The Docile Husband F/M

The story follows Jack, a man with a foot fetish, who marries Martha, a woman who accepts and indulges in his foot fetish. However, as time goes on, Martha and her mother manipulate Jack into becoming their obedient servant and footstool. Jack becomes submissive to their every demand, including serving as their pedicurist, foot masseuse, and even relinquishing control of their finances. Despite this, Jack finds happiness with Martha and they start a family together.

After dinner, we were relaxing in the family room when Julie complained about her tired feet. She joked with my wife and asked me to give her a foot massage.

My wife agreed and added that I would also massage her feet after. I was outnumbered, and even though I weakly protested, I ended up massaging my mother-in-law’s feet while my wife watched. After thirty minutes, Julie had me stop and move on to my wife’s feet, which were also sweaty and smelly from being in socks and shoes all day. My wife and her mother suggested that we should make this a regular thing, and Julie even gave me some pointers on how to do it better. The next day, I went to the drugstore to buy some foot lotion, just in case. Later, when Julie came over for dinner again, she asked for a foot massage while drinking coffee.

Since getting married, I have spent an extensive amount of time at my mother-in-law’s feet. She treats me like a personal slave, and my wife insists that I obey her. One night, my wife’s mother, Julie, came over for dinner. Now, you are probably asking why I have to spend so much time massaging and taking care of my wife’s and mother-in-law’s feet? Well, this ritual all started a few days before our wedding day.

As the wedding day approached, Jack’s nerves began to fray. Not only did he have to give a speech in front of all the guests, but he also had another daunting task to complete: painting the toenails of his wife and mother-in-law. This might look odd to some but John

He had never painted toenails before, let alone for two people, and the pressure was getting to him. Jack had bought the nail polish and all the necessary equipment, but he was still worried about messing it up.

The night before the wedding, Jack’s wife and mother-in-law sat him down and handed him the nail polish. “Don’t worry, Jack,” his mother-in-law said reassuringly. “We trust you to do a good job.”

Jack took a deep breath and started painting. At first, it was difficult to get the polish on neatly, but he soon got the hang of it. He tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but his mind kept wandering to his speech and the rest of the wedding day.

After what felt like hours, Jack finally finished painting the toenails. He stepped back to admire his work and was surprised to find that he had actually done a decent job.

“I knew we could trust your skills!” said his wife, Martha, with a grin on her face.

His wife and mother-in-law were both pleased with their newly painted toenails, and Jack felt a sense of pride and accomplishment.

“I knew you married the right fella. He is soon gonna learn that in order to be part of this family men have to take good care of their lady’s feet” said his mother-in-law while chuckling.

As soon as Jack heard those remarks after finishing painting his mother-in-law’s and wife’s toenails, he couldn’t help but feel even more pride of his talent for taking care of their feet. He continued to admire his handiwork, appreciating the smooth and even coats of paint that covered their nails. He thought to himself that he had done an excellent job, and he couldn’t wait for them to see his work.

Suddenly, Jack had a sudden impulse. He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the top of his wife’s foot, then another on his mother-in-law’s foot. As he did, he felt a sudden rush of arousal wash over him.

Feeling a little bit embarrassed by his own behavior, Jack tried to brush it off, telling himself that it was just a fleeting moment of attraction. But the feeling lingered in his mind, and he found himself unable to stop thinking about it.

The next few days passed by in a blur, but Jack couldn’t get the image of his wife’s and mother-in-law’s feet out of his head. He found himself fantasizing about them, imagining all sorts of scenarios that he knew were wrong but couldn’t stop himself from entertaining.

Eventually, Jack’s urges became too strong to resist, and he found himself making a mistake that would change his life forever

As he went to bed that night, Jack knew that the next day would be a challenge, but he was ready to face it head-on. He had overcome his fear of painting toenails and was now more confident in his abilities. With a smile on his face, he drifted off to sleep, ready for the big day ahead.

On the wedding day, Jack was nervous as he waited for his bride at the altar. As soon as she appeared, Jack’s heart raced as he leaned in for the traditional kiss. But as he locked his lips with his new wife, his mind began to wander. He couldn’t help but think of her feet and her mother-in-law’s feet. He imagined himself kissing and sniffing them, just like he had done before.

The thoughts filled him with a sense of guilt and shame, but he couldn’t shake them. He tried to focus on the ceremony and how he happy he was for finally marrying the love of his life, but every time he looked at his wife or her mother, all he could think about was their feet. As the wedding reception began, Jack found himself avoiding his wife and mother-in-law, afraid that his thoughts would betray him.

But eventually, the night wore on and Jack found himself alone with his thoughts. He couldn’t resist any longer. He snuck away to a secluded corner and began to imagine himself kissing and smelling their feet. The guilt and shame he had felt before were now replaced with a sense of pride. He was proud of the way he had painted their toenails and the way he had kissed their feet earlier. It was a rush of excitement that he couldn’t ignore.

As the night wore on, Jack found himself getting more and more aroused by the thought of his wife and mother-in-law’s feet. He knew he had to be careful, but he couldn’t resist the temptation. He spent the rest of the night lost in his fantasies, consumed by his obsession with feet.

He kept trying to fall asleep while laying in bed. But Jack’s mind was consumed with thoughts of his wife’s feet. He couldn’t stop thinking about them, even as she lay sleeping beside him. He knew he had to do something about it. So, he got out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake her up, and went to the foot of the bed. He got down on his knees and began to sniff and kiss her feet.

As he took in the sweet natural scent of her feet, Jack felt himself becoming more and more aroused. He couldn’t help himself; he was completely consumed with his foot fetish. He kissed her toes one by one, savoring the taste of her smooth skin on his lips.

He continued to worship her feet for what seemed like hours, lost in his own world of foot fetish fantasies. It was only when his wife stirred in her sleep that Jack realized how long he had been at it. He also noticed that it was 3:30 AM already! Hoping to catch some sleep, knowing that he had a long day tomorrow, He quickly, got back into bed and pretended to be asleep, also hoping that she wouldn’t notice what he had been up to.

The next morning, Jack felt guilty and ashamed of what he had done. He loved his wife more than anything, but he couldn’t help his foot fetish. He knew he had to find a way to control it, or his obsession could ruin their normal relationship.

The next morning, Jack sat at the breakfast table with his wife Martha. They chatted about their plans for the day and what they wanted to do. Jack was relieved that Martha seemed to be acting normally around him, and he thought maybe she had forgotten all about the previous night’s events.

However, Martha brought up something that made Jack’s heart race.

“You know, it was weird when I woke up this morning. My feet were all wet. I think I’m sweating too much at night.”

Jack’s mind raced. Did she know? Did she suspect anything? He tried to act nonchalant.

“Oh really? That’s strange,” he said, trying to sound casual.

Martha nodded. “Yeah, it was kind of gross. I had to change my sheets.”

Jack felt his face turning red. He couldn’t believe that he had been caught. He knew she wasn’t 100% sure, but she knew something was up. He quickly finished his breakfast and excused himself, making up an excuse that he had to run some errands.

As soon as he was alone, Jack let out a sigh of relief. He was glad that Martha hadn’t figured out what he had been up to. But he also knew that he needed to be more careful in the future, in case he wanted to lick his wife’s feet. He couldn’t keep risking his marriage and his reputation by indulging in his foot fetish.

Jack spends the rest of the day feeling anxious and guilty about what he had done. He starts to realize that his obsession with feet has gone too far and that he needs to do something to control it.

As the days go by on their Honeymoon in The Bahamas, Jack tries to keep his distance from Martha’s feet, but the temptation is too strong. He finds himself constantly looking at them, imagining what they would taste like, and even catching himself trying to sneak a sniff whenever she’s not looking.

However, little did he know that she already knew he had a strong foot fetish. She was pretending to be asleep the night that he spent hours sniffing, kissing, and licking her feet.

Martha knew all about her husband’s fixation with her feet and decided to use it to her advantage. One day, when Jack was sitting on the couch, Martha sat next to him and lifted her feet, placing them on his lap. Jack’s eyes lit up as he gazed at her perfectly manicured toes.

“Would you mind giving me a foot massage, honey?” Martha asked, knowing full well that Jack would jump at the opportunity.

“Of course, my love,” Jack replied eagerly, taking her feet in his hands and beginning to knead them gently. As he worked his way up to her ankles, Martha let out a contented sigh and closed her eyes.

Over time, Martha became more and more comfortable with exploiting her husband’s foot fetish. She would wear high heels around the house, knowing that it drove him wild, and would occasionally tease him by rubbing her feet against his legs and dick under the table during dinner.

Jack was more than happy to indulge in his wife’s desires, never realizing that he was being used for her own pleasure. He was just grateful for any opportunity to touch and smell her feet.

One day, Martha catches him staring at her feet and asks, “What’s going on with you and my feet, Jack? You’ve been acting weird around them lately.”

Jack feels his face turn red with embarrassment, but he knows he can’t keep lying to her. He takes a deep breath and decides to come clean.

“Martha, I have to tell you something. I have a foot fetish. I’ve been obsessed with your feet for a long time now, and I’ve been doing things like sniffing, licking, and kissing them while you’re asleep.”

Martha looks at him in shock and disgust, pretending to not know. “I can’t believe this, Jack. That’s disgusting. I don’t even know what to say!”

Jack hangs his head in shame. “I know, Martha. I’m sorry. I don’t know how to control it. I need help.”

Martha sighs and shakes her head. “I don’t know what to do, Jack. This is a lot to take in. I need some time to think.”

After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence between them Martha cracks up and says “Jack, I was teasing you. I knew all along about your foot fetish and I love to help indulge yourself in it. You don’t have to feel ashamed about it.”

Jack looks at her in shock and relief. “Wait, what? How long do you know about it?”

“Since that first night of our honeymoon in which you sniffed, kissed, and licked my feet for hours because you thought I was asleep,” Martha responds with a sly grin on her face.

Jack feels a wave of relief washes over him. “I can’t believe it. I thought you were going to be disgusted and leave me.”

Martha puts her hand on his and looks at him with love in her eyes. “Jack, I love you for who you are, fetish and all. We’ll work through this together.”

Jack feels a weight lifted off his shoulders, knowing that he can be open and honest with his wife about his desires. From that day forward, they explore their foot fetish together, finding new ways to indulge in their shared passion. And Jack knows that he is lucky to have a wife who accepts him for who he is, quirks and all.

However, little did he know that this was all a plan by his wife and mother-in-law to turn him into an obedient docile husband that would obey and serve them.

As soon as they came back to the States from their Honeymoon in the Bahamas they got stuck in a routine of waking up and going to work.

One day, as Jack was about to leave for work, Martha called out to him. “Jack, can you come here for a minute?”

Jack walked back to their bedroom to find Martha and her mother sitting on the bed, both of them looking at him with serious expressions.

“What’s going on?” Jack asked, feeling a sense of unease in the pit of his stomach.

“Jack, we’ve been talking and we think it’s time for some changes in our household,” Martha said.

“What kind of changes?” Jack asked, his heart pounding in his chest.

“We want you to be more submissive to us,” Martha’s mother spoke up. “We want you to do whatever we say without question.”

Jack’s mouth fell open in shock. “What? That’s ridiculous!”

“Is it, Jack?” Martha asked, her voice taking on a steely edge. “Or is it just the truth that you’ve been denying for too long?”

Jack’s mind raced as he tried to make sense of what was happening. He had always known that his wife and her mother were dominant personalities, but he never thought they would try to turn him into a servant.

“I don’t know what to say,” he muttered, feeling trapped and helpless.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Martha said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “Just know that from now on, things are going to be different in this house.”

As the routine settled in, Martha and her mother started to make use of Jack’s foot fetish in various ways. They would often call him over to massage their feet or paint their toenails, using his fetish as a way to get free pedicures and foot rubs.

One day, as Jack was relaxing on the couch after a long day at work, Martha walked in and propped her feet up on his lap. “Hey, babe, can you give me a foot massage? My feet are killing me.”

Jack eagerly complied, beginning to knead her feet and work out the knots. “Oh, that feels so good,” Martha moaned. “You’re really good at this, Jack. Have you been practicing?”

Jack blushed, feeling a mixture of pride and embarrassment at his wife’s praise. “Um, yeah, I guess I have.”

Martha giggled. “Well, keep it up. I could get used to this.”

Jack smiled, happy to please his wife. But little did he know that this was only the beginning. Soon, Martha and her mother would start to use him as a footstool while they watched TV, or as a pedicurist while they chatted on the phone.

And through it all, Jack couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that he was fulfilling his deepest desires while also pleasing the women he loved.

One weekend, Jack’s stepmother came to visit him and his wife. Jack was excited to see her and decided to spend the weekend cooking for them. As he was cooking, Martha and her mother sat in the living room, watching TV.

Jack’s mother-in-law noticed him sneaking glances at their feet. “Jack, come over here and give us foot massages,” she said,  while pointing at the floor in front of her.

Jack obliged, getting on his knees in front of them and massaging their feet. He couldn’t help but sneak a few sniffs and kisses while he was at it.

Martha noticed what he was doing and giggled. “You’re such a foot addict, Jack. But we don’t mind. Keep going.”

As Jack continued to massage and worship their feet, his stepmother joined in on the conversation. “You know, Jack, you make such a good footstool too. Why don’t you lay down and let us rest our feet on you?”

Jack hesitated for a moment, but the thought of their feet on him was too enticing. “Of course, anything for my lovely ladies,” he said, laying down on the floor.

His wife and mother-in-law laughed and placed their feet on his chest and face, while he continued to massage and worship their soles.

“Jack, you make such a good little foot servant,” Martha said with a grin. “I think we might have to keep you around for a long time.”

Jack blushed, but couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction in serving and pleasing his wife and mother-in-law with his foot worship. After this weekend this became a habit. Every time his mother-in-law Julie would come to visit them on the weekends Jack would serve her as well.

One day Martha, his wife, decides that she will be the one controlling all the finances, therefore, they will create a shared bank account where their paychecks will go and he will have to ask for her permission to withdraw from it every time he wishes to do so.

Jack looked at Martha in surprise, “What? Why do I need to ask you for permission to withdraw money from our shared account? Don’t you trust me?”

Martha gave him a sympathetic look, “It’s not about trust, Jack. It’s about managing our finances properly. You tend to spend money impulsively, especially when you go out to drink with your friends, and I want to make sure that we have enough savings for our future.”

Jack sighed, “But I’m not a child, Martha. I’m capable of managing my own finances.”

Martha shook her head, “I know you are, Jack. But we’re in this together, and I want to make sure that we’re both on the same page when it comes to our finances. It’s for our own good.”

Jack hesitated for a moment, but eventually nodded his head in agreement, “Alright, Martha. I understand where you’re coming from. Let’s create the shared account and I’ll ask for your permission before withdrawing any money.”

Martha smiled, “Thank you, Jack. I really appreciate it.”

As they walked away from the bank, Martha leaned in and whispered to Jack, “And if you’re really good, maybe I’ll let you buy some new shoes to worship.”

Jack blushed and looked down at her feet, “Yes, Martha. Thank you, Martha.

And with that Martha, his wife took control of another aspect of his life.

As time passed, Jack found himself increasingly under the control of his wife and mother-in-law. They had him doing everything from cooking and cleaning to giving them foot massages and pedicures. He had become completely subservient to their every whim, and they relished in the power they held over him.

One day, Martha came to him with a new demand. “Jack, I think it’s time for you to give up your job and stay home full-time to take care of us. We’ll provide for you, after all, I come from a wealthy family. You don’t have to worry anymore about continuing your tough guy’s crusade of providing for his family. But in return, we expect complete obedience and servitude.”

Jack was taken aback by this request. He had always prided himself on being a hard worker and providing for his family. But he also knew that his wife and mother-in-law would not take no for an answer.

Reluctantly, he agreed to their demands and quit his job. He spent his days waiting on them hand and foot, cooking, cleaning, and catering to their every need.

Despite his reservations, Jack couldn’t help but feel a certain sense of satisfaction in serving his wife and mother-in-law. He had always been submissive by nature, and now he finally had a purpose in life.

As the weeks turned into months, Jack became more and more devoted to his new role as a house husband. He cooked elaborate meals for his wife and mother-in-law, gave them regular pedicures and foot massages, and attended to their every whim.

But little did he know, his wife and mother-in-law had bigger plans for him. They had been secretly discussing ways to completely subjugate him, to turn him into a mindless, obedient drone.

And one night, they put their plan into action. While Jack was sleeping, they injected him with a powerful drug that left him completely docile and obedient.

When he woke up the next morning, he had no memory of what had happened. But he could feel a new sense of obedience and submission coursing through his veins.

From that day forward, Jack was completely under the control of his wife and mother-in-law. He did everything they asked, no matter how degrading or humiliating it may have been. He was nothing more than their obedient servant, their personal footstool, pedicurist, and foot masseur.

And while a small part of him may have yearned for his old manly life, he knew deep down that he was meant to serve and obey his wife and mother-in-law. It was his purpose, his destiny, and he would serve them with unwavering loyalty for the rest of his days. Knowing his wife and his mother were the ones wearing the pants in this relationship made him very aroused. In short, he was living his sexual fantasies. After all, he truly loved being ruled by dominant bossy women.

The End

Epilogue

After a few years of indulging in their foot fetish and building a strong relationship, Martha and Jack decide to start a family. They are overjoyed when they find out that Martha is pregnant, and they spend months preparing for the arrival of their little one.

Finally, the day arrives, and Martha gives birth to two beautiful twin girls. They name them Lily and Rose, and from the moment they are born, they bring nothing but joy and happiness into their parents’ lives.

As the girls grow older, Jack and Martha continue to dote on them and each other. They have their challenges, of course, but their love and commitment to each other never wavers.

Years pass, and soon Lily and Rose are grown up and starting families of their own. Jack and Martha couldn’t be prouder of the women their daughters have become, and they are grateful for every moment they get to spend with their grandkids.

As they sit together on the porch of their home, watching their grandkids play in the yard, Jack turns to Martha and takes her hand.

“I love you, Martha,” he says, looking deep into her eyes. “Thank you for accepting me and my quirks. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

Martha smiles and leans in to kiss him. “I love you too, Jack. We’ve been through a lot together, but we’ve always had each other’s backs. And that’s all that matters.”

They sit there together, holding hands and watching the world go by, content in the knowledge that they have each other and their family, and that nothing could ever tear them apart. They truly live happily ever after.