ORGASM DENIAL

Denial Ch. 06
by Conquered ©

The next morning, Maxine awoke me with breakfast in bed. Juice, coffee, and toast. I was still dressed as a woman, and she said that when I finish breakfast, I should get out of the clothing. She sat next to me with her head on my shoulder. "I hope you're not too angry with me for last night."

But I was. I was furious. She had terrorized me so completely, I don't remember ever being so scared. While I feared telling her, I had to.

"You scared me very much last night, Maxine. And I don't know what to do about it. If I complain about anything, I just get punished more. And then you ask me if you hope I'm not too angry. Of course I'm angry, but I'm also scared of you." I looked away, and I felt her staring at me as I ate.

She finally spoke in a very soothing voice. "Dr. Gruen explained that you probably would be very resentful. But she said that while it works for you to turn your anger INWARD, it doesn't work for me to, and that the balance we need is for me to be more expressive with my anger and feel that I have some control over what happens to me. If you want to have a good sex life, I have to feel unthreatened. Look, honey, I'm still learning about it myself. But we agreed to put ourselves in Dr. Gruen's capable hands, right?"

"But even when we were doing s&m, I'd never been as abused as much as this week. I feel like a wet dish rag."

"Sweetheart, we're seeing Dr. Gruen tomorrow night again. Why don't we discuss this all with her. And I start work this Sunday, so I'll feel better about myself."

She took a piece of my toast, and fed it to me, then reached over and used a napkin to smooth out some of the makeup I still had on my face. She then looked at me and let out a short laugh. "You look so ridiculous all tarted up like that." I felt about three inches tall.

There was mercifully no sensitivity exercise that night, and we just watched a video tape on tv, lay down, and went to sleep. "I love you very much," Maxine said just before we fell asleep, but then she did something strange. As she was settling in, she wrapped her long, thin fingers around my cock cage, and cradled it in her hand. This strange hand immediatly brought my cock to erection, and hurt me. But she didn't let go, and we fell asleep like that.

The next night, we both arrived at Dr. Gruen's office at 7:00 p.m. for our session. We went in, and instead of chatting for a while, Dr. Gruen told us that she wanted to give us a full hour, and couldn't go longer because her group session was starting at 8:00 sharp. "It consists mostly of couples like you," Dr. Gruen said. "I'd like you to stay and sit in for tonight. Perhaps you'd like to join."

We sat right down, and both Dr. Gruen and Maxine lit up cigarettes.

"So, Franklyn.," Dr. Gruen said through a cloud of her cigarette smoke. "We are tonight mostly concerned with your reactions to the exercises. Let's start with the first one. Why do you think I had you beg Maxine to sleep in your room again?" Dr. Gruen stared at me waiting for an answer.

I just looked at her, and then to Maxine, who was puzzled that I wasn't answering.

After a moment. "The answer is obvious, Franklyn. Because she had to feel you really wanted to. As I mentioned, we have to make Maxine feel secure if you want a good sexual relationship, right? And how better will she know how much you care for her than if you beg to do something as disgusting as suck on her dirty big toe while you do so. It was just a symbolic way of showing your love and devotion. From what Maxine told me, you performed very well."

Performed. Like a trained dog! She took a drag on the cigarette, and let it swirl out her mouth and nostrils. "The Question exercise had a different purpose." She turned to Maxine. "Why don't you play the tape?" Maxine brought the tiny tape recorder out of her pocketbook, set it on the desk, and flipped it on. Maxine was playing the tape she had made of her Question Session with me, which I didn't realize she would do. But this would at least show how she had coersed me into some of the answers.

After each important question, Dr. Gruen stopped the tape, and discussed. "Franklyn, you are a mass of contradictions. First, you say that you love and trust Maxine here, and then you say that she hurt you by making love to other men. Why are you so confused. How can you trust someone, and accuse them of that. Besides, Maxine explained that she was in a situation where she had no choice." Dr. Gruen stared at me. "In fact, you should be thankful that she had enough insight to gracefully get out of the situation without your help."

We listened some more to my being forced to reply that Maxine was a good lover, and that while I resented the cock cage, it was kept on me because I wanted to develop a more harmonious sexual relationship with Maxine. "And you even admit that it is your own fault that you can't respond when the cage comes off." Dr. Gruen shook her head.

When it came to my being forced to respond that I developed the obsession myself for the smell of her anus, Dr. Gruen stopped the recorder. "Franklyn," she stared at me. "Our therapy will not work if you continue to lie. How can we help the marriage if you are not honest." Dr. Gruen was so blatantly taking Maxine's side, that I couldn't win. She was ignoring the screams for mercy on the tape that meant that Maxine was torturing me to get the responses she wanted. We kept listening, and Dr. Gruen stopped the tape again. "But, I applaud you for your response about Maxine going to work in the health club Richie owns. You also exercised trust in the question about Maxine making love to another man if her best judgement called for it. That's an important point, especially considering where Maxine will be working." I looked at Maxine, whose face had no expression.

"It also shows progress that you will from now on graciously accept her gifts. Frankly, I found it incredible to believe that any real man would object to his wife learning how to perform oral sex like a professional, and then sharing this pleasure with her husband. I'm surprised at you." I couldn't believe it. Maxine was looking at me with a hurt expression.

Maxine then popped in the tape from the next night. After listening to it, she said. "A lot of questions about your wife with other men also popped up the next night when you asked the questions. So much suspicion, Franklyn." Dr. Gruen laughed lightly, and so did Maxine. "Franklyn, this is really your only chance to save your marriage, if you love Maxine."

"I do, but she was very cruel to me this week." I pleaded.

"Any crueler than you were in spurning her sexually when she unlocked your cage?"

I had no argument.

"But Dr. Gruen, Maxine was using nipple clamps to torture a lot of those answers out of me."

"The nipple clamps were part of the exercise, Franklyn. Maxine was told to use them any way she saw fit. And afterall, you weren't saying anything you didn't really feel deep down now, did you?"

Dr. Gruen looked at her clock, and saw that it was almost 8:00. She asked for Maxine's help in her kitchen to prepare coffee for her group. As they were leaving, Dr. Gruen said. "I'm a little disappointed in your progress. We'll discuss your empathy exercises next time.

She asked me to set up seven chairs in the middle of the living room in a circle for the group, and to answer the door if anyone rang. In the next 10 minutes, five couples showed up. Everyone of them was a respectable looking couple, covering many ethnic groups and socio-economic classes. I noticed that there were going to be 12 people plus Dr. Gruen, but only seven chairs. I looked around for other chairs, but found none. The group stood and mingled for a few minutes before Dr. Gruen returned from the kitchen with Maxine.

"Be seated everyone." Dr. Gruen said, and casually clapped. It was then that things got a little bizarre.

As if by rehearsal, two men and three womem sat down in the chairs, and their mates, the other two women and three men, sat right at their feet, on the floor. When Dr. Gruen saw me looking, she motioned for Maxine to sit, and for me to sit at her feet. "Not enough chairs, Franklyn, you don't mind?" It was not a question. I looked around, and the looks I received were of two kinds. The people in the chairs looked slightly amused, and the people on the floor looked at me longingly, with sympathy.

"As you see, group, we have a new couple in tonight. Maxine Vale and her husband Franklyn. Why don't we go around the room, introduce yourselves and give a capsule of your relationship."

The couple to her left were in their 40's, very trim, well- dressed and wealthy looking. The woman in the chair had a wonderful tan and richly colored platinum hair. Her jewelry, makeup and skin revealed expensive care and pampering. She was stroking her husband's hair as she spoke in a very high- toned English accent. "My name is Meredith Montclair, and this is my husband Martin. We live in a large estate north of here. I have never worked at a job, and have always had servents do our work for us. I never considered myself independent, so it took a lot of courage to face the fact that it was up to me to keep our marriage from crumbling.

"We first came to Dr. Gruen at the suggestion of a friend because my husband had had affairs, I was angry about them, and insisted on finding a way to save our marriage. First we had to do something to stop Martin from cheating on me, so the doctor first recommended what's called a cock cage. Martin agreed to wear it to keep him from cheating.

I turned to look up at Maxine, who looked as surprised as I was.

Meredith continued. "It was impossible for him to cheat in this device, but it wasn't good enough, because a few weeks later, he just cut the leather strap, threw it away, and began cheating again. When I discovered this, and confronted him, he said that he couldn't help it. It was an impulse."

"That's when Dr. Gruen recommended Dr. Rekvyk, and a certain operation she performs to assure that males remain faithful." Meredith touched Martin lightly on the shoulder. "Take your pants down and show them, Martin."

Martin undid his pants and let them fall. When he revealed his genitals, I was shocked. One of his balls had been surgically removed, and the scrotum sac was sewn up to get rid of the loose skin. Meredith spoke: "Now there is a follow-up operation, in which the other testical is removed, but Martin promises me that it won't be necessary for him to have it. Dr. Gruen has allowed us to put it all in perspective, without ruining our marriage." Martin reached up and took Meredith's hand, and they squeezed each other. "He doesn't cheat anymore."

With the next couple, Vinny was sitting in the chair, and Vicki was on the floor, nodding off with her head in his lap. He was in his early 20s, with Vicki possibly being as young as 19. They were an average looking blue collar couple, dressed in jeans and t-shirts.

Everyone greeted them, and Meredith spoke to them briefly. "Vinny, do you still get resistance from Vicki to coming to these meetings?" Meridith asked.

"Tonight I did. She begged not to go. She says that she looks ugly now and is humiliated. I gave her a strong sedititive, and brought her."

"Good Vinny. And you too, Vicki. You mustn't miss any sessions." Dr. Gruen advised her. Vicki kept her head in Vinny's lap and nodded.

With her straight dark hair cascading down Vinny's leg, she remained was silent, and just sat on the floor with her head in Vinny's lap. He just sat cross armed, and spoke. "When I met Vicki last year, she had just graduated high school, but as she came from a broken home, she kept jumping around from guy to guy. A real pin cushion, until I figured out about what she needed. She needed someone to take firm control over her life. We've since gotten married three months ago, and for her wedding gift well, why don't you show the group again, what I got you."

Vicki then looked up for the first time, and I saw her tortured eyes. She looked spaced out, but it was probably only the sedative. My wondering over her "gift" stopped when Vinny reached down and with one hand grabbed Vickie's nose, and with the other, yanked Vicki's mouth open to show a toothless gaping hole. "Ironically, the dentist recommended by Dr. Gruen who pulled out all of Vicki's teeth to replace them with the false ones said that her teeth were among the strongest and most beautiful she'd ever seen. She probably would have had them till she was seventy."

"What has been the result, Vinny?"

"Vicki can now give me oral sex with no annoying scratching to my cock, and I make her hold my balls in her mouth for long periods of time."

I looked across at Vicki, who stared at me, dazed.

"But most of all, being toothless is being powerless. I can get her all dressed up and beautiful, and then just remove the dentures, and she looks ridiculous. She now has the firm control she needs, knows that I hold supreme power over her. She has no say so in anything, from what she eats to what she wears, to when she goes to the bathroom. She is much more fulfilled than before."

"Do you agree, Vicki?" said Dr. Gruen. Vicki slowly looked up at the Doctor and smiled slightly, a little cross-eyed, and groggy. She just nodded her head shakily.

The next couple was in their mid 20s. There was a great disparity in looks, with the woman, Shoshana, an Israeli, being strong looking with dark features: dark eyes and brows, dark hair, and a dark, evil expression accented by a classic Jewish nose. She was a strong woman, not pretty, but one who evidently was a fine physical specimen. She had the arrogant look of power, the total opposite of Maxine. She sat in the chair, with Steven, her husband, literally down at her feet. He was pasty faced, lumpy bodied, with scarred, pocked skin, a broken nose, jutting lopsided jaw and was generally weak- looking, with short balding hair, and bland styling all around.

In a husky, relaxed voice, using perfect, but heavily accented English, Shoshana folded her olive legs and began her tale. "I am Shoshana, and this is my Steven. We have been here the longest of anyone in the group, three years. Our problem started when we were engaged, and a 'friend' seduced my Steven behind my back. I became very jealous, and wanted to get even with him for this weakness. This was before I met Dr. Gruen, so to get even, and make him a little less attractive to other women, I hired three men to beat him up and break his nose. This ended his career as a male photographers model, but not his appeal to other women."

A model? I glanced up at Maxine, who looked surprised as well.

"Anyway, it happened again, with a different friend, and this time, I came into therapy with Dr. Gruen and Steven. I explained that I love Steven very much, but that before we got married, I would have to be sure that he wouldn't fall prey to other women. That is when Dr. Gruen recommended Regina -- Dr. Rekvyk -- who has been undertaking the transformation ever since."

I just gaped at this lump of a male sitting at this Amazon's feet. He had been turned from a model toa freak by a medical doctor.

Dr. Gruen spoke, "Steven, why don't you tell us how your transformation is coming."

Steven began speaking with a monotone voice. "At my beloved wife Shoshana's suggestion, Dr. Rekvyk has scarred my face with various acids and scalpels so that it will never heal to the smoothness that it once had. My jaw has been surgically broken in three places and purposely reset improperly. Through various chemicals, I have lost my hair, probably permanently. I am not allowed to get any sun or exercise, and my diet consists of litle vitamins or nutritional value. This is to avoid my growing muscles."

Dr. Gruen blew out a puff of smoke. "And what has Shoshana's treatment shown you?"

"That she loves me and does not ever want to lose me to anyone else."

Shoshana interrupted. "I know that he will never be the same physically, and I am not even done yet. By the time I get through with him -- Dr. Rekvyk is planning some nerve and muscle damage -- no other woman will ever take him away from me, because no other woman would ever want him."

Dr. Gruen, "Thank you Shoshana for sharing your story."

The fourth couple was composed of a young man seated in the chair and an older woman at his feet. They were bikers, man big and powerful, with a mane of blond hair and a muscular build. He was Trump, and looked to be about 25. She was Tart, as tiny as he was big, with a full head of curly red hair, a perfect tiny body, but probably around 37 or so. They were in jeans and leathers, and were the most outwardly s&m in the group, with Tart sporting various tattoos on her breast and back, and one special one on her wrist, like a bracelet, which formed the word "Slave."

Dr. Gruen nodded to Trump. "Ah, the caveman of the group. Trump, why don't you recount to the group how Tart became your slave. I use that word because that is literally what Tart is. You bought her, didn't you?"

Trump pulled Tart's hair down, and held it beneath his feet. "I actually won her, Dr. She was the wife of a medical doctor who got interested in bikes, and began riding with us, and getting us dope and all. He was really a wimp, and once or twice, Tart would give a cookout in their big backyard for all of us bikers, but she would just sit back and almost sneer at her husband's low-life friends. Mostly she stuck with her country club set, playing tennis and golf."

"One day, we wanted to see what Doc had in his pants, and asked him if he wanted to race. The usual challenge called for racing for ownership of bikes. In this case, since he had a great amount of money, and we agreed that it wasn't a fair wager, we raced for our women. If he won, he'd get my bitch, if I won, I'd own his wife. He must have thought it was a joke or that I wasn't serious because after he lost, and we wanted to collect, he refused to turn over his bitch to us. "But she's my wife, and a mother." We just laughed.

"We then strung him up to a big tree, and told him we'd cruxify him and leave him there if he didn't place a call for his wife to come down to the tracks right away, and to bring their little girl. He refused, so we pounded a spike right through his left hand, cut the ropes and let him just hang there. When he saw that we would just slowly kill him, and then take his wife and daughter anyway, he gave in. We said that we wanted him to bring them to us.

The first thing his wife says is 'What do you mean, Trump owns me now? Nobody owns me.' At this point, Doc showed her his wound. 'Well, she said, we'll go to the police.' But Doc knew that he'd wind up in jail, so he told her they were going to the police station, and instead drove her to us. When she and the little girl got there, we made him lay out the story.

"She was now my personal property, so I renamed her Tart. I owned her. The doctor husband could go home. Their little girl would be taken care of somewhere else until we were sure that no one would call the cops. We assured them that she would be very safe, and all, but that until we were done with Tart, we couldn't afford him telling the cops. In addition, if he did kick up a fuss, we would tell the cops about the dope he was giving us, and ruin his career. The doctor cried as he left, and we had a good laugh as we passed Tart around for a few weeks until she finally landed back with me.

"I decided that I needed a real slave. So I started making Tart into my slave. There's nothing she won't do for me."

Dr. Gruen smiled.

"Anything to say about that Tart?" Dr. Gruen leaned forward. Tart just shook her head, and looked down again. For some reason, some of the tops in the group chuckled.

Dr. Gruen turned to me and Maxine. "Tart would constantly complain to Trump about the treatment he gave her. Now she doesn't have much to say, and that is how Trump, her master, likes it. Trump had her vocal chords cut last year by Dr. Rekvyk and Tart will never speak a word again."


I began to see that this was really an asylum. I leaned back on Maxine's legs, and could feel her sexual excitement.

Trump spoke up again. "Tart now has her daughter back with her -- our daughter really -- because the doctor still thinks she's missing. One thing we like to do is send him video tapes with footage of how I have turned Tart on to gang-fucks, and all. She has been fucked more than 100 different men from different clubs, and has had about three dozen women. We use her as currency to other clubs in exchange for dope or a specially nice bike. "No limits," we say about her. "she's a slave, and she'll do anything with anyone." I want to get her started into sucking and fucking animals now, and sell the videos. There's a lot of money in that. I'm training her to be my full toilet when I want her to."

Dr. Gruen spoke to Tart, "Would you leave now if you could."

Tart shook her head in reply, and bent to kiss his boots.

Maxine took hold of my shoulder as I sat there.

The next couple consisted of a very professional looking woman sitting in the chair. Yvette was very handsome, and efficient looking, long and thin. Dressed in a very expensive woman's business suit. At least 50 years old, despite the icy cold downcurl at the corners of her mouth, she still was very appealing with nice features and reddish brown hair. At her feet sat Yale, her husband who was at least half her age. He looked like the model Steven should have been. Blond, strapping, tanned and attractive, Yale was probably about 23 years old.

Dr. Gruen introduced them and told Yvette to tell her story.

"Very much like Shoshana, I realized when I met Yale two years ago that a catch like this will slip through my fingertips and that he will fall prey to another woman's control. After all, I'm 55, and he's 21, and in 15 years, I'll be almost 70, and he'll be only 36. I want him to be with me for the rest of my life.

"I have my own company, and a lot of money. I told Yale that I loved him and that I wanted him to be my husband, but, just like Shoshana, I really wouldn't be able to accept that he could just run off, cheat on me or that someone would steal him. I had to do something, so I came to Dr. Gruen."

"And what happened," said the Dr.

"I told him that I wouldn't live forever, and that when I did go, he would inherit it all: my company, my property and my fortune. As he had no prospects, he listened. I told him that I valued loyalty, and that he would have to be totally obedient to me at all times. Before we got married, I had him drugged, and brought in a pair of gay men to set up a blackmail photo with them. If he ever disobeyed me, I would have good evidence for a divorce, in which case, he'd get nothing. He would also never have to work another day of his life if we remained married.

"After we got married, with Dr. Gruen's advice, I began to solidify my hold on him in a way not unlike what Shoshana has done, only I love how Yale looks, and don't find it a threat. However, I only like sex very rarely, and wanted to take away Yale's temptation to fulfill his desires elsewhere." She then turned to Yale. "Get up and take off your clothing to show what we've done to you."

Yale quickly stood up and zipped down the jump suit he was wearing. When he was nude, the effects were unreal.

First the piercings. From his nipples hung two thick rings the size of silver dollars. They were the same color as the thick metal collar around his neck. Moving further down, through his navel was another silver-dollar-sized ring. This was all matched by two same-sized rings, one through his foreskin, the other through his balls.

Yvette reached up and put her finger through the one in Yale's bellybutton. "He especially hates this one. All of them are made of a special alloy which my company makes and requires industrial equipment to cut through, and is especially heat conducive. This means that he would have to be placed on a special industrial sized cutting saw to get the rings off, and if high heat was used on them, the high heat would transfer right to his body, probably killing him. In short, these rings are on him for good, and they are especially effective, as the one in his penis makes it impossible for him to enter someone, because it has a serrated, razor sharp edge. Anyone who fucks or sucks him will get torn up for the efforts. There's one more ring, which I'll get to later.

"Now the other marks: Yale, honey, turn around please." Yale turned around, and on his ass and thighs were branded the letters "Y" and "V" Yvette explained. "As an anniversary of every year we are together, I will brand a new letter from my name on his ass, and then the word 'slave' one letter at a time. Then I will start on the other cheek of his ass."

Dr. Gruen interrupted. "Yvette, show them the other ring now."

Yvette nodded to Yale who got down on his hands and knees, raised his ass in the air, and we saw it. He had a silver dollar sized ring through this perineum, coming out of his anus.

Yale said very softly, "Please don't hurt me Yvette."

She touched Yale reassuringly. "I won't. I promise."

As she said this, Yvette gestured to Shoshana, and pointed at the ring. Shoshana tip-toe over to the kneeling Yale, hooked her index finger through the anal ring and at Yvette's signal, yanked. Yale screamed. There was silence in the room, until Yvette signaled for Yale to get back into line.

Dr. Gruen turned to us.

"Very effective. Now it is time to hear from our new people. Maxine will speak for the couple. Maxine."

Maxine leaned forward and put her hand on my shoulder. "My name is Maxine, I'm a kindergarten teacher, and this is Franklyn. We are here because my husband is becoming impotent. The only stimulation he is reacting to now is the smell from my ass."

I couldn't believe she was humiliating me this way. But none of the other people in the room seemed even slightly surprised. Maxine continued. "He is jealous of any attention I receive from other men, but as he can't perform except when exposed to that smell, if I did have lovers, which I don't, he really shouldn't have anything to say about it..."

I interrupted her "Maxine, it's not fair . . ."

"SILENCE," yelled the normally reserved and even tempered Dr. Gruen. "Everyone will get his turn to speak. Your wife is talking now."

"As I was saying, we came here to Dr. Gruen to get help in trying to make my husband an adequate lover. He himself had realized that he had a problem, so he suggested that he be locked in the cock cage, and thus allowed me control over his erections. This worked, but my husband got unreasonably jealous, so we came to Dr. Gruen, who gave us some Sensitivity Exercises to help discover that Franklyn does indeed have a problem."

Maxine and Dr. Gruen then reviewed what had become "my" case for the group. I was beyond mortification, as they talked about me like a misbehaving house pet. When they were done with the review, Dr. Gruen threw open the floor to further suggestions. I got a rush of fear running through me as the masters spoke.

Meredith told Maxine "If he has trouble getting hard for sex, why not have Dr. Rekvyk put in a permanent penis implant which would make him erect at all times. While this would stop him from ever having an ejaculation, at least he would be doing his husbandly duty."

Dr. Gruen piped up. "You might consider it, Maxine. At the very least a visit to Dr. Rekvyk might be in order."

As if she were receiving recipe suggestions, Maxine nodded and took it all in.

Shoshana leaned forward in the seat. "This cock cage business is nonsense. His cock must be allowed freedom to breathe." I felt I had an allie until she added. "For the best conditioning, your husband should be brutally tortured when he doesn't respond to you sexually. He will come to associate non-response with pain. Keep this up until you get a positive response. What could work better?"

Yvette then raised her hand. "You know how I feel about sex, so to keep him faithful, I would just have his cock and balls removed totally, and tie him up to tubes." She shrugged and the whole group chuckled.

Meredith then came upon another idea. "I want Martin focused only on me. When I'm in a room, I want his full attention, so I've devised the cigarette test. If he is in the vicinity, he must light each of my cigarettes, no matter what the circumstance. For this reason, it becomes a race. I take out the cigarette and slowly bring it to my lips, I then reach for my lighter. If I beat him to the light, he's severely punished. If we're at a party, and someone else beats him to the light, he's severely punished. You wouldn't believe how fast he is with the light. I also do this with drinks. He is the one who must refill my drinks. If a busboy beats him to it, he has hell to pay."

Dr. Gruen interrupted. "Any of the men have any ideas?"

Trump piped up. "I would just trade him around some real heavy Tops until he get the idea that he would continue to be a punk unless he did respond."

Vinny added. "Why not just pick out some studs who can satisfy you, and make him watch and learn."

Just then, Dr. Gruen clapped her hands. "That's all for this week. Same time next week, thank you."

The group broke up, and Dr. Gruen asked us to stay behind. "Perhaps your impotence is physical. I will make you an appointment with Dr. Rekvyk. She would examine you and we'd know for sure."

I was petrified, but had no choice as Maxine nodded her head in agreement.

To Be Continued...

I began to see that this was really an asylum. I leaned back on Maxine's legs, and could feel her sexual excitement.

Trump spoke up again. "Tart now has her daughter back with her -- our daughter really -- because the doctor still thinks she's missing. One thing we like to do is send him video tapes with footage of how I have turned Tart on to gang-fucks, and all. She has been fucked more than 100 different men from different clubs, and has had about three dozen women. We use her as currency to other clubs in exchange for dope or a specially nice bike. "No limits," we say about her. "she's a slave, and she'll do anything with anyone." I want to get her started into sucking and fucking animals now, and sell the videos. There's a lot of money in that. I'm training her to be my full toilet when I want her to."

Dr. Gruen spoke to Tart, "Would you leave now if you could."

Tart shook her head in reply, and bent to kiss his boots.

Maxine took hold of my shoulder as I sat there.

The next couple consisted of a very professional looking woman sitting in the chair. Yvette was very handsome, and efficient looking, long and thin. Dressed in a very expensive woman's business suit. At least 50 years old, despite the icy cold downcurl at the corners of her mouth, she still was very appealing with nice features and reddish brown hair. At her feet sat Yale, her husband who was at least half her age. He looked like the model Steven should have been. Blond, strapping, tanned and attractive, Yale was probably about 23 years old.

Dr. Gruen introduced them and told Yvette to tell her story.

"Very much like Shoshana, I realized when I met Yale two years ago that a catch like this will slip through my fingertips and that he will fall prey to another woman's control. After all, I'm 55, and he's 21, and in 15 years, I'll be almost 70, and he'll be only 36. I want him to be with me for the rest of my life.

"I have my own company, and a lot of money. I told Yale that I loved him and that I wanted him to be my husband, but, just like Shoshana, I really wouldn't be able to accept that he could just run off, cheat on me or that someone would steal him. I had to do something, so I came to Dr. Gruen."

"And what happened," said the Dr.

"I told him that I wouldn't live forever, and that when I did go, he would inherit it all: my company, my property and my fortune. As he had no prospects, he listened. I told him that I valued loyalty, and that he would have to be totally obedient to me at all times. Before we got married, I had him drugged, and brought in a pair of gay men to set up a blackmail photo with them. If he ever disobeyed me, I would have good evidence for a divorce, in which case, he'd get nothing. He would also never have to work another day of his life if we remained married.

"After we got married, with Dr. Gruen's advice, I began to solidify my hold on him in a way not unlike what Shoshana has done, only I love how Yale looks, and don't find it a threat. However, I only like sex very rarely, and wanted to take away Yale's temptation to fulfill his desires elsewhere." She then turned to Yale. "Get up and take off your clothing to show what we've done to you."

Yale quickly stood up and zipped down the jump suit he was wearing. When he was nude, the effects were unreal.

First the piercings. From his nipples hung two thick rings the size of silver dollars. They were the same color as the thick metal collar around his neck. Moving further down, through his navel was another silver-dollar-sized ring. This was all matched by two same-sized rings, one through his foreskin, the other through his balls.

Yvette reached up and put her finger through the one in Yale's bellybutton. "He especially hates this one. All of them are made of a special alloy which my company makes and requires industrial equipment to cut through, and is especially heat conducive. This means that he would have to be placed on a special industrial sized cutting saw to get the rings off, and if high heat was used on them, the high heat would transfer right to his body, probably killing him. In short, these rings are on him for good, and they are especially effective, as the one in his penis makes it impossible for him to enter someone, because it has a serrated, razor sharp edge. Anyone who fucks or sucks him will get torn up for the efforts. There's one more ring, which I'll get to later.

"Now the other marks: Yale, honey, turn around please." Yale turned around, and on his ass and thighs were branded the letters "Y" and "V" Yvette explained. "As an anniversary of every year we are together, I will brand a new letter from my name on his ass, and then the word 'slave' one letter at a time. Then I will start on the other cheek of his ass."

Dr. Gruen interrupted. "Yvette, show them the other ring now."

Yvette nodded to Yale who got down on his hands and knees, raised his ass in the air, and we saw it. He had a silver dollar sized ring through this perineum, coming out of his anus.

Yale said very softly, "Please don't hurt me Yvette."

She touched Yale reassuringly. "I won't. I promise."

As she said this, Yvette gestured to Shoshana, and pointed at the ring. Shoshana tip-toe over to the kneeling Yale, hooked her index finger through the anal ring and at Yvette's signal, yanked. Yale screamed. There was silence in the room, until Yvette signaled for Yale to get back into line.

Dr. Gruen turned to us.

"Very effective. Now it is time to hear from our new people. Maxine will speak for the couple. Maxine."

Maxine leaned forward and put her hand on my shoulder. "My name is Maxine, I'm a kindergarten teacher, and this is Franklyn. We are here because my husband is becoming impotent. The only stimulation he is reacting to now is the smell from my ass."

I couldn't believe she was humiliating me this way. But none of the other people in the room seemed even slightly surprised. Maxine continued. "He is jealous of any attention I receive from other men, but as he can't perform except when exposed to that smell, if I did have lovers, which I don't, he really shouldn't have anything to say about it..."

I interrupted her "Maxine, it's not fair . . ."

"SILENCE," yelled the normally reserved and even tempered Dr. Gruen. "Everyone will get his turn to speak. Your wife is talking now."

"As I was saying, we came here to Dr. Gruen to get help in trying to make my husband an adequate lover. He himself had realized that he had a problem, so he suggested that he be locked in the cock cage, and thus allowed me control over his erections. This worked, but my husband got unreasonably jealous, so we came to Dr. Gruen, who gave us some Sensitivity Exercises to help discover that Franklyn does indeed have a problem."

Maxine and Dr. Gruen then reviewed what had become "my" case for the group. I was beyond mortification, as they talked about me like a misbehaving house pet. When they were done with the review, Dr. Gruen threw open the floor to further suggestions. I got a rush of fear running through me as the masters spoke.

Meredith told Maxine "If he has trouble getting hard for sex, why not have Dr. Rekvyk put in a permanent penis implant which would make him erect at all times. While this would stop him from ever having an ejaculation, at least he would be doing his husbandly duty."

Dr. Gruen piped up. "You might consider it, Maxine. At the very least a visit to Dr. Rekvyk might be in order."

As if she were receiving recipe suggestions, Maxine nodded and took it all in.

Shoshana leaned forward in the seat. "This cock cage business is nonsense. His cock must be allowed freedom to breathe." I felt I had an allie until she added. "For the best conditioning, your husband should be brutally tortured when he doesn't respond to you sexually. He will come to associate non-response with pain. Keep this up until you get a positive response. What could work better?"

Yvette then raised her hand. "You know how I feel about sex, so to keep him faithful, I would just have his cock and balls removed totally, and tie him up to tubes." She shrugged and the whole group chuckled.

Meredith then came upon another idea. "I want Martin focused only on me. When I'm in a room, I want his full attention, so I've devised the cigarette test. If he is in the vicinity, he must light each of my cigarettes, no matter what the circumstance. For this reason, it becomes a race. I take out the cigarette and slowly bring it to my lips, I then reach for my lighter. If I beat him to the light, he's severely punished. If we're at a party, and someone else beats him to the light, he's severely punished. You wouldn't believe how fast he is with the light. I also do this with drinks. He is the one who must refill my drinks. If a busboy beats him to it, he has hell to pay."

Dr. Gruen interrupted. "Any of the men have any ideas?"

Trump piped up. "I would just trade him around some real heavy Tops until he get the idea that he would continue to be a punk unless he did respond."

Vinny added. "Why not just pick out some studs who can satisfy you, and make him watch and learn."

Just then, Dr. Gruen clapped her hands. "That's all for this week. Same time next week, thank you."

The group broke up, and Dr. Gruen asked us to stay behind. "Perhaps your impotence is physical. I will make you an appointment with Dr. Rekvyk. She would examine you and we'd know for sure."

I was petrified, but had no choice as Maxine nodded her head in agreement.

To Be Continued...