Dr. Gruen scheduled us for an appointment with Dr. Rekvyk two days later. That night, I wanted to talk, but Maxine said she was too tired, and said that we would talk about it the next day. She fell asleep.
The next day, I pressed Maxine for us to have a discussion about the therapy session and group meeting. All day, she kept changing the subject, until I finally led her over to the sofa, sat her down and furrowed my brow.
"We have to talk." I said.
"What about?" Maxine answered.
"What about? The therapy session last night and that group meeting. You and Dr. Gruen treated me as if I were your slave. Just like those five pathetic characters in the group."
Maxine crossed her arms and just glared at me. "Watch what you say about Dr. Gruen. She's helped us a lot, and she's going to continue to. And about the session and the group, Dr. Gruen asked me not to discuss it with you."
In an effort to ignore me, she picked up a magazine and started reading it, which infuriated me. I began yelling. "You humiliated me in that session. Those people were literal slaves, allowing themselves to be deformed and physically damaged."
"We have the appointment with Dr. Rekvyk tomorrow for our examinations. That's all I'm allowed to discuss with you now." She smiled at me slightly.
"Well I don't think I'll go."
Maxine's expression suddenly turned to one of hurt. "You want our marriage to work, don't you?" She pouted.
I finally looked away, but I could feel her hurt eyes glaring a hole right through my head. What was this control she had over me. "Don't you see how I feel. I have no control over my life anymore. You've changed everything."
"It was you who wanted me to change. You also agreed to the cock cage and all of the restrictions it implied. Dr. Gruen is simply channeling this concept into a lifestyle we can each live with."
"But I already feel like a slave. Like Martin, who had one of his balls cut off. Or Stan, who's been disfigured. And you want me to go to that Dr. Rekvyk?"
Her voice softened as she took my hand. "Do you think I'd let anything like that happen to you? All this exam is for us to see that your impotence is not something physical."
Her new job was yet another issue I had no say about. While our day-to-day lives were still unchanged, I felt that the turn our sex-lives had taken would soon affect everything. It was going to become harder and harder to define the line between them.
I had to agree not to disagree with Maxine until our next session with Dr. Gruen. But for now, I was just concerned with Dr. Rekvyk. When Saturday morning came, we got in the car and drove into an exclusive area of the suburbs, to a very large Victorian house. There were no signs that it was a Doctor's office.
We approached the front door, and rang the bell. In a moment a gaunt young man dressed in what looked to be pajamas answered the door, looked down and asked us sheepishly how he could help us. Maxine did the talking, and when we told him we had an appointment with Dr. Rekvyk, he led us into the house, through a winding room, and into an elegant waiting area. There were cakes and coffee, wine, tea and soft drinks, and the room was empty.
In a moment, a short, slender, but solidly built young nurse quickly stepped into the room with a folder under her arm. "Mrs. Vale. I'm Nurse Colari." She did not even glance at me the entire time she was in the room. "The Doctor will be with you in a moment, but in the meantime, only you are permitted to wait in the Master Waiting Area. Dr. Rekvyk is very strict on this segregation, as the environment here only inflames and needlessly frustrates some patients. I'll lead him to where he belongs."
I looked at Maxine, who just shrugged. "It'll be okay honey."
Nurse Colari then just looked away while Maxine told me to go with her. The nurse then took off into a different part of the room, and out a door, leading me away. We walked around to a nearby room, of which she opened the door to let me in. "You'll wait here until the Doctor sends for you."
The room was very depressing, and indeed a change from the room where Maxine was waiting. It was tiny, grey, dirty and windowless with a tiny child's chair in the center of the room. A bare bulb hung from the ceiling. Around the chair were stacked up plastic bags of garbage, and old boxes with junk in them. There was the smell of institutional disinfectant all around, and I realized that there was no ventilation at all. It was July, and the stench was becoming nauseating.
I sat there for what seemed to be forever, and soon I discovered that the door locked from the inside, and that I couldn't get out. I tried the door handle a few times.
Finally, after an eternity, I heard two pairs of heels clicking in the hallway, and the door being opened.
"Mr. Vale," one of them said. "Dr. Gruen gave us specific instructions on your examination. Please remove all of your clothing." The nurses then stepped back and waited. When I was done, they moved toward me and, before I could react, one had thrown a loose hood over my head while the other pinioned my arms back, cuffing my elbows in soft restraints. "Everything will be alright, Mr. Vale."
One on the nurses then put a rope lead around my neck and began gently but firmly pulling me quickly with her through the maze of hallways. I began to stumble, but she kept pulling, causing me to scramble to my feet. After a long walk, I was led into a room which was quite cool from powerful air-conditioning. The nurse who led me here leaned close to me and said firmly, "Don't make a sound or move at all."
All I could hear was two female voices from a good distance away. When I shifted my bare feet, and coughed, I heard an echo and reverberation, and realized that the room must be immense. I then recognized one of the voices as Maxine. She and the other woman were laughing, and then I heard them approach.
I could make out Maxine's steps, but the other was different. It was the slow, yet authorative click of very high heels. Then the woman attached to those shoes approached very close and said "So, this is him?" Dr. Rekvyk's voice was very young, but authoritative.
Maxine answered. "This is him, Regina. Franklyn, this is Dr. Rekvyk. Say hello."
I was shaking. "Hello, Dr. Rekvyk."
There was silence as I heard her move near to me. I could sense that she was slightly taller than I, and even through the hood, I could smell the sensual scent she was wearing.
"Your wife and Dr. Gruen have been telling me all about you Franklyn, and your attempts at sexual activity with your wife. She is being left sexually unsatisfied, and together we're going to try and solve this, right?"
I nodded my head, and Dr. Rekvyk began walking around me. She startled me as she fingered my balls and cock, through the cock cage. They both helped me up onto a soft table, which was probably an examination table, and positioned me on my knees.
