John Blaze
12-26-2010, 8:58 PM
Here is a quick one i wrote a while back. Enjoy!
Christopher never had a good relationship with his mother-in-law. In fact, that’s putting it mildly. They had grown to virtually hate each other and the history was long. When he looked in her eyes, she had the same look of contempt and condescending resentment she had from day one! Except now, there was an incredible look of satisfaction in her eyes as Christopher let his tongue touch the heel of her foot. A salty and cheesy taste exploded onto his tongue as it slowly ran up the sole of her foot. He cringed as Adriana laughed a hearty, self amused laugh. The shame and humiliation he felt were compounded by the fact that she had all but predicted this moment would come… and all but caused it too!
The Beginning
Christopher married Veronica four years ago and in his eyes, his mother-in-law was responsible for the deterioration of their marriage. She never wanted them to get married in the first place, and she didn’t hide it!
Veronica’s father was already dead when he decided to marry her so, trying to be traditional, he asked her mother Adriana for her daughter’s hand in marriage. She said no! When Christopher pressed her more, she explained that she wanted “more” for her daughter. At first her words were sugar coated with politeness, but as the conversation grew more heated she made Chris feel 3 inches tall. Christopher was crushed when she explained that her daughter would marry a “successful man”. Veronica was Adriana’s only daughter and the proud parents had given her everything that they could… including the best education and drive to be successful. Her parents were Cuban immigrants and they built themselves up through the years. When Veronica’s father died years back, Adriana had taken over the business and run it as CEO until she recently retired. The money had flowed freely and Veronica was raised well. Adriana took pride in her family name, their status, and the life she wanted for her daughter. She didn’t feel Christopher was a “good match” for her daughter.
Christopher professed his love for her daughter and explained that “love was enough”. Adriana wasn’t buying one word! On paper Veronica and Christopher were polar opposites - Veronica went to an ivy league college, Christopher dropped out of high school. Veronica went to law school, Christopher had tried unsuccessfully to start a few businesses. Veronica was a successful corporate lawyer and Christopher was… well, currently working as a clerk at the local hardware store. It was only to be temporary. He was incredibly bright and he was convinced that his entrepreneurial spirit would eventually make him a success. Christopher was amazed that a woman who help her husband rise up from nothing couldn’t see that! The conversation quickly turned ugly as Adriana pointed out that Christopher was nothing like her late husband. That he was “destined to fail” because he was a “fool”. More than that, she didn’t want him ruining her daughter’s life when he found himself “in the gutter”. Furious, Christopher told her that he loved her daughter and that was it! They were getting married.
He didn’t speak much to his mother in law for the rest of the engagement. When they did talk, it was usually an argument about something. Veronica, his faithful wife, would always defend him to her mother and that usually would end it. However, even with her heavy pay, Veronica couldn’t fully afford the lavish wedding she wanted. So, much to Chris’ dismay, she asked her mother for help. Her mother was happy to help and ended up paying for most of the wedding. This Chris felt completely emasculated. As Veronica and her mother planned the big day, Adriana made sure to talk her daughter out of virtually everything that Chris wanted to include. Since she was paying, Chris would only lightly protest and even that was met with nasty looks and snide comments from Adriana. “What type of man can’t contribute for his own wedding?“ or “What say do you have? You want to pick something? Pay for something!?“ Chris would usually then just drop his head in frustration and slight humiliation. What’s worse, sometimes Veronica would defend him and sometimes she wouldn’t!
The next “event” happened on the wedding day. Chris lost both of his parents many years before. On his wedding day, he wanted to honor them in some way. He chose to give his wife a special handkerchief. It was his grandfather’s handkerchief and it had been handed down to his father on his wedding day. Before he died, his father gave it to Christopher. Now, on his own wedding day he would give this very special gift to his wife in a special part of the ceremony. In the grooms quarters, as he was getting ready, Adriana came into his room and asked to see the handkerchief. Pleased that she was taking an interest in his family traditions, he explained the significance of the handkerchief. How it was passed down through generations, how it had survived “the war”, and how it really represented all that his family was to him! Adriana stared at the beautifully embroidered bright white cloth. Chris looked at his mother-in-law. She looked amazing. She had a plump and curvaceous figure and was very attractive for a woman her age. She wore a beautiful white dress with white wedding shoes and her red hair was up in a bun. She had her daughter fairly young and was only 54 herself. She truly looked beautiful as she stood admiring his family heirloom. Then she said to him, “I have a spot on my shoe.” Chris watched in horror as his future mother-in-law stooped down and started wiping a dark spot from her shoe. She rubbed vigorously until her shoe was clean to her satisfaction. Then as if that wasn’t bad enough, she explained how she had been “slipping” a little in her new shoes because her feet were very sweaty. As Christopher stood paralyzed in shock and horror, Adriana removed each shoe and used the special cloth to clean the sweat from her feet. She slowly and methodically wiped down her soles and then carefully wiped each toe, even digging in between them to clean out her toe cheese. She carefully inspected each foot before slipping her expensive shoes back on. She walked up to Chris, who was standing with his mouth open in disbelief. His blood boiled and his anger caused him to sweat profusely. Adriana walked over to him, having just wiped her feet and her shoe with his family heirloom. Noting that he was sweating, she calmly wiped the sweat from his face with this same cloth. As she dabbed , patted, and wiped at his face “lovingly”, he could see the smudges her feet had made on the cloth. When she finished wiping his face, she handed him the cloth and walked away. This was their pre-wedding “bonding” moment and he fully understood the symbolism. This was his soon to be “mother” cleaning her feet with his “family name” to show him where his place was. This was his future “mother” telling him that his most important and loved possession wasn’t good enough for her daughter… in fact, it was only good enough for two things - his family and to clean her feet. And, secondarily, she was saying that a rag used to clean her feet was still “good enough” to clean his face! Chris let his anger subside and resigned himself to eat his pride for the sake of his future wife and his family… but clearly, he now would not give her the special handkerchief during the ceremony. Adriana had claimed another victory.
Christopher didn’t have many family members and with his parents dead, he wasn‘t well represented at the wedding. Of the 375 guests, 323 were Adriana’s family. Most of the wedding and reception music and customs were all Cuban. Christopher wanted his Italian heritage honored in some way. It wasn’t.
He never told his wife about the handkerchief and he never made a big deal about the lack of diversity during the reception and ceremony.. This was how his marriage began.
Less Than a Husband
Apparently Adriana was a tremendous judge of character. She had completely predicted his future failures. The economy fell apart and took all credit and loans for guys like Chris with it! After a few failed attempts at businesses, Christopher abandoned his dreams (at least temporarily) and just looked for work. However, in a recession “white collar” jobs were hard to come by… especially without any formal education. He took whatever work he could find. Mostly, he spent his day doing little odds and ends for a few bucks and looking for work.
They lived in a fantastic house in a fantastic neighborhood. Veronica’s work as an attorney paid for all they could need or want. Chris didn’t feel like much of a man and he really wanted to contribute financially. He just couldn’t. Veronica was handling all the business and didn’t need him for that. Christopher tried to show his appreciation by helping more around the house. He cooked, he cleaned, he ran her a hot bath whenever she seemed stressed and he rubbed her feet every night. However, he was fighting a losing battle. Whenever her mother would visit (which seemed like all the time) she would talk about him like he wasn’t there! Sometimes in Spanish and sometimes in English, she would hardly ever mention his name unless the words “lazy” or “bum” were attached. Her mother was constantly in her ear asking her why her husband wasn’t working, when would he find a job, why was she supporting him. His increased efforts around the house only made her snicker and say things like “He might as well be YOUR wife!”
Slowly, he started to notice his wife changing. She used to defend him to her mother… at least sometimes. Now, her mother’s comments went unchecked unless HE spoke up. Then, she would start to scold HIM for speaking to her mother rudely. She used to help out around the house with chores, but slowly she stopped. Then, she started to chastise him when things weren’t getting done. “You’ve been home all day… is it to much to ask for you to do the dishes?” As things deteriorated like this, he tried harder to please her through his housework. He wanted to help in some way… to show he appreciated how she was holding down the financial side. However, this combined with her mother’s constant interference only made him start to look weaker and weaker as a man in her eyes. Eventually, it got to the point where Veronica would come home exhausted from a day at the office and as she walked through the house she would drop things as she saw fit. She’d drop her briefcase, fling her suit jacket, and drop her car keys. Chris would scurry around picking everything up and putting them away.
“What’s for dinner Chris?”
They would eat whatever he had prepared and speak about her day. She would mostly complain about work issues and occasionally hit him with a “Well, you wouldn’t understand.” Usually, then she’d get a back massage or a foot massage. She really loved the foot massages after a long day. She used to be very appreciative, but now she would kick off her shoes drop her stockinged feet in his lap and flip through her favorite shows while he rubbed the day’s stress away. She used to thank him… or even better, get turned on and jump on him! Now, she mostly gave some instructions to “rub harder” or “hit that spot”… then she’d fall asleep. It was a vicious and cruel cycle. He felt like he was losing his wife, but he was powerless to do anything. So, he tried harder and harder to show his appreciation by taking care of her and the house. This only made him less like a husband and more like a servant in her eyes. So she took him even MORE for granted.
Then one day, Chris realized he had hit rock bottom. Veronica came home from a day of shopping at the mall with her mother. The two women were sitting side by side in the family room on the couch. They kicked their feet up on the cushy leather foot rest and relaxed while they spoke about their days. Veronica asked Christopher to bring them some refreshments and he prepared them some glasses of wine. As they drank and spoke about their days, Christopher stood bye and waited to be acknowledged. Then… he was “acknowledged“.
Adriana started her usual belittling of him. “You can hire a butler to bring you wine! Why are you still putting up with this free loader?”
Christopher couldn’t believe what he heard and experienced next.
“Well, he has been out of work for a very long time and I’m getting a little sick of it… but he gives a great foot massage!” The two women laughed at the mean spirited joke. Christopher was hurt deeply by his wife’s remark. Then it got worse.
“Mmmm, that sounds delightful. My feet are killing me from all that walking around the mall.”
Christopher looked at his mother in law… was she serious?
“Chris, can you be a doll and rub my mom’s feet for her? She does so much for us it’s the least you could do!”
Now he looked at his wife…was SHE serious?
Adriana kicked off each shoe and waved her stockinged feet in the air in anticipation. Chris was at a crossroads. His wife knew that he and her mother didn’t get along… why would she ask him to do this?
He looked at his mother-in-law’s feet and gulped. He literally swallowed his pride… for now, but he would have it out with his wife later about this! Neither woman moved their feet to the side, so he couldn’t sit on the footrest to do the deed. Instead, he knelt at Adriana’s feet and took both of her cream colored stockinged feet in his hands. He massaged the feet of his nemesis as she spoke with her daughter. He could smell a strong, cheesy odor that seemed to slap him in the face as he knelt at her feet. Her cream colored stockings were damp with perspiration and her feet weren’t as well kept as he thought they might be. Her toes were pedicured a dark burgundy color, but her heels and the balls of her feet had rough calloused areas. He rubbed them, enduring her foot smell, for fifteen minutes. The two women more or less ignored him. When he was finished, Adriana thanked her daughter for the foot massage. That was the last straw! Chris stood up and said angrily “I rubbed your damn feet! ME! I rubbed those smelly, hard, calloused dogs and I want some damn respect! How about some appreciation for once!”
His wife immediately dismissed him. “Oh Chris, don’t be so dramatic! I’m sure my mother is quite grateful. Right mom?”
Adriana rolled her eyes and then smiled. “Yes, Chris. I thank you. Thank you for finally realizing all you’re good enough to do for my family is rub our feet and do our laundry!”
Chris grew angry and looked at his wife for support. She spoke.. But not as he had hoped. “That reminds me. Chris, I left some laundry for you to do. And please do my lace panties by hand… I don’t want them ruined.”
Chris was crushed and he looked at his wife with deeply pained eyes. Then, Adriana sealed the deal. “Oh, you’re going to wash clothes by hand? Great! Can you do these socks for me? They are pretty rank. I could smell them up all the way over here as you rubbed them. I’m glad I wasn’t the one with these things in my face!” She rolled up her pant legs to reveal that the cream stockings weren’t stockings at all but knee high nyloned socks.
Christopher didn’t have any more rage, shame, or pain left to use. He just stood marveling that his wife had spoken to him like this and had allowed her mother to do the same. Adriana, knowing her feet stunk, allowed him to kneel there and rub them anyway. Then had the nerve to not only make fun of him but to demand he wash her socks??? Christopher didn’t know how to react. He wondered why he didn’t curse them both out and storm off. Instead, he removed the socks from Adriana’s feet as she lifted each leg for him to do so. Then, he walked off to wash his wife’s underwear and his mother-in-law’s smelly socks. He didn’t know what to do. He had lost any power and respect in the relationship.
Screwing Up
Like many men do when there are problems at home, Christopher looked elsewhere to be satisfied. The respect and love he was no longer getting in the house, he found in bed with other women. Many other women! When he was with these women he felt like a man, but when he was home he felt like a bitch! He still loved his wife but he was failing miserably at wining her back… or even getting any respect at home. His wife was bossing him around and his mother-in-law was showing up and belittling him at will.
Then it happened. One day his wife confronted him. She had discovered all the evidence that he had left behind during his sloppy affairs. Phone calls, texts, answering machine messages, women’s clothing. She had him dead to rights. Before he could even offer a defense she starting cutting him down to size. She screamed how her mother was right, how he was a failure, how he came from nothing and he would return to nothing, how he was beneath their family. She kept going on and on. Finally, the little self respect and manhood he had left kicked in. He admitted his affairs and coldly threw the large number of women in her face. She cocked her hand back and slapped him. Startled and furious, he slapped her right back. Her head flung backwards at the blow. She started running through the house. She was crying hysterically. Immediately Christopher felt horrible. Even though he had put up with a ton of crap, he knew he shouldn’t have hit her.
He went chasing after her and apologizing. She kept running through the house screaming “He hit me! He hit me! Mom, he hit me!”
Wait … mom? Oh great! How could he resolve this issue with that bitch here. His wife ran into the kitchen and he chased after her apologizing. When he entered the kitchen, WHACK! He felt a hard and sharp blow to the head.
Beat Down and Thrown Out
Christopher crumbled to the floor and rolled over to see Adriana standing over him with a frying pan. “You hit my daughter you animal? I knew you were no good!” She swung down with the frying pan again. He deflected it with his arm, and grabbed it from her. He started to get up when …WHACK… he got kicked in the face. It was a crushing blow as Veronica had run halfway across the kitchen and swung her leg full force with the pointy toe of her designer boot smashing him in the face. He crumpled to the floor again, and the two women were upon him. Veronica was crying and screaming as she kicked and stomped her husband. The pointy toe of her boot mostly hit him in the back, stomach and ribs as he tried to cover up in a ball. Adriana rained down stomps in her slip on hard bottomed flats. The clunky heel made her foot feel like a sledge hammer as she aimed mostly at his head. Then, Veronica slipped a well timed soccer kick through his defenses and it caught him right in-between two ribs with the point of her boot. Christopher winced in pain and grabbed at his side with both hands. Mistake. At that precise moment Adriana’s foot came slamming down and caught him with a perfect stomp on the side of his head and face. Her foot slammed into his head and bounced it hard off the kitchen tiles. The room started spinning. He lifted his arms to blindly defend himself, but their feet kept finding their targets. A kick to the back. A kick to the stomach. A kick to the ribs. A kick to the chest. Adriana waited for him to uncover his face with her foot elevated above his head. When she saw her opening she rained down another perfectly aimed stomp. Christopher caught a glimpse of it coming just in time and threw his hands up to deflect the blow. He foot was pushed off target and caught him in the shoulder. He grabbed her foot and held on for his life! Veronica continued to give him sharp kicks in the back. To free her foot, Adriana slipped it out of the shoe. Christopher held her shoe in his hands as her barefoot came crashing back down on his exposed face. This time when her foot slammed his head into the floor she kept it there. Holding the kitchen counter for leverage, she stepped full force on his face with her bare foot. She applied so much pressure that her other foot lifter slightly off of the ground and she stood on his head, pinning it to the ground. He grabbed vainly at her ankle trying to throw her off. With the ledge of the counter providing her with perfect balance, she stood on his face and pinned him to the floor. While her bare foot crushed his face and head, her daughter kept kicking him ferociously for the next ten minutes. She kept cursing him and aimed repeatedly at his ribs and stomach, trying to hit him in the same area as often as possible.
He started crying now, unable to help himself. With his mother-in-law standing on his face with one foot and his wife kicking him mercilessly he felt and looked pathetic. He got kicked in the ribs and stomach so much he thought he was going to vomit, he thought he was bleeding internally, and he thought he would die if she didn’t stop. Finally, she stopped kicking. Her mother stepped off of his face. He curled up on the floor and cried softly. His wife, out of breath from kicking him, said “Look at the big tough guy. You like to hit women? You little bitch! Get out of my house!”
Christopher tried to get up but he collapsed. His ribs were on fire, his stomach didn’t seem to have the strength to support his body, and his left knee was twisted horribly. His wife kept screaming “Get out of my house.” Scared that they would start kicking him again, he started a crippled crawl towards the front door. His mother-in-law walked behind him and every few moments she would kick him swiftly in the butt, urging him forward. His wife removed her long leather boot and swung it like a club, beating him over the back with it s he crawled. She cursed him for cheating. She cursed him for being useless. She cursed him for wasting part of her life. Each time she cursed him, she beat him with the boot. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he reached the front door and crawled outside. There were about 8 stone steps in front of the house and he knelt there wondering how he would get down.
“Hey” his wife yelled.
Slowly, painfully he turned to face her. He knelt there and looked up at her furious face.
“I want a divorce”. With that, she lifted her stockinged foot which had been in the boot she had kicked and then beat him with, pressed it against his face, and with a firm push sent him flying backwards down the stone steps. As he crashed to the bottom and fractured his ankle, Veronica turned to her mother and said “Let him go to the cops if he wants. What’s he gonna say? My wife and her mother beat me up?”
The Deal from Hell
The divorce proceedings were a massacre. Christopher couldn’t afford a good attorney and Veronica had a friend who was an ace lawyer handle her case. They laid out all of the evidence of his cheating and he got crushed. Although he never went to the police, he was still recovering from his wounds. His arm was in a sling, his leg in a cast and his face had the bruises of a prize fighter. The two women took silent pride in what they did to him and he could see it I their faces. As it turned out, his wife had everything in her name. So, she kept everything. The joke of it all was that somehow, they also got a judgment for spousal support. The well paid lawyer from a rich family was going to get spousal support from the struggling out of work ex-husband. It just didn’t’ seem right!
The two women smiled widely at each other and at Christopher. Defeated, he walked out of the court and planned to appeal. But deep down, he knew he wouldn’t win.
In the coming weeks his life deteriorated horribly. He moved into a single room he rented in a very bad neighborhood. He got a job as a janitor at a school by day and at a courthouse by night. Neither job would pay him cash “off the books” so he had his check garnished each week for his “spousal support”. He could barely afford food. He was miserable and he often would imagine the two bitches who ruined his life laughing as they drank wine at the mansion. After about two months of this horrible struggle, he received a letter from Veronica.
Dear Christopher,
Thank you for your spousal support checks. I know you could really use the money. You can’t be eating well if this measly amount is 27% of your weekly earnings. I thought you’d like to know that it goes towards new shoes form my mother.
Your ex-wife
Veronica
Christopher was furious. He figured maybe he could use this letter to his advantage to get out of this predicament in court. But first, he needed a drink. With that scathing letter fresh in his head he hit the local bar and drank for hours. The night ended with him assaulting a cop and ending up in jail. The officer was hurt badly and he knew he was looking at serious time. He had nobody to call for help, but he knew he was WAY in over his head. He had to get some help. So against every fiber in his being, he called his wife.
Which brings us all the way back to where we started our tale...
Much to his dismay, when the cell door opened an hour later it wasn’t his wife but Adriana. She explained that she was willing to help. She explained that she could hire the best lawyers and make it all go away. But he had to admit that he was beneath her and her daughter and accept that place in life.
Christopher looked at her with pained and desperate eyes.
Adriana reached down and removed her expensive looking high heel shoe. “If you accept this deal, then crawl over here and lick my foot. Remember when you said it was hard and calloused? Well, when you lick it every day for the next year… I’m sure it will be soft.”
This incredible bitch! She had reduced his life to garbage and was now here to enslave him. With tears in his eyes he nodded in acceptance of the deal. As he got on the floor and crawled towards his enemy, she kept speaking to him. “We’ll put a cot in the garage for you. You can clean up around the house and wash our things.” He kept crawling. “Remember when I told you you’d fail? That you were a fool? Remember when I wiped my feet with your family legacy?”
The tears rolled down his cheeks.
“You should have listened. Now, lick my foot and commit to being the footstool to my daughter and me that you have always been.” She held her sole in his face as he contemplated if there were ANY other way. Then he realized how she had placed him firmly beneath her foot in so many ways from the start!
Christopher extended his tongue and cringed. Then, he tasted her foot as she laughed. His new life was about to begin.
The End
Christopher never had a good relationship with his mother-in-law. In fact, that’s putting it mildly. They had grown to virtually hate each other and the history was long. When he looked in her eyes, she had the same look of contempt and condescending resentment she had from day one! Except now, there was an incredible look of satisfaction in her eyes as Christopher let his tongue touch the heel of her foot. A salty and cheesy taste exploded onto his tongue as it slowly ran up the sole of her foot. He cringed as Adriana laughed a hearty, self amused laugh. The shame and humiliation he felt were compounded by the fact that she had all but predicted this moment would come… and all but caused it too!
The Beginning
Christopher married Veronica four years ago and in his eyes, his mother-in-law was responsible for the deterioration of their marriage. She never wanted them to get married in the first place, and she didn’t hide it!
Veronica’s father was already dead when he decided to marry her so, trying to be traditional, he asked her mother Adriana for her daughter’s hand in marriage. She said no! When Christopher pressed her more, she explained that she wanted “more” for her daughter. At first her words were sugar coated with politeness, but as the conversation grew more heated she made Chris feel 3 inches tall. Christopher was crushed when she explained that her daughter would marry a “successful man”. Veronica was Adriana’s only daughter and the proud parents had given her everything that they could… including the best education and drive to be successful. Her parents were Cuban immigrants and they built themselves up through the years. When Veronica’s father died years back, Adriana had taken over the business and run it as CEO until she recently retired. The money had flowed freely and Veronica was raised well. Adriana took pride in her family name, their status, and the life she wanted for her daughter. She didn’t feel Christopher was a “good match” for her daughter.
Christopher professed his love for her daughter and explained that “love was enough”. Adriana wasn’t buying one word! On paper Veronica and Christopher were polar opposites - Veronica went to an ivy league college, Christopher dropped out of high school. Veronica went to law school, Christopher had tried unsuccessfully to start a few businesses. Veronica was a successful corporate lawyer and Christopher was… well, currently working as a clerk at the local hardware store. It was only to be temporary. He was incredibly bright and he was convinced that his entrepreneurial spirit would eventually make him a success. Christopher was amazed that a woman who help her husband rise up from nothing couldn’t see that! The conversation quickly turned ugly as Adriana pointed out that Christopher was nothing like her late husband. That he was “destined to fail” because he was a “fool”. More than that, she didn’t want him ruining her daughter’s life when he found himself “in the gutter”. Furious, Christopher told her that he loved her daughter and that was it! They were getting married.
He didn’t speak much to his mother in law for the rest of the engagement. When they did talk, it was usually an argument about something. Veronica, his faithful wife, would always defend him to her mother and that usually would end it. However, even with her heavy pay, Veronica couldn’t fully afford the lavish wedding she wanted. So, much to Chris’ dismay, she asked her mother for help. Her mother was happy to help and ended up paying for most of the wedding. This Chris felt completely emasculated. As Veronica and her mother planned the big day, Adriana made sure to talk her daughter out of virtually everything that Chris wanted to include. Since she was paying, Chris would only lightly protest and even that was met with nasty looks and snide comments from Adriana. “What type of man can’t contribute for his own wedding?“ or “What say do you have? You want to pick something? Pay for something!?“ Chris would usually then just drop his head in frustration and slight humiliation. What’s worse, sometimes Veronica would defend him and sometimes she wouldn’t!
The next “event” happened on the wedding day. Chris lost both of his parents many years before. On his wedding day, he wanted to honor them in some way. He chose to give his wife a special handkerchief. It was his grandfather’s handkerchief and it had been handed down to his father on his wedding day. Before he died, his father gave it to Christopher. Now, on his own wedding day he would give this very special gift to his wife in a special part of the ceremony. In the grooms quarters, as he was getting ready, Adriana came into his room and asked to see the handkerchief. Pleased that she was taking an interest in his family traditions, he explained the significance of the handkerchief. How it was passed down through generations, how it had survived “the war”, and how it really represented all that his family was to him! Adriana stared at the beautifully embroidered bright white cloth. Chris looked at his mother-in-law. She looked amazing. She had a plump and curvaceous figure and was very attractive for a woman her age. She wore a beautiful white dress with white wedding shoes and her red hair was up in a bun. She had her daughter fairly young and was only 54 herself. She truly looked beautiful as she stood admiring his family heirloom. Then she said to him, “I have a spot on my shoe.” Chris watched in horror as his future mother-in-law stooped down and started wiping a dark spot from her shoe. She rubbed vigorously until her shoe was clean to her satisfaction. Then as if that wasn’t bad enough, she explained how she had been “slipping” a little in her new shoes because her feet were very sweaty. As Christopher stood paralyzed in shock and horror, Adriana removed each shoe and used the special cloth to clean the sweat from her feet. She slowly and methodically wiped down her soles and then carefully wiped each toe, even digging in between them to clean out her toe cheese. She carefully inspected each foot before slipping her expensive shoes back on. She walked up to Chris, who was standing with his mouth open in disbelief. His blood boiled and his anger caused him to sweat profusely. Adriana walked over to him, having just wiped her feet and her shoe with his family heirloom. Noting that he was sweating, she calmly wiped the sweat from his face with this same cloth. As she dabbed , patted, and wiped at his face “lovingly”, he could see the smudges her feet had made on the cloth. When she finished wiping his face, she handed him the cloth and walked away. This was their pre-wedding “bonding” moment and he fully understood the symbolism. This was his soon to be “mother” cleaning her feet with his “family name” to show him where his place was. This was his future “mother” telling him that his most important and loved possession wasn’t good enough for her daughter… in fact, it was only good enough for two things - his family and to clean her feet. And, secondarily, she was saying that a rag used to clean her feet was still “good enough” to clean his face! Chris let his anger subside and resigned himself to eat his pride for the sake of his future wife and his family… but clearly, he now would not give her the special handkerchief during the ceremony. Adriana had claimed another victory.
Christopher didn’t have many family members and with his parents dead, he wasn‘t well represented at the wedding. Of the 375 guests, 323 were Adriana’s family. Most of the wedding and reception music and customs were all Cuban. Christopher wanted his Italian heritage honored in some way. It wasn’t.
He never told his wife about the handkerchief and he never made a big deal about the lack of diversity during the reception and ceremony.. This was how his marriage began.
Less Than a Husband
Apparently Adriana was a tremendous judge of character. She had completely predicted his future failures. The economy fell apart and took all credit and loans for guys like Chris with it! After a few failed attempts at businesses, Christopher abandoned his dreams (at least temporarily) and just looked for work. However, in a recession “white collar” jobs were hard to come by… especially without any formal education. He took whatever work he could find. Mostly, he spent his day doing little odds and ends for a few bucks and looking for work.
They lived in a fantastic house in a fantastic neighborhood. Veronica’s work as an attorney paid for all they could need or want. Chris didn’t feel like much of a man and he really wanted to contribute financially. He just couldn’t. Veronica was handling all the business and didn’t need him for that. Christopher tried to show his appreciation by helping more around the house. He cooked, he cleaned, he ran her a hot bath whenever she seemed stressed and he rubbed her feet every night. However, he was fighting a losing battle. Whenever her mother would visit (which seemed like all the time) she would talk about him like he wasn’t there! Sometimes in Spanish and sometimes in English, she would hardly ever mention his name unless the words “lazy” or “bum” were attached. Her mother was constantly in her ear asking her why her husband wasn’t working, when would he find a job, why was she supporting him. His increased efforts around the house only made her snicker and say things like “He might as well be YOUR wife!”
Slowly, he started to notice his wife changing. She used to defend him to her mother… at least sometimes. Now, her mother’s comments went unchecked unless HE spoke up. Then, she would start to scold HIM for speaking to her mother rudely. She used to help out around the house with chores, but slowly she stopped. Then, she started to chastise him when things weren’t getting done. “You’ve been home all day… is it to much to ask for you to do the dishes?” As things deteriorated like this, he tried harder to please her through his housework. He wanted to help in some way… to show he appreciated how she was holding down the financial side. However, this combined with her mother’s constant interference only made him start to look weaker and weaker as a man in her eyes. Eventually, it got to the point where Veronica would come home exhausted from a day at the office and as she walked through the house she would drop things as she saw fit. She’d drop her briefcase, fling her suit jacket, and drop her car keys. Chris would scurry around picking everything up and putting them away.
“What’s for dinner Chris?”
They would eat whatever he had prepared and speak about her day. She would mostly complain about work issues and occasionally hit him with a “Well, you wouldn’t understand.” Usually, then she’d get a back massage or a foot massage. She really loved the foot massages after a long day. She used to be very appreciative, but now she would kick off her shoes drop her stockinged feet in his lap and flip through her favorite shows while he rubbed the day’s stress away. She used to thank him… or even better, get turned on and jump on him! Now, she mostly gave some instructions to “rub harder” or “hit that spot”… then she’d fall asleep. It was a vicious and cruel cycle. He felt like he was losing his wife, but he was powerless to do anything. So, he tried harder and harder to show his appreciation by taking care of her and the house. This only made him less like a husband and more like a servant in her eyes. So she took him even MORE for granted.
Then one day, Chris realized he had hit rock bottom. Veronica came home from a day of shopping at the mall with her mother. The two women were sitting side by side in the family room on the couch. They kicked their feet up on the cushy leather foot rest and relaxed while they spoke about their days. Veronica asked Christopher to bring them some refreshments and he prepared them some glasses of wine. As they drank and spoke about their days, Christopher stood bye and waited to be acknowledged. Then… he was “acknowledged“.
Adriana started her usual belittling of him. “You can hire a butler to bring you wine! Why are you still putting up with this free loader?”
Christopher couldn’t believe what he heard and experienced next.
“Well, he has been out of work for a very long time and I’m getting a little sick of it… but he gives a great foot massage!” The two women laughed at the mean spirited joke. Christopher was hurt deeply by his wife’s remark. Then it got worse.
“Mmmm, that sounds delightful. My feet are killing me from all that walking around the mall.”
Christopher looked at his mother in law… was she serious?
“Chris, can you be a doll and rub my mom’s feet for her? She does so much for us it’s the least you could do!”
Now he looked at his wife…was SHE serious?
Adriana kicked off each shoe and waved her stockinged feet in the air in anticipation. Chris was at a crossroads. His wife knew that he and her mother didn’t get along… why would she ask him to do this?
He looked at his mother-in-law’s feet and gulped. He literally swallowed his pride… for now, but he would have it out with his wife later about this! Neither woman moved their feet to the side, so he couldn’t sit on the footrest to do the deed. Instead, he knelt at Adriana’s feet and took both of her cream colored stockinged feet in his hands. He massaged the feet of his nemesis as she spoke with her daughter. He could smell a strong, cheesy odor that seemed to slap him in the face as he knelt at her feet. Her cream colored stockings were damp with perspiration and her feet weren’t as well kept as he thought they might be. Her toes were pedicured a dark burgundy color, but her heels and the balls of her feet had rough calloused areas. He rubbed them, enduring her foot smell, for fifteen minutes. The two women more or less ignored him. When he was finished, Adriana thanked her daughter for the foot massage. That was the last straw! Chris stood up and said angrily “I rubbed your damn feet! ME! I rubbed those smelly, hard, calloused dogs and I want some damn respect! How about some appreciation for once!”
His wife immediately dismissed him. “Oh Chris, don’t be so dramatic! I’m sure my mother is quite grateful. Right mom?”
Adriana rolled her eyes and then smiled. “Yes, Chris. I thank you. Thank you for finally realizing all you’re good enough to do for my family is rub our feet and do our laundry!”
Chris grew angry and looked at his wife for support. She spoke.. But not as he had hoped. “That reminds me. Chris, I left some laundry for you to do. And please do my lace panties by hand… I don’t want them ruined.”
Chris was crushed and he looked at his wife with deeply pained eyes. Then, Adriana sealed the deal. “Oh, you’re going to wash clothes by hand? Great! Can you do these socks for me? They are pretty rank. I could smell them up all the way over here as you rubbed them. I’m glad I wasn’t the one with these things in my face!” She rolled up her pant legs to reveal that the cream stockings weren’t stockings at all but knee high nyloned socks.
Christopher didn’t have any more rage, shame, or pain left to use. He just stood marveling that his wife had spoken to him like this and had allowed her mother to do the same. Adriana, knowing her feet stunk, allowed him to kneel there and rub them anyway. Then had the nerve to not only make fun of him but to demand he wash her socks??? Christopher didn’t know how to react. He wondered why he didn’t curse them both out and storm off. Instead, he removed the socks from Adriana’s feet as she lifted each leg for him to do so. Then, he walked off to wash his wife’s underwear and his mother-in-law’s smelly socks. He didn’t know what to do. He had lost any power and respect in the relationship.
Screwing Up
Like many men do when there are problems at home, Christopher looked elsewhere to be satisfied. The respect and love he was no longer getting in the house, he found in bed with other women. Many other women! When he was with these women he felt like a man, but when he was home he felt like a bitch! He still loved his wife but he was failing miserably at wining her back… or even getting any respect at home. His wife was bossing him around and his mother-in-law was showing up and belittling him at will.
Then it happened. One day his wife confronted him. She had discovered all the evidence that he had left behind during his sloppy affairs. Phone calls, texts, answering machine messages, women’s clothing. She had him dead to rights. Before he could even offer a defense she starting cutting him down to size. She screamed how her mother was right, how he was a failure, how he came from nothing and he would return to nothing, how he was beneath their family. She kept going on and on. Finally, the little self respect and manhood he had left kicked in. He admitted his affairs and coldly threw the large number of women in her face. She cocked her hand back and slapped him. Startled and furious, he slapped her right back. Her head flung backwards at the blow. She started running through the house. She was crying hysterically. Immediately Christopher felt horrible. Even though he had put up with a ton of crap, he knew he shouldn’t have hit her.
He went chasing after her and apologizing. She kept running through the house screaming “He hit me! He hit me! Mom, he hit me!”
Wait … mom? Oh great! How could he resolve this issue with that bitch here. His wife ran into the kitchen and he chased after her apologizing. When he entered the kitchen, WHACK! He felt a hard and sharp blow to the head.
Beat Down and Thrown Out
Christopher crumbled to the floor and rolled over to see Adriana standing over him with a frying pan. “You hit my daughter you animal? I knew you were no good!” She swung down with the frying pan again. He deflected it with his arm, and grabbed it from her. He started to get up when …WHACK… he got kicked in the face. It was a crushing blow as Veronica had run halfway across the kitchen and swung her leg full force with the pointy toe of her designer boot smashing him in the face. He crumpled to the floor again, and the two women were upon him. Veronica was crying and screaming as she kicked and stomped her husband. The pointy toe of her boot mostly hit him in the back, stomach and ribs as he tried to cover up in a ball. Adriana rained down stomps in her slip on hard bottomed flats. The clunky heel made her foot feel like a sledge hammer as she aimed mostly at his head. Then, Veronica slipped a well timed soccer kick through his defenses and it caught him right in-between two ribs with the point of her boot. Christopher winced in pain and grabbed at his side with both hands. Mistake. At that precise moment Adriana’s foot came slamming down and caught him with a perfect stomp on the side of his head and face. Her foot slammed into his head and bounced it hard off the kitchen tiles. The room started spinning. He lifted his arms to blindly defend himself, but their feet kept finding their targets. A kick to the back. A kick to the stomach. A kick to the ribs. A kick to the chest. Adriana waited for him to uncover his face with her foot elevated above his head. When she saw her opening she rained down another perfectly aimed stomp. Christopher caught a glimpse of it coming just in time and threw his hands up to deflect the blow. He foot was pushed off target and caught him in the shoulder. He grabbed her foot and held on for his life! Veronica continued to give him sharp kicks in the back. To free her foot, Adriana slipped it out of the shoe. Christopher held her shoe in his hands as her barefoot came crashing back down on his exposed face. This time when her foot slammed his head into the floor she kept it there. Holding the kitchen counter for leverage, she stepped full force on his face with her bare foot. She applied so much pressure that her other foot lifter slightly off of the ground and she stood on his head, pinning it to the ground. He grabbed vainly at her ankle trying to throw her off. With the ledge of the counter providing her with perfect balance, she stood on his face and pinned him to the floor. While her bare foot crushed his face and head, her daughter kept kicking him ferociously for the next ten minutes. She kept cursing him and aimed repeatedly at his ribs and stomach, trying to hit him in the same area as often as possible.
He started crying now, unable to help himself. With his mother-in-law standing on his face with one foot and his wife kicking him mercilessly he felt and looked pathetic. He got kicked in the ribs and stomach so much he thought he was going to vomit, he thought he was bleeding internally, and he thought he would die if she didn’t stop. Finally, she stopped kicking. Her mother stepped off of his face. He curled up on the floor and cried softly. His wife, out of breath from kicking him, said “Look at the big tough guy. You like to hit women? You little bitch! Get out of my house!”
Christopher tried to get up but he collapsed. His ribs were on fire, his stomach didn’t seem to have the strength to support his body, and his left knee was twisted horribly. His wife kept screaming “Get out of my house.” Scared that they would start kicking him again, he started a crippled crawl towards the front door. His mother-in-law walked behind him and every few moments she would kick him swiftly in the butt, urging him forward. His wife removed her long leather boot and swung it like a club, beating him over the back with it s he crawled. She cursed him for cheating. She cursed him for being useless. She cursed him for wasting part of her life. Each time she cursed him, she beat him with the boot. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he reached the front door and crawled outside. There were about 8 stone steps in front of the house and he knelt there wondering how he would get down.
“Hey” his wife yelled.
Slowly, painfully he turned to face her. He knelt there and looked up at her furious face.
“I want a divorce”. With that, she lifted her stockinged foot which had been in the boot she had kicked and then beat him with, pressed it against his face, and with a firm push sent him flying backwards down the stone steps. As he crashed to the bottom and fractured his ankle, Veronica turned to her mother and said “Let him go to the cops if he wants. What’s he gonna say? My wife and her mother beat me up?”
The Deal from Hell
The divorce proceedings were a massacre. Christopher couldn’t afford a good attorney and Veronica had a friend who was an ace lawyer handle her case. They laid out all of the evidence of his cheating and he got crushed. Although he never went to the police, he was still recovering from his wounds. His arm was in a sling, his leg in a cast and his face had the bruises of a prize fighter. The two women took silent pride in what they did to him and he could see it I their faces. As it turned out, his wife had everything in her name. So, she kept everything. The joke of it all was that somehow, they also got a judgment for spousal support. The well paid lawyer from a rich family was going to get spousal support from the struggling out of work ex-husband. It just didn’t’ seem right!
The two women smiled widely at each other and at Christopher. Defeated, he walked out of the court and planned to appeal. But deep down, he knew he wouldn’t win.
In the coming weeks his life deteriorated horribly. He moved into a single room he rented in a very bad neighborhood. He got a job as a janitor at a school by day and at a courthouse by night. Neither job would pay him cash “off the books” so he had his check garnished each week for his “spousal support”. He could barely afford food. He was miserable and he often would imagine the two bitches who ruined his life laughing as they drank wine at the mansion. After about two months of this horrible struggle, he received a letter from Veronica.
Dear Christopher,
Thank you for your spousal support checks. I know you could really use the money. You can’t be eating well if this measly amount is 27% of your weekly earnings. I thought you’d like to know that it goes towards new shoes form my mother.
Your ex-wife
Veronica
Christopher was furious. He figured maybe he could use this letter to his advantage to get out of this predicament in court. But first, he needed a drink. With that scathing letter fresh in his head he hit the local bar and drank for hours. The night ended with him assaulting a cop and ending up in jail. The officer was hurt badly and he knew he was looking at serious time. He had nobody to call for help, but he knew he was WAY in over his head. He had to get some help. So against every fiber in his being, he called his wife.
Which brings us all the way back to where we started our tale...
Much to his dismay, when the cell door opened an hour later it wasn’t his wife but Adriana. She explained that she was willing to help. She explained that she could hire the best lawyers and make it all go away. But he had to admit that he was beneath her and her daughter and accept that place in life.
Christopher looked at her with pained and desperate eyes.
Adriana reached down and removed her expensive looking high heel shoe. “If you accept this deal, then crawl over here and lick my foot. Remember when you said it was hard and calloused? Well, when you lick it every day for the next year… I’m sure it will be soft.”
This incredible bitch! She had reduced his life to garbage and was now here to enslave him. With tears in his eyes he nodded in acceptance of the deal. As he got on the floor and crawled towards his enemy, she kept speaking to him. “We’ll put a cot in the garage for you. You can clean up around the house and wash our things.” He kept crawling. “Remember when I told you you’d fail? That you were a fool? Remember when I wiped my feet with your family legacy?”
The tears rolled down his cheeks.
“You should have listened. Now, lick my foot and commit to being the footstool to my daughter and me that you have always been.” She held her sole in his face as he contemplated if there were ANY other way. Then he realized how she had placed him firmly beneath her foot in so many ways from the start!
Christopher extended his tongue and cringed. Then, he tasted her foot as she laughed. His new life was about to begin.
The End