair. We'll keep your restrainer on until our first anniversary. The first year of any marriage is always the toughest and in our marriage you have all your rules to learn. It's going to be hard for you to learn to sleep with your face in my ass and I think it will be easier for you if you weren't distracted by your male urges. And I certainly don't want to ever catch you playing with yourself. So that' s what we'll do - we'll leave it on until our anniversary and then we'll see. Is that fair?" What could Mike say? He didn't want to fight but a year was such a long time. "I-I guess so," he said into her leg. Then she got up and flushed the toilet. Mike felt so depressed. He wanted to make the best of his new marriage and he suggested to his wife that they go out to dinner. Diane smiled. Another lesson for her husband. "Michael, darling, I have a date tonight." It was as if she had slapped him again. "A-a date - b-but-----with who---?" "Michael, Michael, Michael, didn't we discuss this before we were married? You know I can go out with other men. Well tonight is a beautiful night and I'm going out with Carl. He's sort of - well my boyfriend." "But - but what about me?" he asked and Diane smiled at him. "Michael, I want you to clean the house. I'll make up a list of what has to be done here. The place is filthy. You probably won't get it all done tonight but you'll have tomorrow too when I'll be going out with Carol." She made Mike kiss her ass as she left for her date and then she had to scold him when she returned at 11 and he forgot to kiss it again. He cried most of that night as he lay awake with his face in her ass. Sunday was a beautiful day and Mike felt so depressed as it passed with Mike following his wife's instructions, cleaning the refrigerator, washing the windows, scrubbing the floor. It been ten o'clock in the morning when she'd left and Mike had remembered to kiss her ass and he'd spent the day at home, naked except for his restrainer. His restrainer, It was going to stay on for a year. A year. A full year without getting any sexual relief. It was outrageous but what could he do? He couldn't even leave the house because he had no clothes. Diane had locked them up. And so he did the chores he wife had told him to do hoping she would be home soon. But she didn't get home until 10. "Oh we had such a wonderful day darling," she said "but now I need your tongue. Go take your shower and let's go to bed." Mike was so happy to be back to work the next day but because Diane wouldn't let him wash or shave in the morning he had to make sure not to get too close to his friends and coworkers. His face smelled from his wife's pussy and ass and she warned him that it had better smell that way when he got home. He was home from work at six and he got undressed and did the chores he wife told him to do that morning Diane came home at 7 and she was pleased when he remembered to drop to his knees and kiss her ass in greeting. She had brought in dinner and they ate and then at 8 o'clock she told Mike to take his shower and shave and to come into the bedroom. When he did he saw his wife laying on her stomach. He saw her huge ass and correctly guessed that she wanted him to kiss it. He did. Diane smiled, trying hard not to break out laughing. "Tell me how much you love me Michael." He started to come up. "No Michael, stay down there. Tell my ass." He swallowed and did and spoke to her huge ass. "Keep your lips against my ass when you talk to it Michael." He did. "That's it. Get used to doing that Michael." Finally she turned on her back and Mike noticed the beer and the candy on the nigh table and he saw her reach for the TV remote. "Okay darling, I'm not tired tonight. I want you to make love to me. Get under there and start kissing my thighs - and tell me how much you love me. Be romantic." Then she pulled up the covers and bent her knees. Why did she have to pull up the covers? He hated it down there. It smelled - she smelled - she never bothered to wash up but he knew better than to complain. He started kissing and licking and soon he knew she was worked up and then her first cum all over his face. Then as he kept on kissing her gently bringing her down from her high, he heard her click on the TV. She was going to watch TV while he would have to stay under the covers. Like in the drive in. And that's how the evening went - as would most evenings after that. At around 11, although Mike had no way of knowing the time, she adjusted him so that his nose was in her ass and his mouth at her pussy and she lowered her leg on his cheek as she drifted off to sleep leaving Mike to try to - if not sleep, to doze - or if not that then just to rest. That was Monday. Tuesday and Wednesday were the same. On Wednesday Mike noticed the sound of voices in those periods after her cums and he realized it was not the TV - she was talking on the phone. It was a very unpleasant life for Mike but Diane thought he was adjusting to it far better than she could have hoped. She had tried to be careful and not go too fast but she knew that what she had done just had to be done right away - his sexual denial, the bathroom routine, keeping him naked and making him spend the night with his face in her ass. That, she realized was the most important. Not only did it make her feel so wonderful but making him stay down there all night awake most of the time with his nose in her ass was doing so much to destroy his ego and self confidence and self assurance and helping him adjust to the life she was going to impose on him. Wives built up their husband's confidence in themselves - Diane was determined to completely destroy Mike's. And she saw she was succeeding better than she could have hoped. Mike avoided the people at work but as Diane knew, he and his friend had a regular card game every Thursday evening. That, she was determined was going to stop tonight. Diane was not going to permit Mike to have any friends. On Thursday morning before Mike went to work he reminded Diane. He should have expected her answer but it made him very unhappy. "Michael, you're married to me now and you don't have any time to be with your friends. You're not getting all your housework done and tonight I have some extra work for you to do." She didn't but she would think of something. She saw tears in his eyes and she smiled. She loved making him unhappy. That day at work Diane planned for that night. Go out with the boys? She had to show him that was a freedom he would no longer be allowed. But what extra job? Then she thought of it. Of course. Her feet.

Mike was sure this would all change but he just couldn't confront Diane. She went crazy when anyone did. But he didn't want to give up his card game. He had been playing with his friends for years now and he always looked forward to Thursday nights. He would speak to his wife. She would understand. He got home and took off his clothes. Then he swallowed and was determined to talk to his wife. "D-Diane - I-I'd really like to play cards with my friends tonight. I-I'll be home early. I promise. Please." Diane smiled sweetly at him and spoke to him in a loving voice but one that a mother would use to her child. "Darling, I understand, I really do. But you're married to me now and I'm not going to permit you to see your friends anymore." Mike couldn't believe what he just heard and he looked at his wife and he saw she was serious. She meant it. "I know it sound mean and unfair Michael but those are my rules. You're not going to have any free time anymore. Now there's something I want you to do for me tonight. I need you to take care of my feet tonight. They're very hot and tired and sweaty and I want you to massage them for me." Mike swallowed. Maybe he could do what she wanted, massage her feet, and then go play cards. Diane got up, kicked off her shoes, took off her pantyhose and put her feet up on the hassock. Mike went over and knelt in front of the hassock and started to rub one of her feet and he became aware of the stink. Diane saw the look on her face. "That's nice Michael. Do my feet smell?" Mike wasn't sure how to answer without getting into trouble. "Y-yes - they do." Diane nodded. "I know. I've been on them all day and they're all sweaty and grimy - and they must really be smelly." She smiled at him. "Now I want you to take my foot in your mouth and give it a nice tongue massage. It'll feel so nice for me and at the same time you'll be licking my foot clean." He looked at her. She wasn't kidding. She was serious. She'd just told him how her feet were sweaty and smelly and dirty and she wanted her husband to put them in his mouth. "Here." She shoved her right foot in Mike's face. He knew he as trapped and if he didn't want another argument he would have to do what she wanted. He took his wife's sweaty foot in his mouth. It tasted worse than it smelled. "Oooohh, Michael that feels so nice." Diane put her head back and closed her eyes. "Ohhhhhh, that feels so nice. Now lick between my toes. Oh yesssss." It did feel wonderful and Diane realized that very few women would ever experience what she was feeling now. She looked down at her husband with her foot in his mouth and she saw the sickly look on his face. He was such a good boy. That's how she was starting to think of him - as her little boy. She smiled as she realized she was being such a bitch. All he wanted to do was to play cards with his friends and instead she was making him kneel there with her dirty foot in his mouth. Well, she had decided that as part of her domination of him he was not going to be able to have any friends and he would just have to accept that.. She loved the feeling of having her tired feet in his mouth and she kept Mike at this for an hour. Then she pulled her foot out of his mouth, looked at it approvingly and told him to do the same thing with her left foot as she shoved it into his mouth. Mike, who shouldn't have been surprised, was but he just started with his tongue again bearing the awful smell and tasting the grime. "Oh Michael, that feels so nice. You're going to have to do this for me every night." Then it was time to be a little critical. "Now C'Mon, get your tongue between my toes. Don't get lazy on me." That's it. You're supposed to be cleaning my feet and I expect you to swallow anything you find between my toes." At 8 o'clock the phone rang and Diane answered it. It was Mike's friend Bob asking about Mike who didn't meet his friends as planned. "Bob, Michael is not going to be able to play cards because he has too much to do around the house. No he can't come to the phone now, he's taking care of my feet for me. Bye." And she hung up. Mike felt like crying but Diane felt cruel. "Michael, I told you to move your tongue dammit! Get it between my toes. Do you see why you don't have time to be with your friends? Cleaning my feet is much more important for you to do." Finally Diane pulled her foot out of his mouth. Mike saw it was still early. Maybe he could still go. But Diane had other ideas. "Now I want you to work on my heels Michael. A girl always gets some dead skin back there and I want you to scrape it off - very gently - with your teeth. If there are any rough spots Michael, use your tongue to soften it and then you'll be able to scrape it off with your teeth." Mike swallowed but obeyed and took her left heel into his mouth and ran his tongue around it and when he found a rough spot he used his tongue to try to soften it as she had said. It tasted awful. The he used his teeth to scrape the rough spot away. "Mmmmm. That feels nice Michael. Don't stop. Just swallow whatever you scrape off and keep doing it." She wanted him to swallow the dead skin that he scrapped off. It was so disgusting but he did what she told him. Then she had him do her right heel. He was licking off the dead skin mixed with dried perspiration and as the sticky sweat was licked off Diane could feel the cool air cooling her refreshed skin. A half hour later Diane switched feet again and Mike saw he would not be going out tonight. His nose was constantly rubbing her feet and it was full of the odor of smelly feet. "Stop rushing Michael. Slow down. You're not in a hurry. Keep your tongue moist. I want slow licks on my soles." Finally, she got up. "That was so nice Michael. I don't want to seem mean Michael but I'm going to want that treatment every night so you see why you don't have time for friends? Now I want you to take your shower and shave." The next night as Mike entered the house feeling so tired and dreading what had become his routine, he heard laughter and realized that someone was with his wife. Sure enough he saw Carol sitting next to Diane on the couch and they were talking and laughing and when he came into the room he saw Carol look at him with amusement. "Darling, you know my friend Carol but why are your clothes still on?" Mike looked at his wife and then at Carol who was smiling now and then he looked imploringly at his wife. Did she really want him naked in front of Carol? He got his answer. "Did you hear what I said Michael? Get your clothes off. Now. You know you're not allowed to wear clothes in the house." Diane got up and went over to Mike and slapped him hard in the face. "Get your clothes off Michael." Tears came to his eyes and he saw Carol smiling but he took off his clothes. Feeling so humiliated. Diane smiled at Carol. This was the first time that Diane had humiliated her husband in front of her friends but it would happen regularly. Then Carol saw his restrainer and she clapped her hands together and laughed loudly. "Oh, I love it! I love it! Let me see. Michael, come here." He was flushed and so embarrassed and he just stood there. Diane was now laughing too and she tried hard to stop. "Michael, don't be shy. Carol is our very good friend and she's seen naked boys before. Now come over here. Show Carol your restrainer." Mike did, feeling so foolish and ashamed. He walked over to Carol. "He seem so well behaved Di." Carol said as if Mike wasn't even there. "Oh he is most of the time Car, But he still has a lot to learn - like when to do what he's told.. But we'll get there." "I love your restrainer, Michael," Carol said trying hard not to break out laughing again. Diane was loving this. It was such fun with Carol participating. "What do you say to Carol Michael? Don't tell me I have to teach you manners too." "T-Thank y-you." Mike muttered. "Michael has agreed that his penis is going to be locked up until our 1 year anniversary didn't you darling?" Diane winked at Carol. Mike swallowed. Why was this Carol's business? "Michael darling it's time for you to take care of my feet. You know like last night." She put her feet up on the hassock and kicked off her shoes and slid down her pantyhose. Mike knew he would have to do what his wife wanted even with her friend there and so he just tried to forget where he was and just took one of her feet into his mouth. "See what a good boy he is?" Diane was thrilled to be doing this in front of Carol. She made her husband continue while she and Carol chatted about things not concerning Mike - and then about Mike as if he wasn't there. "He doesn't seem to be enjoying licking your feet Di." "I know. I don't think he likes the smell or taste of my feet. But he'll learn because he's going to be doing this every night."

They all stayed like that - Mike kneeling in front of the hassock with his wife's foot in her mouth while Diane and Carol chatted. Then the phone rang and Diane answered it. It was Mike's friend Jack calling to ask about Mike playing baseball tomorrow - which was Saturday. Oh this was perfect - perfect timing. Diane explained to Jack with Carol - and of course Mike there to hear. "Jack, Mike won't have any more time for baseball. He's married to me now and he won't have any more free time so please don't call here again." She saw her husband turn beet red but he kept her foot in his mouth. "No Jack you can't speak to him. I don't let him speak on the phone. Now goodbye." And she hung up the phone. "Diane, please," said Mike finally taking her foot from his mouth. "Jack's my friend." Diane was patient. "Michael, darling, I told you yesterday - you don't have time for friends anymore. There are so many things you have to do for me. Darling, you're going to have to accept your new married life. Now this way Jack won't call again and I'm sure he'll tell the rest of your old friends and we won't have to keep making up excuses. Don't you agree Car?" Carol smiled down at Mike. "Oh absolutely." Diane spoke to her husband again. "Michael, you have to understand that your life has changed. Your run around days are over - just like your days of jerking off. He used to jerk off every day like a little boy," she said to Carol. Carol shook her head. "How disgusting. Well I guess he can't do that anymore." "Not with his restrainer locked on he can't. Okay, that's enough talk now Michael. Get my foot back into your mouth before I get pissed off." And feeling awful Mike took her foot in his hands and brought his mouth around her toes. Now with her foot in his mouth all he could see was the top of her foot and not her face and he didn't see her smiling broadly at Carol. Then she continued to rub it in. "It's for the best Michael. You can't have friends anymore. What would you talk about to them? Your restrainer or how I'm keeping you a virgin? Or how you have to spend every night with your face in my ass?" "His face in your ass?" asked Carol. Diane smiled. "Yes, it's something we came up with to break Michael of some of his bad habits. I'm teaching him to be my wimpy pussy licker and he's had a problem with my smells. Car, I don't think I should have to take a bath whenever I want him to eat me out do you?" "Absolutely not." Said Carol laughing. "And I like to have his face between my thighs when I cum and it's nice to have his face there when I drift off to sleep. And I don't want to be afraid to fart. So by keeping Michael under the covers at might with his face in my ass he's having to learn to accept my smells - all of them. And I've noticed that it's making him more docile and wimpy. Isn't it darling?" The women giggled. "And it feels so wonderful with his nose back there. That's his sex tool - his nose - not his penis." The women laughed. Then, as the evening passed Diane told Carol all about their honeymoon and how she had used his stomach as a blanket at the beach. Fear really hit Mike when he heard them make plans to go to the beach the next day and Diane said, "Ill show you what a good blanket he is." As soon as they got to the beach that day Diane made Mike lay down and she sat on his stomach and Mike let out a loud groan and Carol laughed. "P-please g-get up - you're c-crushing me--" "Get up? Michael I just sat down. We're going to be here all day. Now be a good boy and show Carol what a good beach blanket you are." Mike was in pain from her weight on his stomach. "Michael, open your mouth. Take long, slow breaths and try to relax. You'll feel better." Mike did as he wife suggested and he found it helped a little. "That's the good boy. Now just lay still all day and practice being passive." Mike knew he had no choice but to just lay there and he knew her weight would get more oppressive as the day went on. Diane loved this and she chatted with Carol as she sat. "I don't think he likes being your blanket Di," said Carol as glanced down at the suffering boy. Diane smiled down at him. "He's a type A person Carol and he's got to learn to become passive and this is a good way to teach him." Hours later Diane let her calf rest on Mike's face making it harder for him to breathe. She noticed that and laughed. "Don't you like my calves Michael?" He didn't know what to say. "I don't know, you kiss my pussy and my ass and my feet but you never kiss my calves. C'mon, kiss them." He did. Mike was in agony that night and his shower felt so nice. And then his shave. But his good feelings ended as soon as he came out of the bathroom and saw his wife on the bed. She was laying on her side with her left leg bent at the knee and raised exposing her hairy pussy and her large ass. She was looking at him with a smirk on her face, daring him to offer any resistance. Mike knew this was not the time for resistance and he just approached her seeing the clump of hair between her legs, her pimples and the moles on her legs and asscheeks and he swallowed but got on the bed and put his head on her lower thigh. She smiled. "Move up closer Michael. C'mon, get your nose in my ass. That's it." Mike couldn't believe the awful smell and he realized that a day at the beach made her sweat but unlike him, she didn't shower. She lowered her leg locking her husband in for the night. And the next day, Sunday, Diane told Mike she was going out with her friends and left him a list of chores to do. That became the routine. He hated his life. His job was his only escape. He loved his job. He was a good engineer and he loved getting lost in the intricacies of his work. It was harder to apply himself because he was always tired from lack of sleep but he did his best. And his work helped Mike get his mind off his awful marriage. Unlike most people, Mike spent the weekends looking forward to Monday morning and going back to work. He loved Diane but - if only she would change. But she seemed to be getting stricter every day and his life was miserable. Mike's pleasure from his job bothered Diane. It happened one morning while they were eating breakfast and Mike happened to mention an important meeting he had that morning. Diane said nothing but it bothered her. She knew it was irrational for her to want to deny her husband any pleasure but she couldn't help it. In her marriage her husband's job was not going to interfere with her pleasure - and she got pleasure from denying her husband pleasure. Minutes later as she was crapping, sitting on Mike's hands, she started. "What are you doing Michael?" "I-I I'm kissing your legs," he said, afraid he had done something wrong. "Michael, get your lips back on my legs and keep kissing them. I didn't tell you to stop. I told you - whenever we're in this position you are to keep your lips on my legs and keep kissing them. You're not to lift them for an instant and if you have to speak you speak without lifting your lips from my legs.. Do you understand?" "Y-yes," he answered into her leg. She smiled down at him. "That's it. But Michael, I don't like the way you're kissing my legs." Now she was going to teach him how to kiss her legs and make him late for his meeting. "First of all Michael, your mind is wandering and you're not thinking about what you're doing. When you kiss my legs that's all you should be thinking about. Do you understand me?" "Yes," he answered into her leg. It was so boring. How could he not let his mind wander? What did she expect from him? But he knew better than to say anything. "Now let's discuss your kissing. I expect you to kiss my legs with passion Michael and you haven't been doing that." Mike didn't know what she meant but he kissed her legs with what he thought was passion. "That's a little better Michael but not so macho. Stop trying to think of yourself as a man. I don't like it. Kiss my legs submissively - like you were worshiping them. Keep your lips wimpy Michael - very loose - and keep your mouth open a little." He did. "That's better. That's a good boy. I want soft, submissive, wimpy but passionate kisses on my legs. Mmmmm. Yes. Like that. Now keep doing that for awhile. That's it." "Diane," he said obediently keeping his lips on her leg, "I have to go to work. It's late. I have an important meeting." "Michael darling," she said sweetly, "I'm sure Mr. Johnson will understand that learning how to kiss your wife's legs is more important than any meeting. Certainly in our marriage it is. Now stop talking and keep kissing my legs." He did as she said, hoping to get this over with. "How about here?" she said pointing to the outside of her upper left thigh just below her hip. Mike stretched and kissed her there. "No Michael," she screamed, "You don't lift your lips from my legs. How many times do I have to tell you that? Are you that stupid? I want you to kiss my leg here but I want you to get your lips here without lifting them for even an instant and kissing all the way as you move your lips on my legs. Stop rushing Michael. Forget about your meeting. You're going to be here until I feel you've learned how to kiss my legs properly and I don't care if it takes all day!" Tears came to Mike's eyes as he thought about his job and the meeting he would be missing. Diane was pleased with herself as she felt his tear fall on her leg. Another five minutes passed. "Don't slobber Michael. Keep your lips dry. That's better. Slowly. And keep moving your lips to every part of my legs without lifting them. And keep your lips soft and wimpy Michael. Stop acting macho. Finally two hours later, Diane got up and took her heavy weight from Mike's arms and Mike went to work like that - very late.

"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 stock boy 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 stock boy. Maybe your schooling will help you be a good stock boy 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 stock boy - 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 stock boy will be more in line for you because as a stock boy 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!

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."

"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 to 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 dammit! 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."

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?

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 ass cheeks 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 ass hair 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.