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CHAPTER SEVEN
Sisterly Advice
Eric toiled in the kitchen, scrubbing the bottom of the kitchen sink for
the second time that day to remove some gunk he'd missed earlier. Rinsing
and drying followed. The sink needed to shine for Julia's inspection when
she returned home from work. Perfection would be demanded.
It had been three days since Julia had declared that they were now in a
female lead marriage. Everyday since had been a challenge in humility and
service for Eric. As the homemaker, there was housework that Julia
expected him to complete each day which she inspected in the evenings and
often added to.
The inspections were painful and demeaning. As she combed through the
apartment there was the inevitable frown of disappointment that told him
he had failed on something. Often the frown was accompanied by hurtful
comments and instructions on how to improve or 'do it right'.
Yesterday, she'd gotten so upset with him for a grease stain in the sink,
from some sausages he'd cooked for breakfast, that she'd actually taken
away the power cord from his computer as a punishment. He missed another
important engagement with his guild and lied using the same half-truth
about 'computer problems' he'd relied on before to cover his shame. What
else could he do? Tell people that Julia unplugged him for failing to
clean the sink to her satisfaction? It was unthinkable.
Eric furrowed his brow in frustration. The threat of cutting him off
financially and in the bedroom was daunting, plenty to blackmail him
with. That she used it so freely seemed cruel. But, there was something
else developing that was even more worrisome. He wasn't sure what it was.
A certain attitude from her? A bolder confidence? Maybe the way she
carried or comported herself? Whatever it was, it seemed to be effecting
him, making him more... compliant to her. It was like she simply expected
that he recognize her authority over him and he was. He felt it anytime
he was with her now and it seemed to be getting worse, more intense. If
it continued...
He shook his head and took a deep breath trying to clear his mind of
troubling thoughts. It was well into the afternoon, time to focus. He
needed to finish his cleaning before Julia came home. He stepped back
from the sink, gave the kitchen a final look, and decided to move on.
Another, even more degrading, task was waiting.
Walking into the bathroom, Eric stared at the washbasin with ambivalence,
shaking his head at the task before him. A dozen of Julia's panties were
soaking in the basin waiting for him to clean them. He felt humiliated at
the prospect.
He'd dug them out of her hamper earlier, feeling odd and a bit perverse
the entire time. Now they were waiting for him to hand scrub them as
Julia had directed. Eric grimaced with disgust. What type of man would
agree to hand scrub his wife's panties? What did that make him?
He fought back his feelings, there was a job to do. Julia expected her
panties to be cleaned and she expected him to clean them.
Leaning over the basin, he stared at the sudsy water and wet, delicate
panties. He had to admit, they were tantalizing in a way. He couldn't
help but think of Julia's lovely, sweet womanhood looking at them.
He reached a hand out then stopped, hovering just inches over the soaking
panties. He was struggling inside. Would doing this change him somehow?
Was he about to pass some unspoken line into a lower level of servitude?
He shook his head as he lowered his fingers ever closer towards Julia's
intimates. Like it or not, Julia had told him to do it. Refusing her
wasn't really an option. Slowly, his face twisted into a partial grimace,
he dropped his hand into the water, pulled a pair out, and stared at them
while water and suds drizzled away back into the basin. He felt a
pleasing twitch in his pants suddenly. The panty was exotic, sexy,
utterly female. Tiny, bikini panties, black lace with a decorative, red
bow on the front. Thinking about Julia wearing them, hour upon hour,
against her naked pussy was making him stiff.
Eric groaned in frustration. He had to remind himself that there was a
job to do. Julia would expect to see clean and dry panties in a handful
of hours.
Eric lowered them back to the water and began to slowly, gently, rub at
the crotch of the garment with his fingers. He continued cleaning,
rubbing and scrubbing at every inch, taking his time, continuing until he
believed Julia would be pleased. It felt wrong to be doing it, shameful,
but some small part of him was confusingly enjoying it too, almost
pleased that Julia was making him do it for some perverse reason.
After the first panty, he did the rest in turn. He rinsed them
afterwards, gently squeezed the water out, and pressed them between some
fluffy white towels to further dry them. Finally, they were hung from
little hooks with clothespins on the ends designed for air drying such
things. When he was done, a dozen panties were adorning their shower.
Eric felt somehow diminished at the end of it. It was like another piece
of his manhood had been taken. Maybe that was part of Julia's plan, to
drain away his manhood bit by bit. If it continued what would be left?
He became increasingly distressed as he pondered his future in Julia's
female lead marriage, staring at her sexy panties like they were
indictments, each one proclaiming the demise of his masculinity. The fact
that he was rock-hard after being forced to hand wash her dirty panties
just made it all worse. Did she know how excited it would make him? How
could he permit this to continue?
He wandered out of the bathroom in a conflicted fog of loss and arousal.
Where Julia was taking them just had to be wrong, didn't it? Eric crossed
over to the couch and plopped down.
Julia had become like a force of nature. Escaping his predicament and
returning their marriage to something more normal seemed impossible.
Getting a job would help for certain, it might be part of the answer but
it didn't seem likely that Julia would surrender their female lead
marriage that easily.
He sat there stewing for a time when it finally occurred to him that he
needed to somehow talk to somebody about the situation. He desperately
needed some perspective, some advice. But who to go to?
Lucas just wouldn't understand what was happening, not on any level. It
would be mortifying to tell him the things that Julia had done to him. To
tell any of the guys he knew that his wife had literally taken control
over everything, had turned him into a homemaker and was now making him
hand wash her soiled panties was beyond humiliating. There was just no
way to tell that to other guys. He'd be declared a wimp or sissy or maybe
worse. He'd lose every friend he had.
Then, as he sat there almost ready to abandon hope that he might find
someone to commiserate with he unexpectedly thought of his sister. Emily
wouldn't be his first choice as a confidant, they weren't really close.
She did care about family though and he thought he could trust her.
He wavered for a bit, then before he could convince himself not to, he
grabbed his phone, looked her up in his family contacts, and hit the call
button. It began to ring. His anxiety immediately spiked. He was having
second thoughts. How could he even consider discussing his plight with
his sister? He decided to hang up...
"Hello?" Emily said.
"Em?" Eric replied hesitantly.
"Eric? That you?" Emily asked.
He thought about just hanging up, maybe pretend it was a mistake, an
accidental dialing or something.
"Eric? Something wrong?" she asked.
"Yeah," he replied, the uncertainty clear in his voice.
"What's going on? Did something happen? Is everybody okay?" she asked.
Eric felt a flood of emotion rising. He caught his breath as his eyes
began to moisten. "No. Not really," he choked out, struggling to regain
composure.
"Eric, what's going on?" she demanded firmly.
"I'm... having problems," he said slowly, "at home."
"Eric, what are you talking about? At home? What do you mean? Julia? You
having problems with Julia?"
Eric nodded vigorously, realizing a moment later the pointlessness of the
gesture over the phone. "Yes," he said, hoping there was no need to
explain further.
Emily sighed, exasperated. "What happened? What she do?" she asked
impatiently.
Eric cringed, pulling the phone tightly to his head. "It's... just going
all wrong, Em," he whined. How could he tell her, without really telling
her, he wondered. "She's like taking over our whole marriage." He wanted
to spill every detail, wanted to hear soothing, supporting words from his
sister; but, the shame was too deep, too hurtful. "She controls all our
money, Em. I don't know what to do. She's threatening to cut me off if I
don't do everything she wants."
"What?! Eric..." she started. "Get a job! Man up, little brother," she
said, sounding annoyed.
Eric closed his eyes and shook his head slowly, his sister's words adding
to his pain, confirming his failures. "I've been trying. It's been very
difficult," he said, almost groaning the words out. "The job market isn't
what it used to be," he added.
The line was quiet.
"You don't understand, Em. This is a lot more than just getting a job.
She... took over. Everything. She's forcing me to do things," he said
with desperation. "It's like she expects me to become her servant or maid
or something, Em."
The line was quiet.
"Em? She says we're in a female lead marriage now!" he blurted, his
cheeks burning at the admission.
Emily snorted, then muffled her phone for a few moments. "Did I hear that
right?" she asked when she came back. "A female lead marriage?"
Eric felt almost dizzy with humiliation and embarrassment - it was out
there. His sister knew how pathetic he'd become. What was he thinking?!
"Em, please," he begged. "Please don't... This is... it's serious. I
don't know what to do. I don't know... how to handle her anymore."
Emily sighed.
He felt utterly humiliated, devastated, worse than before he called.
There was more though, something twisted, because as desperate as he was
for a way out, as much as Julia had to be stopped, some small part of him
was still aroused by Julia's, new found, dominance. Even, the fact, that
his sister now knew about the FLM was somehow adding to it. It was like
humiliation and sexual arousal were getting fused together in his brain.
What was happening to him? It just had to be stopped before he lost
himself. "I was hoping maybe you could help me figure out what to do," he
said meekly.
"Good grief, Eric. Really? A female lead marriage? Huh. Didn't expect
that one," she mused. "I'm not really surprised you're having problems
with Julia," she said. "I mean, I expected she'd have you wrapped around
her pretty little finger by now but I didn't think she'd have your balls
in a jar," she mocked.
Eric winced at the critique.
"How long have you two been married for now?" she asked.
"A little over three years," he said.
"Three years? Honestly, I didn't expect you guys to make even two. Not
you and Julia," she said.
"What? Why?"
"You know, I did try having this conversation with you before you married
her. Remember?"
Eric thought back to their wedding. A few people, including his sister,
had approached him about Julia. He didn't take any of them seriously, he
was too enamored with his bride, felt too lucky, too thrilled that a
woman as beautiful and sexy as Julia agreed to marry him - a fairly
average, nerdy guy. "I remember you asked me if I was sure, something
like that."
"That's right. I asked you if you were really sure if you wanted to marry
her. I asked you if you thought you really knew her," she said.
Eric shrugged. "I don't think I really thought about it. I was so
thrilled to be getting Julia," he said. "I guess I figured you were just
doing a big sister thing. I didn't take it like a warning or anything."
"I felt responsible at the time," she explained. "I introduced you two,
more like dumped her on you if you want the truth. You weren't suppose to
marry the girl!"
"Dumped her on me?" he asked with surprise.
Emily sighed. "Didn't you ever ask her about her past? Guys she dated?
Anything like that? You two ever have that conversation?"
"No," Eric admitted. He'd never asked her, never wanted to know about her
boyfriends. He figured there had been many, most of them probably better
looking than he was, more appealing, even more capable in the bedroom.
"No?! Huh," she said surprised. "You should have, Eric," she said firmly.
"Maybe you could have headed off your... situation. I dunno, maybe not. I
still don't think you should have married her, little brother. For
starters, you're just not her type."
"Not her type?" Eric asked, puzzled.
Emily sighed again. "That's what I said, not her type, Eric," she
replied, seemingly frustrated. "Don't you get it? She used to date real
beefcakes, big guys, lots of muscles, very masculine. I think she dated a
lot of athletes, like guys on the football team, guys like that."
It made sense, depressing, but it made sense. Julia was an alpha female,
she preferred alpha males.
"I'm afraid, little brother, that you were more of a...," she paused for
a moment, looking for the right word, "compromise," she finally said.
"I'm pretty sure, you just happened to come into her life at the right
time. Like I said, you're just not her type. She never... This is going
to sound harsh but I think you need to hear it. I don't think she ever,
in her heart-of-hearts, wanted to be with you."
Eric went a bit numb, truly dumbfounded by his sister's words. "I don't
understand," Eric said slowly.
"Eric, when she met you she was rebounding. She was running away from all
the guys she'd been dating," she said. "As I heard it, she had terrible
taste in men. She kept picking bad guys to be with. I mean, like really
bad, slapped around bad. Get it? Men that would get drunk and get
abusive. Got the picture?"
"But... if I wasn't her type and she was having problems with men then
why start dating me?" he asked.
"Because she was confused and messed up at the time maybe," she replied.
"I think... it's because you were a different kind of guy. You weren't
going to abuse her like the men she normally dated so she convinced
herself that you were the kind of man she should be with. She idealized
you into something you weren't. That's what I think happened," Emily
said.
The line went quiet for a time.
Eric was utterly perplexed. Was his entire marriage to Julia a sham? Did
he really know her at all, understand her pain, her needs?
"Em?"
"Yes?"
"I have to ask," he started ,"if Julia was so messed up back then, why
the heck did you introduce us?! Why?"
"I just asked you to get her a drink!" she snapped back. "You weren't
supposed to marry her you little nerd! Don't blame me for your problems!"
Eric shook his head feeling betrayed. "My sister introduces me to a
beautiful girl at a party, asks me to get her a drink, and disappears.
What was I supposed to think? You didn't tell me anything about her, Em!
Why not?"
The line was quiet.
"Em? Why didn't you warn me about Julia when you introduced us?"
"I was trying to get rid of her, Eric," she said matter-of-factly.
"What?"
Emily sighed. "Eric, I told you, she was messed up, confused. She was
getting beat up by the horrible creeps she was dating. So she..." Emily
sighed again. "She decided to experiment with other girls, okay?"
"Other girls?!" Eric asked astonished.
"She was chasing me, Eric! She was chasing me and I wasn't interested
because I knew she was on the rebound," Emily said. "When I saw you at
the party I dumped her on you. I told her you'd get her a drink, that I
needed to talk to somebody first and I disappeared," she admitted. "I
didn't expect her to take an interest in you. How could I? I thought she
was only interested in girls at the time. How was I supposed to know
she'd latch onto you?"
Eric was stunned at the revelations.
"And, before you ask," Emily started, "yes, I was experimenting back in
college too. Julia was chasing me because she knew. But, we were never
lovers. There was never even a date."
Eric didn't say anything. He was married to a woman he didn't even know
anymore. It seemed like, she never knew him either. Then, when she
finally saw his failings, when the facade crumbled, it just made sense to
her to take over. It didn't make it right but it might explain why she
was doing it to him.
"You were just supposed to get her a drink, Eric."
"But, what am I supposed to do now, Em?" he asked. "I can't just walk
away from her. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. I have nowhere to go. I
have no money of my own anymore. Maybe I could get welfare or something
but I don't think I'd even qualify for that."
"I don't know what to tell you. I'd probably have left a long time ago
but that's me," she said.
The line was quiet.
"I haven't seen Julia in years," Emily said. "Seems to me she can be very
driven when she wants, little brother. So, I'll give you some advice. If
you don't want to leave her then you better learn how to deal with her
being in charge," she said. "Get comfortable being a male in a female
lead marriage, little brother."
"She said she's going to change me in ways I won't like," Eric said with
melancholy.
"Then I'd leave, little brother. Not sure what else to say to you. I'd
leave," she said simply.
Eric lifted the phone away from his ear and hung up on her. He felt
betrayed by Emily, used by his own sister when she brought Julia into his
life. Of course, she wasn't entirely to blame; but, had she not dumped
Julia on him that night...
Eric got up from the couch and began wandering through the apartment as
he struggled to keep his emotions under control.
His stomach began churning as he looked around their home, at the life
they had built together. How real had it ever been? He couldn't help but
wonder if Julia had ever truly loved him or if it was some fantasy
version that she loved. Which was it?
He wasn't sure he could blame her either way, now that he understood her
past. Maybe everything she was doing, from her point of view, made
perfect sense. Eric winced at the thought of it, his mood darkened. Julia
had been a victim. She wasn't being cruel so much as trying to keep from
being a victim again because another man, in her life, was failing her.
Was that it?
Eric grimaced and shook his head. It still didn't make it okay. Eric
hadn't asked to be in a FLM, hadn't asked to be her maid either for that
matter. She shouldn't be forcing it on him. He needed to stand up to her
somehow. It seemed impossible though. She'd been very clear - they
weren't going back to how things were and she was planning even more
changes. Whatever she had in mind seemed ominous.
His stomach tied itself in knots as he dwelt on it. The situation was
unbearable. He rubbed his forehead and groaned as his heart started to
race and pound. There was only one option - escape. As unimaginable as it
was, leaving Julia was the only thing to do.
It might be a terrible struggle but it had to be better than what Julia
was doing. His face twisted up into a grimace of disgust as he fought
self-doubt and worry. He couldn't allow himself to think about the
consequences. It was too important to get away from her while he still
could.
Eric marched to his closet in the bedroom, rummaged in the back, and
pulled out his suitcase and travel bag. He tossed them on the bed and
froze, curling his sweating hands into fists as he stood there. He pushed
down the pain in his stomach with difficulty, lamenting the loss of his
relationship with his beautiful, vibrant wife. He was desperate to stay
with her but just had to go, had to find the strength.
Firming his resolve, Eric started packing the essentials. Anytime Julia
came to mind, he refocused on the packing and on the idea of being true
to himself, thinking back to the days when he had a great job and was in
control of his life and destiny. He kept going, tearing through closet
and drawers, leaving a mess as things were abandoned as unneeded. When
finished, the luggage was filled to capacity, loaded with nearly
everything needed for living on the road.
He was about to leave the room but stopped and walked to Julia's dresser
instead. He slid open the top drawer, her lingerie drawer, and stared at
all the lovely garments within. Silks and satins with lovely lace
brocades littered the drawer. If nothing else, she was the most beautiful
and sensuous woman he'd ever been with, he doubted he'd find anything
like her again.
Gently, he pulled out a pair of red, silk panties with a rose-pattern
brocade. They were beautiful and richly feminine. He stuffed them into
his pocket as a memento, something to remember her by.
Then, in a sudden act of defiance, he yanked the drawer out entirely and
flipped it onto the floor. Julia's bras, panties, and nighties were in a
heap, a bit of retribution for making him hand scrub her dirty panties.
He sneered at the mess with satisfaction then began kicking at the heap
repeatedly, scattering it in all directions. Eric chuckled at the
results. It was like a bomb had gone off. Panties, bras and nighties were
everywhere, even the lamps were decorated.
"Now you get to do some cleaning," he mocked as if Julia was standing
there.
Picking up the luggage, he left the room and dropped the suitcase and
travel bag at the front door. All that remained was to leave. He had a
couple of hours before Julia would return from work.
A smile spread across his face as he walked into their freshly cleaned
kitchen. Eric grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator, opened it and began
chugging it down. Gulp after gulp he relished the cold brew passing down
his throat. In moments, it was gone.
"Screw her," he said contemptuously.
It was the same beer Julia had found days earlier at the front door, beer
he'd been afraid to even touch until now. Eric grinned then belched as
crudely as he could, celebrating his freedom from Julia.
Grabbing the rest of the six-pack, he walked to the sliding glass door
for the patio and flung it open, slamming it to the back of the track. He
stepped out onto the patio with a smile, plucking another beer out to
enjoy.
John was below, sprawled out on his patio, looking up at him, likely
drawn to the noise from the sliding glass door moments before.
Unsteadily, he rose a large can of beer towards Eric, gesturing a toast,
one beer drinker to another. Eric grinned and returned the gesture then
slugged back some of the golden nectar. It didn't take long before he'd
drained the bottle, fully enjoying the fresh air and sunshine.
Grabbing another bottle from the carton, he eased into the deck chair to
relax and took another couple long slugs of brew. A pleasing buzz started
to mellow his mood. It was a near perfect day to start his new life, he
reasoned. He took a deep breath and eased it out slowly. He resolved to
enjoy their apartment while he still could, maybe have a last meal,
finish the beers, whatever else came to mind. No need to rush, maybe
leave in a hour or so, plenty of time before 'her majesty' returned home.
He took another large slug and smiled. He only wished he could see her
face when she found the bedroom trashed.
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