I had been thinking about cutting my clit off since I was about sixteen and realized it was bigger than any of my friends’ clits.
He was about two inches soft and close to a full four inches when I was aroused, which was a lot more of the time than was comfortable for me. I enjoyed him, of course, but it was a lot of work to pull back the skin in the shower every morning and explaining him to guys…forget about it. Bisexual guys were obsessed with jerking him or trying to get me to put him in their ass. Straight men were afraid to touch me below the waist. Charming.
So in college, I started doing research, looking for ways to possibly get a reduction. Then, after reading about cutters, who would take the whole thing without doctor’s exams or paperwork, I began having vivid fantasies about having all of him removed, preferably in a violent way. I don’t know why it excited me so much, but from that point on, when I jerked him, I couldn’t think about anything else.
The first guy I found who was interested in taking my clit just wanted to fuck me and talk dirty. The second guy didn’t show up at the hotel where we planned to meet. But the third guy, he was more serious.
“I’ll do what you’re asking, but only my terms. I’m going to do terrible things to you that you’ll remember for the rest of your life. You will experience as much pain as humanly possible. I will be in control the entire time. I only make two promises: you will leave alive and you will no longer have a clit.”
Attached to the message was a waiver and directions to a home on the far side of the city.
I thought about it. Then I looked at my clit in the bathroom mirror. He was erect and pulsing with anticipation. He wanted and needed to come off.
I arrived at the house in the evening two days later with the waiver, signed, and a freshly shaved cunt, as instructed.
The man who answered the door was slender and only slightly taller than me. He studied my face for a moment before allowing me inside.
“You’re my third this week,” he said softly, taking the waiver from my hand and locking the door behind us.
“But just my second clit,” he added. “I also take cocks and balls.”
“What’s your favorite?”
“Depends on my mood. Right now, I’d definitely like to take a clit.”
“Good.”
“This is your last chance to leave intact,” he said, reaching for a pair of handcuffs that hung on a coat hook in the hallway.
I shook my head and held out my wrists to him. His eyes glimmered with amusement as he gestured for me to turn around. I felt my heart rate rise as he looped the handcuff chain around my neck. He secured my wrists to my neck.
“In case you can’t stand the pain. You’ll be able to choke yourself. It’s your choice.”
He pulled me back against him and rubbed a hard on against the crack of my ass through our clothes. He felt huge and powerful.
“Walk forward,” he instructed.
I walked into what was probably once a living room, but had been changed into a work space that resembled a massage parlor or medical exam room. He stopped me once I was near the center of the space.
“I hope you can take a gag?”
“Of course.” I had never taken a gag before.
He went to a nearby table and sorted through a few different style gags, including one shaped like a penis. He left that one on the table and returned with a ball gag that had a slot cut into it.
“Open.”
He pushed the gag into my mouth and strapped it tightly into place. The gag held my mouth open, but not uncomfortably so.
“I’m going to piss in your mouth when I need to,” he said nonchalantly, fingering the opening.
I moaned in disgust at the thought. I had never let a man use me that way before, but I knew this was what I signed up for. If I wanted to lose my monster clit, I had to put up with this too.
“Time to undress,” he said, beginning to take his clothes off.
I stood there watching him as he revealed a wiry frame and a cock that was close to ten inches and thicker than my forearm. He was cut and masturbated a few inches away from me, never taking his eyes from mine. His knuckles brushed my crotch. I was damp and starting to get hard too.
“Do you have a foreskin over that big clit?”
I nodded.
“You won’t in a few minutes. I’m going to circumcise you.”
I moaned with longing at the thought. His knuckles rubbed harder and harder against my growing erection.
“But first, let’s get these clothes off.”
His hand moved away suddenly, leaving me hungry for more.
He returned with paramedic scissors and began cutting off my shirt, then my bra. He held the cool implement to my nipple.
“I’ll decide later if you still need these.”
He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans before reaching his hand inside. I moaned as he ran his thumb over my clit through my panties. He was as full and hard as he had ever been in my life.
“Are you excited?” he asked slipping a finger into my panties and swirling a finger around the opening of my sopping cunt.
I nodded, waiting for his finger to enter me. Instead he pulled his hand away and began methodically cutting my jeans off.
He left my panties on for a moment, jerking his cock again, and eyeing the bulge of my erection.
Then he began cutting down the front of my panties, the cold scissors skimming the edge of my clit. I felt him pulse at the unexpected contact.
“Time to numb that clit up a bit,” he said as my panties fell to the floor.
He guided me to a metal frame near the far wall and attached my ankles to a spreader bar, uncomfortably wide, but not unbearable. Then he secured the chain of the handcuffs behind me, effectively thrusting my hips open and forward, putting my throbbing clit on obscene display.
He moved out of sight for a moment, returning with a metal cart. I expected surgical implements, but instead I saw a collection of flogs, riding crops, a couple belts, and a wide variety of cock rings. He lifted a tiny band from the collection and looked at my clit.
“This is to keep you hard. It won’t come off until your clit does.”
He rolled the tiny black band onto my clit. I quaked with pleasure from it.
“Did you have a final orgasm last night?” he asked, stroking me.
I nodded.
“Good. If you can cum from pain, you may have more, but that is to be seen…”
He lifted a riding crop from the cart and tested it first against his hand. Then without warning, he struck my nipples in quick succession. I screamed into the gag in pain and surprise. He chuckled and snapped the crop against my thighs. Then my stomach. He lifted my clit, bouncing it on the crop.
“You’ll thank me for this later.”
Then he lit into my hard clit with the crop, striking it over and over again from different angles. I twisted and writhed to try and protect myself, but it was no use.
“Good girl.”
I wrenched my eyes open in time to see him choose a belt from the cart. My clit was stinging with pain, but also it throbbed with an unexpected pleasure. I looked down to see it purpling from the ring and the vicious beating.
He lightly jerked me as I watched.
“That was good practice. This time it will go better for you if you don’t struggle and give me as much of your clitty as you can. Don’t hold back.”
I trembled and adjusted my posture to do what he asked. To my surprise, he rewarded me by leaning down and sucking me into his mouth. I moaned as he sucked hard enough to make the muscles in my cunt jerk, like my body wanted to ejaculate in his mouth. He stopped sucking before I could cum.
“Bravery is rewarded, but next time I suck you, I plan to bite your tiny head off.”
My cunt pulsed in anticipation, imagining feeling his teeth coming together and severing the end of my clit, blood spurting from it like cum.
I moaned.
“Good girl. Now, we finish numbing you up.”
He brought the belt down on my clit over and over again. I cried out into the gag, but tried not to pull back. It was painful, but I could feel myself getting closer to orgasm too. Then between strokes, he started roughly jerking my clit in his fist.
I came screaming and shuddering as the orgasm blasted through my clit and cunt juice spattered between my legs. My knees quivered as he grasped my clit in one hand, only the tip sticking out and continued to belabor it with the belt. Pain-fueled orgasms followed one after another until I was spent and my clit was numb.
I looked down to see if it was still there, hoping he had taken it somehow during the rapid succession of orgasms. No such luck. Though purple and swollen, my clit remained. I sagged forward a little.
“My turn.”
Suddenly, my hips were thrust open again and his massive cock thrust upward into my cunt. I felt it slam into my cervix. His teeth clamped down on the right side of my neck as he slammed his cock home again and again. My distended clit rubbed between our bodies as he fucked me. I worried that he might fuck me to death as I hung there, but then I felt the hot flood of his cum inside me.
He rammed my cervix twice more before pulling out.
“I think you’re ready for surgery now.”
He unchained me from the frame as his cum dripped out of my aching cunt and guided me ungently to a hospital style exam table with stirrups and restraints. I mounted the table without question or resistance. He secured me to the table and locked my legs into the stirrups.
“I need to piss.”
Suddenly, the head of his cock was at the opening of the ball gag.
“Sink or swallow.”
I found myself struggling to drink down his hot piss as he emptied his bladder into my mouth. I could hardly keep up with the flow, but then he stopped abruptly.
“I also need to do a pre-surgical wash.”
Seconds later, the head of his cock was pressed against my still dripping cunt. I could feel him finish his piss inside my hole. He jammed his semi-hard cock inside a couple times for good measure. I felt disgusted, but at the same time, turned on by the way he was using my body.
“Time for your ritual circumcision now.”
He moved a nearby mirror on a stand into place, positioning it so that I could see my clit without struggling to raise my head. I relaxed a little as he began loosening my hood, pushing it back and pulling it forward in a rhythmic motion. I began to squirm for release again.
I moaned into the gag as I heard the clatter of instruments on a nearby tray. A pair of sharp, pointed scissors came into view in the mirror. He pushed my skin all the way back and captured the glans of my clit between the blades, pinching ever so slightly.
I came hard as he rubbed the tip of my clit where it protruded between the blades.
“Cut me. Cut me,” I begged through the gag.
“In good time,” he replied, letting go. “First, we have to unwrap your little gift.”
He inserted the narrow blade underneath my foreskin and I felt a sharp pain as the scissors closed. Once. Twice. Three times. Then I felt them come free. He ran a finger along my newly exposed shaft. I shuddered from the sensitivity. The pain was manageable as he wiped away the blood and began cutting the skin free, placing little pieces on my abdomen for me to see.
My clit looked strangely naked. I could see the red and purple length of it, held erect by the black band at its base.
As I watched, I realized he was cutting away more tissue than just my hood. He was trimming away pieces of my inner lips as well. I could feel the pinch of the scissors opening and closing. I wondered how much he would take and realized I didn’t care. I wanted things tidy down there.
“I’m going to pound you again,” he announced after he had cut away a small mound of tissue. “Then I’m going to stop the bleeding. I think you’ll enjoy that…”
Then he shoved his hard cock into me again. I bellowed in pain and thrashed as he slammed into me with what feel like his entire body weight. My sensitive clit danced between us, sending ripples of both pleasure and pain through my body.
Instead of finishing inside me, he pulled out and came onto the pile of flesh on my stomach, mixing his jizz with pieces of my hood and labia.
“I’m going to render you sexless,” he panted.
I watched him go to his tray of instruments and pick up a culinary torch. My heart skipped a beat as it produced blue flame. I realized he was going to cauterize the place where my lips had been.
The pain of a burn is much more intense than being cut or struck with a belt. I screamed and shook as he slowly used the torch on my sensitive areas, coming very close to my throbbing clit with the jet of flame. At one point, he held the flame to the opening of my pussy, burning it inside and out.
I continued screaming and began pulling the chain around my neck taut, needing to escape the pain.
“If you pass out, I’ll take parts of you that you might miss more than this worthless cunt.”
He stopped when the chain went slack. I felt him finger my badly burned hole.
“Time for a suck and a trim.”
Suddenly, his mouth closed around my clit, sucking me hard. I remembered what he had said earlier and steeled myself to lose the tip to his teeth. Instead of biting down immediately, he gave me the roughest suck of my life, forcing an orgasm from my over-sensitive clit. It was a mercy when the sucking stopped.
Then I felt his teeth. I relaxed and surrendered myself to him.
He bit down on my clit, just behind the glans, and shook his head back forth, like a terrier with a toy. The tugging made my clit spasm. I moaned and felt a rush of fluid. I had ejaculated. He shook his head again, more roughly, and caressed my glans with his tongue. More fluid spattered out of me. Then the tugging abruptly stopped.
I gasped. He had done it. He had severed the head of my clit with his teeth. I laughed as a dull burning pain replaced the heady sense of pleasure.
Looking into the mirror, my clit was unrecognizable.
“Looking for this?” he asked, taking a small lump of pink flesh out of his mouth and placing it between my breasts, tip toward me.
It was disturbing, and yet the sight filled me with elation and sweet relief.
“I’ve never had a woman squirt for me before. I’ll owe you something special for that.”
He returned to my bleeding clit and lightly began sucking the blood from it, like water from a straw. The sensation was pleasurable enough, but nothing like before he bit off my clit’s head. I squirmed as he nibbled the ragged bite.
“Do you know how deep inside your cunt this actually goes?” he asked, pulling away for a moment. His lips and chin were coated in my blood and cum.
I shook my head.
“You have inches of nerve left, beyond what you can see here,” he said, jerking my clit with two fingers. “But let’s deal with this first.”
I quivered with anticipation as he took another instrument from the tray. It was a pair of pliers. He clamped them down along the length of my clit. I moaned as he pinched tight and locked them in place, squeezing a little bit of me out either side. Next, he picked up a straight razor from among his tools.
“Try to hold still,” he advised.
He carefully drew the razor along the pliers, shaving off the tissue that stuck out beyond the edge. He placed the shavings of my clit on my chest with my glans for me to look at. Then he turned the pliers and squeezed them tight again. This time, the top of my shaft protruded. He skinned it as well, laying a thicker piece next to the others.
I was panting from anticipation and pain, wondering what else he planned to do to the bloody length of flesh that had been my clit.
“Nice,” he commented, lifting the pliers to examine his work. “You’ll love this next part.”
He picked up the culinary torch again. I moaned, knowing it would hurt more than I could easily tolerate.
Blue flame from the torch began caressing my clit around the pliers, licking my denuded nerve endings and searing my flesh. I screamed into the gag and shook with pain, but inside, I knew this was what I wanted.
He turned the pliers slowly as he worked. Then, with a snap that I felt all the way inside of me, my clit twisted free of my body. A spasm shook me. Then I fell back limply against the examination table. He cauterized me and switched off the torch.
I felt exhausted, but only mildly in pain. Looking in the mirror, aside from the burn and reddened skin, at last, my genitals looked normal. I sighed softly in relief.
“This is without a doubt the largest clit I’ve ever removed,” he told me, taking it from the pliers and holding it in my field of vision.
It was bloody, red, and slightly scorched, but with its square-cut edges looked more like a ketchup-soaked French fry than my clit.
“You endured that well,” he said. “I can’t reward you for your bravery now, but I can offer you a choice. Where will your clit end its days? Your mouth, my mouth, or your cunt?”
I would like to have eaten it, but with the gag in place, I feared I’d choke on my own clitoris.
“Cunt,” I managed to say.
He grinned and said, “Perfect.”
I squirmed as he fed it into my sore hole, pushing it inside me with two fingers. I moaned as it touched my cervix.
“Now, I’m going to sew you closed so it stays in there a while.”
I moaned, not having expected this. I thought we were almost done, but apparently he had other plans.
I watched him thread a needle with clear thread. It was a pretty big needle. My cunt started leaking in anticipation. Even if I felt uncertain, my cunt wanted this to happen.
The needle entered my labia. He was going to sew me shut from the bottom up. The needle pinched going in, but it was the thread that really hurt, burning is it passed through my skin. I shook from the pain as the long strand passed through me.
“I’m going to give you small stitches. Tight ones. So you had better settle in.”
True to his word, the needle pierced my labia forty times before he paused just below the raw, bloody stump of my clit and set the needle and thread aside. Watching had been mesmerizing. He had closed me more perfectly than a tailor sewing a wedding dress. The thread was coated with my pussy juice. Under the stitches, I was sopping wet.
“You took that well. Now, to deal with the rest of your little clitty before finishing the sewing.”
He reached over to his table of instruments ad picked up what looked like a drill. He gripped the handle and squeezed a trigger. From the sound, I knew I was right.
“This has a diamond tip. It can drill a hole through glass, metal, flesh, you name it.”
I moaned in anticipation.
“I’m going to use it to remove one-hundred percent of your clit. Every millimeter of nerve down to the root.”
My sealed cunt began to ache. Moisture was leaking out around the stitches.
“Please…” I begged through the hole in the gag.
“Please what?”
“Please…do it…do it now.”
He smiled and stroked the tiny stub of my clit.
“All right. Since you asked so nicely.”
He placed the gleaning drill bit against the ragged nub and squeezed the trigger. The bit ground slowly against me. To my amazement, it wasn’t entirely painful. I felt sparks of erotic sensation that were among the most delicious stimulation I had ever experienced.
I came with a grunt and shudder. My pussy strained against the stitches as I ejaculated. Once. Twice. Three times.
He stopped the drill.
“Did you just cum?”
“Yes,” I managed, panting and looking at the bloody indentation the drill had already made. The stump was no more.
“You are a truly amazing specimen.”
My ejaculate welled up to where he had stopped sewing, spilling out of my sewn up pussy. It was like every future cum that I would never have being expelled from my body at once.
He coated his fingers with the cum and rubbed it on his cock before forcing it into my asshole. I bellowed in pain, despite the lubrication.
“Why waste it?”
Then, as he pumped my asshole, he picked up the drill again and placed the bit in the indentation where my clit had been.
What followed was a nightmare of sexual stimulation as the drill slowly consumed the erotic nerve that had fed a lifetime of orgasms. I keened from the pain and overstimulation, until at last it ended, going quiet, save for the pain of the drill. I slumped against the chair.
The drill stopped. The hole extended a couple inches into me and leaked blood. He put his index finger into the hole and moved it around.
“Do you feel anything?”
“No,” I confirmed for him.
“Good,” he said, reaching for the culinary torch.
I braced myself as best I could as he cauterized the wound, applying blue flame to the interior of the hole he had made. I screamed through the process, quieting only when he stopped burning me.
He put the torch aside and picked up the needle and thread again, continuing to thrust his cock rhythmically into my ass. He paused, balls deep inside me, as he began sewing again. The thread was slippery with cum and went through my skin without burning this time.
“Do you want your new hole open or closed?”
“Closed,” I told him.
“You’ll never be pussy fucked again. If you leave this one open, men will at least try to fuck it…”
“Closed,” I insisted.
“Very well,” he chuckled.
He stitched my labia fully closed and then pulled the skin up to expose the hole he had created. He used intricate stitches to seal it before carefully tying off the thread.
“I need to cum.”
He fucked my asshole with short, rapid strokes, running his fingers over my sewn labia as he pumped into me. The feeling of his touch was pleasurable, even through the rough ass fucking. As he came, he spanked my infibulated pussy, drawing long moans of pain and pleasure out of me.
He pulled his cock out of my ass and I could feel cum dripping out.
“Time for the finishing touches.”
I moaned, realizing that he was nearly done with me.
He picked up the tiny scissors that had taken my hood. At first, I thought it was to trim the thread, but then he moved the mirror aside and stepped between my legs. He placed his flaccid cock along my seam.
He took my right nipple between his fingers and stimulated it to maximum arousal. I rubbed my ruined pussy against his cock. He smiled and matched my motions, frotting against the line stitches.
“You are such perfection and never knew it.”
I whimpered as he caressed my nipple with the scissor blades. Then I cried out as he closed them, severing my nipple neatly at the base. He placed it on my chest next to my clit head.
He took my left nipple between his fingers and twisted it lightly. I could feel him getting hard again as he rubbed his cock against my seam. I was aroused and could do nothing about it. He inserted the point of the scissors into my nipple. I was so hungry with lust that the sensation felt pleasurable.
“Very good,” he murmured.
I realized that my stitches were sticky with pussy juice that had no other way to escape. He could feel my growing arousal.
“Cut…it…off,” I begged through the gag.
He smiled and pulled the scissors out. He stroked my nipple for long moments before grasping it between the scissor blades. I moaned as they slowly closed. Blood welled from the pierced tip, and then it came free.
He placed it with the other and put the scissors aside. He looked deep into my eyes as we continued rubbing against each other. I was slick with my own fluids.
“I’m going to cauterize you.”
He continued rubbing his cock against me for a few moments more. Then he reached over and picked up the culinary torch again.
My areoles were leaking blood from where the nipples had been severed. I tried to relax as he switched on the torch, but nothing compared with the pain of fire.
I screamed as he cauterized them, one after the other, burning the pink flesh as he did so.
He touched them gently after he finished. I only felt pain and pressure. The erotic sensation was gone.
He took a pair of tweezers from the tray and lifted one of my nipples from my chest. He put it in his mouth and swallowed. Then he took the other one, rolled it between his fingers, and swallowed it down too.
Next, he took my clit glans from my chest. Instead of swallowing it raw, he held it in the flame until it crisped. Then he blew on it lightly and put it in his mouth, chewing it with evident pleasure. I had just watched him cook and eat the tip of my clit. He set the tweezers aside.
“Yummy,” he commented with a chuckle.
He held the torch away for a moment, caressing my infibulated pussy, running his fingers over my sewn labia.
“Almost there…”
He moved the torch down my body to my labia. I screamed over and over again as he methodically burned them along the outside, staying clear of the seam.
Then the torch moved down to my asshole, burning the opening and just inside. I felt the flame dart into me as he moved the torch around my hole.
“There,” he said, switching it off and setting it aside.
As I writhed from the pain, he lightly spanked my pussy along the stitches. As the pain dissipated, I could feel myself getting wet inside again.
“I’m taking your ass one more time. Then I’m finished with you.”
I moaned as he penetrated my ass, no doubt still warm from the torch. He fucked my burned hole with deep thrusts.
“I’ve never had a woman who responded like you. Someday, you’ll make a good slave for someone. I hope he deserves you.”
He continued fucking me harder and harder until he came balls deep inside my aching asshole.
When he pulled out, his cock was coated with cum and traces of blood and shit. He wiped his penis on my infibulated cunt, mixing all of that with my leaking sexual fluids.
“I’ll wash you off,” he assured me.
I moaned as he pissed on my sewn pussy, using his urine to wash away the cum, shit, and pussy juice. My hips shook with longing as his warm piss stung my burned skin. The sensation was incredibly erotic.
He pinched himself off and stepped beside me, thrusting the head of his cock to the opening of the open-mouth gag. I eagerly drank his piss as he slowly urinated into my mouth. He stroked my forehead as I sucked down the last drops and lapped his hole with my tongue.
“Beautiful,” he said softly, letting me clean his cock with the tip of my tongue.
When I had finished, he began removing my bonds, starting with my legs and then the gag. Finally, he freed my wrists.
I felt exhausted and parts of me – my pussy and nipple-less breasts – hurt more than I had expected, although I had no regrets.
“I recommend going to a hospital. You’re going to need a catheter soon.”
I nodded.
“We’re never going to meet again, but you can send me pictures if you like.” He took a deep breath. “I don’t socialize with clients, but if I did, I would torture you and fuck your ass anytime I could.”
“Thanks,” I said softly, my voice raspy from screaming so many times. “I’d beg for it…anytime.”
He smiled and escorted me to the door. He gave me my car keys back.
“My clients always leave naked. I like to think of it as a rebirth. I also like as many people as possible to admire my work.”
I stepped out into the cool night air and relished its calming effect on my skin. Reaching down, I ran my fingers along my cunt seam. This was far from what I had expected, but I realized that it suited me. The seam was growing damp again.
Turning halfway to my car, I could see his silhouette in the doorway watching me. I stroked my pussy and then sucked the juice from my fingers.
“Thanks…for everything,” I called to him.
Then I carefully got into my car and began the drive into town toward the hospital.
