My clitoridectomy - by Carol 

2007

My owner decided to accept the offer that I had just made, we had been making preparations but had not decided if Shelly or I would go first. My clitoris was therefore first to be forfeited. To be cut from my body and enshrined forever in a block of plastic in the display case at the main entryway of our home. I trembled with a little bit of fear and a whole lot of anticipation. I was brave, I never cried as my owner and my lovers carefully washed me in the shower beforehand. I was stoic while my cunt was being cut, my sensitivity literally being destroyed. I had butterflies in my stomach. It was the first actual “real-live” clitoridectomy that I had ever witnessed, and I was the most willing volunteer. I think that I had always known this day would come. That I had been playing with borrowed orgasms.

We were all of us nude as my owner gathered my lovers around me and two of them took some rope and very carefully strung me up in an upside down position to have my widely spread cunt operated upon. it was happening in the “holy” place they usually caned and strapped my cunt ‘till it bled. I wanted that “treatment” as a first course on thia day as well. But they decided against it. One for safety, not wanting a potential infection, and two, choosing not to "deaden" my senses in any way. I was to feel everything. The new laser scalpels cauterize as they cut, so there was almost no blood. Of course the whole point of the surgery is to suffer unimaginable pain and a monumental loss as a "gift offering" so even the slightest anesthesia would be counter-productive. My owner is a retired Army Officer, a surgical nurse. Besides being cut herself, she had studied and felt qualified to perform "a complete job." My lovers kissed my ability to orgasm goodbye, then they each pushed a dull safety pin through the flesh of my hood. We had made those points dull with a small file. A”contraption” of string, wire, and rubber bands was rigged to provide (a bit too much) tension on my doomed hood, and my surgeon very slowly and deliberately cut an inverse "U" over the top of where my it HAD joined my body, separating it from my body. She then put it in a little plastic specimen jar.

I bravely bit down on the dense sponge they had provided and Doc used a huge amount of force to push the dullest needle of all horizontally through my exposed clitoral glans. A lover wrapped a little cotton cord around it and then tied that string high, providing a painful amount of traction on my doomed clitoris. It had been decided that intense pain was to be the last sensation that organ would offer me. Doc took the laser scalpel and very slowly cut another inverse "U" across the top of my sex just inside the first cut. As my lovers watched the little puffs of smoke waft up, some of them were touching their own sex parts massaging them in a mixture of excitement and lust. As the skin across the top was cut away, my clitoris doubled in length. Then as my skilled surgeon severed the organ’s suspensory ligament below, it tripled in length. I whimpered, but did not cry out, as Doc deftly cut to the left and right from below. She severed and cauterized the nerve fibers and blood vessels that once held my two crura, the little "legs" of my now "former" clitoris, to my pubic arch. Pressure was released as Doc cut the final attachment points and the two sponges, the corpus, came free with the rest of the glans and shaft. I was now like Cleopatra “sans clitoris.”

"Now," said Doc as she pushed the needle from my disembodied clitoral head and dropped the piece of dead flesh in the specimen jar, "comes the really fun part. Well, two really fun parts. Carol here is going to suck Randy and Harry off. Shelly, who will lose her own clitoris later, can massage their penises through Carol’s throat as she does so. Give each of the guys an orgasm she will never again feel for herself. She has just lost most, but not all of her genital nerve endings." We had read about how women involuntarilly subjected to FGM could "work-around" their loss by focusing on surviving structures. We had decided that option would be denied to me. I sucked thier cocks and licked Shelly’s pussy before the "show" continued.

"Carol's vestibular bulbs," Doc said, "which fill with blood, create her vaginal lubricant and constrict her vaginal opening. If they remained they would enable her to at some decreased level to enjoy penetration. This is a completely unacceptable situation. Clueless male gynecologists call these glands the 'G-spot' and say they are responsible for 'vaginal orgasms' but it's really just a part of Carol's clitoris, not another organ. "It is merely stimulated through the vaginal wall. Well, since we locked her cunt up, her anal wall. It was... Note my use of the past tense here. Until today it was possible for Carol to enjoy penetration. No more, from now on it is merely her duty to submissively accept it without complaint daily. Fear not my dear, I shall proceed with our mission and render you truly orgasm-free from this day forward." I have always known that I am a pretty sick puppy. I had orgasmed from losing my clitoris. I was both as happy as a (pearless) clam that it was mine and wishing so very much that it wasn't.

Through the pain I listened to Doc explain in great detail exactly what I was experiencing between my obscenely outstretched legs "I cut here," she said, "below her urinary meatus, down to her perineum and fourchette. Two incisions are made, one on each side of and right along her little labia. Then we slip out the Bartholin's and those pesky little vestibular glands like this." She had given me a new piece of sponge to bite down on. I was in much greater pain having my glands slowly dug out than I had been in with my complete clitoral excision. My bulbs went into a separate little specimen jar than my clitoris had.

"Now," said my surgeon, "I’ll pull the mucosa down and suture the three flaps together. Carol won't be up to playing again for a while I fear. You three will have to help her along with a little bit of daily anal training. This surgery cuts through muscle so it degrades tone a bit. But over time you can work her up to taking your fists in both her cunt and asshole. It will be good for her. "And be sure to use plenty of sterile petroleum jelly when you do. She won't make much lube anymore without those bulbs..."

I came a second time hearing those words, but I do that - I orgasm from pain. My only wish is that it would grow back - so we could do it all over again. (Yeah, I'm a sick clitless puppy.)