Anonymous - Slave Girl's Modifications
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[F]Slave Girl's Modifications Submission Date: 2010-06-06 By: Anonymous [Clitorectomy] [Gay] [General Warning]
A slave girl is caught pleasuring herself, and her mistress joins in. The result will change her life forever, but in a good or bad way only her mistress will decide.
I lolled my head back on my pillow as I roughly fucked my pussy with a small bottle of lotion. I felt raw, ripped open, and the feeling turned me on. The bottle was oval shaped, 2 ½ inches at its widest part, but my tight hole was filled to capacity. I removed the bottle for a second and squirted some of the hot lotion onto my labia for lubrication, then resumed my rough fucking. I absently stroked my clitoris while I enjoyed the exhausted spasms of my stretched vagina. I was so absorbed in these sensations that I didn’t hear the creak as my Mistress opened the door.
“Go on, you horny little slut,” She growled. I was nervous, and tried to cover my body with the sheets. This angered her, and she came closer. She reached under the slit in her dress and stroked the slit between her legs. Shakily, I threw back the sheets and let her watch as I thrust the bottle in and out. She eyed the pool of blood seeping from my abused pussy. “So you like it rough, girl,” She remarked, not asking a question.
She sat on the bed between my legs, and took the end of the bottle. Abruptly She jerked it out of me with a wet sounding plop, and shoved it back into me so hard and so deep my cervix ached. The walls of my sex spasmed, and I moaned. She knew just how I liked it. She took my clit between two long nailed fingers and pinched it mercilessly as She slammed the bottle into me as deep as it would go and then some. I could feel bruises forming on the inside.
After about a half hour of being fucked by an odd shaped object, the pain and blood was too much. I felt only pain, and no pleasure. Mistress had no intention of stopping. I could have used the safeword, but I wanted to challenge myself to take whatever She threw at me. So I laid back and tried to quit feeling. After awhile She must have tired, because I woke up 8 hours later, bloody and sore.
For days after my clit was too tender to touch, and I couldn’t stand to feel even a finger in my pussy. The way my panties brushed my clit when I walked was agonizing. This continued for weeks with no improvement. Finally, I was forced to go to the doctor.
What she said was shocking. My sex was so over stimulated, it would never go back to normal. With the right medication, there was a 2% chance of ever being able to orgasm again. I decided it wasn’t worth it. I talked to my mistress, and She decided to modify my lady parts. She would do it herself, no anesthetic. First She would take off my inner labia, and clit hood, cutting my clitoris away from the hood but still attached to my body. That was part 1. She would give me a month to recover, then She would spread my pussy open to a ridiculous size to carve out cervix and “sand down” my vaginal walls to make more sensitive tissue re-form. That was part 2. Then, after a few months, She would stitch my outer labia together at the bottom, below my pussy, and in the middle, between my pussy and urethra, and at the top, above the remainder of my loose hanging clit. The idea was I could still be fucked, but it would require painful stretching. I could still touch my clit, but I would have to reach under my stitched closed labia. This was part 3, and the last torture She had come up with so far.
Part one began.
I laid back on a steel table Mistress had gotten for my surgeries. I had taken two vicodins and a shot of hard liquor to dull the pain. I flinched at the sight of the serrated knife She'd chosen to saw off my labia. She had a much sharper, down to business knife to cut my clit hood off of my clit. Only my actual clitoris (the little red top and then the “stem”) would remain. It would hang about 1.5 cm long, like a mini-micro penis. I laid back and let her tie me down with wide straps around my waist, chest, arms, forehead, thighs and ankles. She put an oversized ball gag in my mouth and a VERY oversized dildo in my pussy, supposedly to keep me from clenching. I felt her pull back my left inner labia, felt the cool metal teeth of the serrated knife, and felt the back and forth sawing motion as She cut my pussy lip off. It went agonizingly slow, 15 minutes to get through the first side, 20 for the second because She wanted me to savor the pain. Then came the time to cut around my clit. She took the more precise knife and stuck it in next to my clit, cutting in a tight jagged circle. The pain was blinding. I felt the cells being separated, each fiber a separate agony. She held up a mirror. My clit was a bloody mess. She then removed the hood from my body. My dangling clit looked like a bloody worm. I blacked out.
The recovery was slow, but 3 weeks later mistress sucked on my dangling clit and it felt soooooo amazing. This is how blow jobs must feel, I thought. No wonder guys like them. Whatever the doc had said about never orgasming again was total crap. Though She didn’t consider the radical modifications my lover would dream up. All too soon it was time for the second surgery. My pussy was still too sore to be touched, and I hoped the procedure would help but I was skeptical.
Part 2 began.
I was tied down like before, but skipped the painkillers because all they did was make me sick afterwards. Mistress inserted a duck-bill device, and turned a knob to make it spread my pussy wider and wider… And wider. It truly felt like I was being ripped apart. I screamed and screamed into the gag. Mistress was able to fit two hands comfortably into my spread pussy. She had some kind of curved, bowl shaped knife to cut out my cervix, and a curved needle to stitch the gaping hole closed. I felt the knife bite into the sensitive tissue in the back of my pussy, and I could feel Mistress pushing the knife into me. It took about 5 minutes of Her grunting and tugging, and 5 minutes of me panting and screaming, but She finally took out the knife and dumped a donut shaped organ onto a tray. Then She took the needle and sewed me up. The hole left by the removal of the cervix was huge, and She had to tug and pull causing me an enormous amount of pain to stitch the ends of the wound together. Then She took a small, rough tool and scraped away at my vaginal walls. It felt like being rubbed down with sandpaper.
The recovery took a month, but the results were amazing. It was my cervix that caused all the pain during penetration, so without it fingering, fisting etc. was fine. The sand down made my pussy much more sensitive, so even a single finger inside me made me howl with pleasure. The third part of the procedure was for my Mistress. It wouldn’t heighten my sexual pleasure, but control it. Three months later, it was time.
Part 3 began.
I was tied and gagged. Mistress laid out a sharp precise knife, needle and thread. She made a cut on each of my outer labia at the very bottom, then joined the two cuts together with the needle and thread. She made the cuts so the skin would grow together. She then did the same in the middle and at the top. The healing and pain was minimal. Afterwards, and penetration caused a stretching feeling, but I enjoyed it. Mistress couldn’t suck my dangling clit anymore, because it was imprisoned under my sewn together labia. However, keeping clean was very pleasurable. I turned our flexible, adjustable shower head on “jet” and blast it in the very top of my labia, where it was stitched together. The water assaulted my clit then trickled past my pussy, spraying out from between my labia. I was an incredibly erotic feeling, and it was necessary, so mistress couldn’t stop me. Haha.
In the end I am ever grateful to mistress for these surgeries. I love the results, though the procedures themselves were excruciating.