Stacy began sleeping over that night, and I was thrown out of the room and told to sleep in the basement. I would prepare all meals, plus clean up the bedroom from their nightly parties. I had to constantly wear my maid's outfit. I would come in after they left, and smell the sex and intermingled perfumes, touch the warm sheets, and feel such longing for Maxine that I would have to masturbate to do any work. Masturbation was my salvation, because if I had to put up with this sexual frustration and humiliation without any release, I would go insane.
That week, we had a session with Dr. Gruen, at which Maxine said I could voice any of my complaints.
We sat down with Dr. Gruen, who had greeted Maxine with a hug, ignored me until her first question. "Well Franklyn, how is slave life treating you?"
Maxine interrupted before I could answer, "Dr. Gruen, I now call him Insect, except when he's my maid, and then he's Francine." Maxine gave an arrogant half smile, and removed a cigarette from her silver case and waited for me to light it.
Dr. Gruen seemed amused. "Insect? Well Insect, how do you feel about that?"
I didn't know what to say. "I don't like it."
Both Dr. Gruen and Maxine looked at me, and the Dr. said, "Why?"
"Because I'm not a bug, I'm a person."
"But you're a slave. A slave, by definition, isn't a person. If you're not a person, what are you. Some other kind of animal?"
I began to tear in frustration as I felt Maxine's eyes burning a hole in my head. I would probably pay for this later.
"And you, Maxine, how are YOU enjoying life as a slave owner."
Maxine inhaled deeply on her cigarette and straightened her skirt. "Well, in many ways it's fulfilling, and in others it's a great responsibility. I mean having this full control over a living thing gets very stressful. All of the correction and concern for insect's welfare, and he doesn't even appreciate it. But I need emotional and sexual release, and insect here is useless." She shot me a look. "He's proven himself to be weak simply by allowing himself to become such a total slave."
Dr. Gruen shook her head "So how are you dealing with it."
Maxine smiled like a shy young girl. "I've found someone else. A lover."
Dr. Gruen also smiled. "What's he like."
"She. Her name is Stacy. She works at the Retreat, and we're going to be working together as dominatrices." Maxine looked dreamy. "She's lovely. So tender and sensual. I never knew what I was missing."
"So where is the relationship going?"
"We've decided that she'll move in with us this weekend."
I turned to Maxine in shock.
"That's right, insect. You're to have all of your junk out of the house by tomorrow morning. We'll let you keep some of it, of course, but you'll have to move permanently into the basement."
I frowned and found myself pouting. "No! I don't want to."
Dr. Gruen laughed. "But, isn't that where most insects live?" But Maxine was in no mood to keep the mood light. She stared at me with the look of rage she had cultivated. I had no idea what she had in mind, but I began to cry as I looked at her.
The session ended soon after that, and the Group session began.
I was the highlight, and sat in the center of the room. Everyone called me insect, and Maxine talked about my branding. Shoshana stared at me and said she wanted to see it. Maxine ordered me to drop my pants, and bend over. The whole group cheered when they saw it.
"How erotic. How did he react." Yvette asked.
Maxine responded proudly. "Well, your suggestion of branding him one letter at a time was great."
Yvette piped up. "He needs to be pierced though. Deep piercings in his chest, balls, and just like Yale, right through his asshole. Regina Rekvyk does marvelous work. And she uses no anesthetic at all. You'll cream from the screams." Everyone laughed at her joke.
Maxine nodded her head "All in time. I have plenty of time to do whatever I want to him. The rest of our lives." She then turned and looked at me for the first time. "Don't I, darling?" And she held my stare, letting me know that she had plenty in store for me.
I sat humiliated in the center of the circle.
Dr. Gruen piped up. "You know, there is a Slave Exchange which takes place seasonally in this city where many of the Masters in the city bring their slaves to be traded temporarily and often permanantly, or simply bought or sold. I tell you this because the next meeting is next month, and we're expecting the greatest turnout ever. Anyone here who wants to expose their slaves to other owners AND simply wants to add to their stable is welcome to join us. There is a small fee, but that shouldn't deter enthusistic masters because the fee can be paid in services from their slaves right there."
Everyone agreed that this was a great idea, and made plans to charter a bus and bring their slaves.
The next day, early in the morning, Maxine came down to the basement in her nightgown, and told me to gather my belongings together in the basement. "I should be very angry at you for your outburst last night at Dr. Gruen's. But I'm in a good mood today. I had a lovely orgasm with Stacy this morning, so I've decided to let you keep as much of your belongings as you can lift."
It took me until late that afternoon to get everything together in the basement, where I would be living from now on. There were books, clothing, family momentos, a bicycle, video tapes. My business materials were excluded. Before Maxine had to leave for work, she came down to the basement with Stacy. They were dressed to kill, and laughing about something. As Maxine's high heels clicked down the basement steps, I heard her say to Stacy, "Just watch. This is going to be good."
Maxine glanced around the basement, "Look at all this shit." She shook her head, and then kicked a box. "Well, I made you a promise that you could keep whatever you can lift, so let's get started. Get two chairs."
