Cindy - Debbie's Purity Cut
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[F]Debbie's Purity Cut Submission Date: 2004-07-12 By: Cindy [Clitorectomy] [Female Circumsicion] [Straight]
Debbie has been a cheating wife. When she's caught, her husband gives her some choices. She chooses the knife.
When Debbie walked into her doctor's office she was surprised to find her husband and another man already sitting there. It seemed a bit strange to have them in a gynocologist's office. Usually, the only man was her doctor.
"Let me introduce you to Mr. Kent," her husband said as she came in. "He's a private investigator I hired to follow you. Sit down. We have some pictures we want to show you."
After Debbie sat down, the detective handed her a pile of photographs. As she flipped through them, her heart started beating fast. They were pictures of her with Dave and Judy, her lovers. Some of her were with Dave engaged in kinky sex. Others were she and Judy engaged in hot lesbian sex.
"A judge and jury in divorce court will love those pictures, won't they," her husband said. "When I married you, I took you from the secretarial pool and put you in a big house with servants. We have two lovely children. Why would you do this to me?"
"It was a mistake," Debbie pleaded. "I love you. There is nothing between Dave and Judy and me but sex. I enjoy it."
Her husband looked her in the eye for a long time. For Debbie, it seemed forever. "I'm going to give you some choices. You are a cheating bitch with the morals of an alley cat. I should throw you out and be done with you. If I divorce you, I will get all of the property and the kids. You will get nothing and you'll end up on the street." Debbie pleaded, "But I love you and the children and our life. Please give me another chance. Nothing like this has ever happened before."
The detective got a nasty grin on his face as he reached for his briefcase. He handed Debbie two thick envelopes. She looked inside. Each contained pictures of her with earlier lovers. "I've had you followed for years. I thought catting around was just a phase you would pass through," her husband said. "I've given you several chances. You've blown them. Now, it's choices time."
Debbie was shocked when her husband gave her the choices: divorce, disgrace, loss of her children, poverty on one hand and what he called "the purity cut" on the other. "It's just a little minor surgery. Your doctor is ready to do it now if you agree. It will take away any desire to screw around," he said. "Well, make up your mind. You can keep your clitoris or you can keep the life you have. I need a decision right now. If you don't keep your appointment with your doctor now, I have an appointment with a lawyer this afternoon. You'll be on the street by nightfall."
Debbie started crying. It didn't do any good. She didn't want to lose her husband and children. But, she loved sex too. Finally, she decided: "I'll do it because I love you," she told her husband. He opened the door and her gynocologist walked in.
"Come with me, Debbie. We're ready for you in room 7," her doctor said.
Debbie followed her doctor to the treatment room. She walked in and sat down on the edge of the examining table. "Let me explain what the operation entails," he doctor told her. "Then you can sign the consent form."
He explained that the operation was called a clitoridectomy and that it was practiced in many parts of the world. In some societies, they just cut off the tip of the clitoris. There is still plenty of tissue for pleasure. In other societies, the entire external clitoris is removed. Many women can orgasm during intercourse, although it usually takes longer and is not as intense as it was before the surgery.
"Unfortunately for you, the operation I will perform is much more extensive. The clitoris is a very large nerve center that extends into the vagina. The 'G spot' is the internal part of the clitoris. I am going to remove the entire organ," her doctor said. "After the surgery, you will never orgasm again. You will feel nothing if you masturbate. You will no longer enjoy sex."
He promised that there would be only a small scar and the wound would be closed with about four or five stitches. In a couple of months, it would heel leaving only a small scar -- and an empty space in her labia. "Will the operation hurt?" Debbie asked. "Of course not," her doctor said. "We will use a local and you won't feel a thing."
He handed Debbie a clipboard and she signed the consent form. It was time for the surgery to start.
"O.K.," her doctor said. Her husband then walked into the room. "Take off your clothes, all of them, then lay on the table," her doctor said. "Your husband wanted to watch the surgery so that he knows that I take everything."
Debbie was humiliated by the look on her husband's face as she took off her blouse, her bra, her skirt. She took off her pantyhose and panties. She was naked.
After she lay down on the table, her husband smiled and said, "Why don't you masturbate for me so you can savor your last orgasm. It's the last and I want you to remember it," he said.
Debbie was shocked by the suggestion but she wanted to cum one more time. She was ashamed to play with herself in front of her husband and doctor but she couldn't resist it. Her hand slipped between her legs and she began massaging her clitoris for the last time. After a while, she closed her eyes and was consumed with one of the best orgasms she had ever had.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," her doctor said. "Now, let's get this over with. Put your feet in the stirrups."
The doctor opened the door and called for his nurse. She came in with a tray of of instruments wrapped in a green cloth and a mirror. "The mirror is so you can see everything that's happening," her husband said.
The nurse soaked a towel in warm water and used it to soften Debbie's pubic hair. Next, she took a disposable razor and shaved Debbie. The warm towel felt good and Debbie had shaved before, so it was nothing unusual. But she couldn't take her eyes off the mirror. She watched every move as the nurse washed and cleaned her.
When she was shaved and prepped, the nurse handed the doctor a syringe full of a clear liquid. Debbie was scared. She watched as he injected her on her mound in several places. While it took effect, her husband tightened straps holding her legs in the stirrups and her arms to the table. "It's for your own protection, so you don't move and have the knife slip," he said.
In a few minutes, she was numb. At first she was terrified of what was about to happen to her but after a short time, she became resigned to her fate. The thought crossed her mind that she was going to be numb there forever.
The doctor put on rubber gloves and a mask, then picked up the scalpel on the instrument tray. Debbie watched as he made a cut about three inches long. She closed her eyes. The doctor was right. She felt no pain, only some pulling. After a while, she opened her eyes and looked in the mirror. The doctor was taking the entire clitoral mass in one piece out of her. He dropped it into a small jar filled with liquid. "I wanted to keep it for a souvenir," her husband said.
Debbie watched as the doctor closed the incision with a four stitches. Then he was done. The straps holding her to the table were taken off.
"Lie there and relax for a while," her doctor said as he put on a dressing. "I'll give you some pills to stop any post-operative pain and in about an hour, your husband will take you home. I'll see you in two weeks to check on your progress."
Debbie put on her bra, blouse and skirt but not her panties or pantyhose. That would hurt. For the next couple of days she was in bed and it hurt to walk for a few days after that but the pills worked. She had only a little discomfort.
Two weeks later, she went back to her doctor. He took out the stitches and, as he had promised, there was only a small scar and the dreaded empty place between her legs.
The operation was a success. Shortly after the stitches were removed, her husband took her to bed and they had sex. Unlike the past, when she had sex with her husband she felt no pleasure. There was no pain, just nothing but the pleasure of giving pleasure. She still longed for sexual fulfillment but she knew it was in the past.
Three years have passed. Things are much better between Debbie and her husband. They went through marriage counseling and are even considering having another child. She is still tempted to stray but she never does. "Why should I," she says. "I won't get anything out of it."
The only things that remind Debbie of her earlier mistakes are her husband's demand that she keep her pussy shaved and the too-regular trips to the marriage counselor. It's not for them. The marriage counselor uses her as an example to other wives who have strayed. At first, it was embarassing when she pulled up her skirt to show her scar but she's almost used to it now.
But she never gets used to what the marriage counselor says to the other erring wives: "You can either be a good and faithful wife on your own or we have a way to help you."