darkboy - Brittany
Brittany by darkboy
Brittany slunk into the bathroom, her heart pounding and her pussy soaking wet. Jeff had been fantastic today, flirting with her in math class, and between breaks. She couldn't get his face out of her mind. As soon as she got off school, she rushed to the library (like she did most days) to research her favorite topic: female circumcision.
She had been masturbating for as long as she could remember, and she couldn't remember a time when she didn't want to destroy her clitoris, long before she even knew what it was called. She would grab little rocks, sharp rocks, and rub them against her pussy, hurting herself. It wasn't till later, around puberty, that she first heard of the idea of a woman being cut, of her clitoris, her pleasure, being taken from her. Since that day, she had been obsessed with it. It had always been a fantasy - until recently.
Once she turned 18, things had changed. It suddenly became serious. She would be graduating soon, going to college. Every day now she masturbated, fantasizing about meeting new friends at college, and telling them she had no clitoris. She fantasized about the boys she would meet, and the things she would do to them, to make them feel good without ever worrying about herself. She imagined all the stories she would tell to explain how it had happened, trying to make them as plausible as possible, and wishing they were true.
In the library, she knew every book that mentioned clitoridectomy. She went to the dictionary, looked up every sexy word she knew, finally ending with that one. She squeezed her legs together, her pussy pulsing, as she read it. She got down the encyclopedia. There was an incredible entry there, describing its historical use as a "cure for masturbation." She pulled out the medical encyclopedia and read it in a chair, her legs crossed and kicking one foot rapidly, her breath and pulse coming rapid and shallow. She felt incredibly close to orgasm, just one quick touch in the bathroom would send her over, but she couldn't quite cross the line out here, and it was driving her nuts. For some reason, in the hours she spent in the library, she never once went to the restroom for relief, just worked herself up into a frenzy.
Finally, having exhausted every resource the library had to offer, she shelved the medical encyclopedia and stood up, her imagination racing. She started to head for the bathroom, driven by her overpowering urges, but felt an instinctive repulsion. And then the idea crossed her mind: she could never orgasm again. She could cut off her clit herself, now, before cumming, and never cum again. The idea fired her up so much her knees grew weak and she almost came on the spot. By some miracle she worked her way out of the library and back home.
During the walk home she had had time to think about it. By the light of day, she first felt scared. The idea had occured to her for the first time that she could really do this to herself, for real. She was scared by that, but it turned her on almost beyond words. She had a sneaking suspicion that this was bad somehow, but it just felt good. Her pussy felt so good and yet, her mind seemed oddly resigned to saying goodbye to that. She thought to herself, "I'll just get together everything I'd need. I'll just get it all set up, and see how I feel."
When she got home, she lay on her back on her bed and stared at the ceiling, sexual frustration coursing through her blood. She diligently kept her hands from her crotch, thinking, "I could never come again." After maybe twenty minutes, she got up, slowly and deliberately, every movement sending fire through her pussy. She went into the kitchen and looked around, trying to figure out what would do the job easiest.
Her mind felt strangely blank, like she was acting on something that had been decided a long time before. There was no need for thought, just simple movements. She looked at the can opener, trying to figure out if that would work. The cheese grater. A thrill went through her as she imagined putting that on her pussy. The knives. None were very sharp, or the right size. Then, an idea lit up her mind. She went outside, into the garage, where old spiderwebs clung to the ceiling and dust covered everything. She found the right drawer, and pulled out what she was looking for: the garden shears, hand sized. She closed her hand on them experimentally a few times, and then once hard and fast. If she did it slow, it would hurt too much.
She went back to the kitchen, grabbed ice and a hand towel. She knew the area healed quickly, she had read about it a lot, so she wasn't too worried. Besides, her clit was small, how much of a wound would it really be? She gasped as that thought crossed her mind, and had to stop, leaning against the wall. Her body screamed at her to come, her clit burning like a little node between her legs, calling to her like a demonic little imp, "Let me come! Let me come! Let me COME!"
She ground her teeth and said outloud, "I am never going to come again." A strange satisfaction washed over her as she said that and, despite the pleasure, she stood up straight and walked into the bathroom.
She took off all of her clothes, careful not to accidentally brush her pussy while doing it. She was afraid the slightest touch might set her off. She carefully climbed into the bathtub and spread her legs, looking down at the smooth, soft nub of her swollen clit and labia poking out from her pubic hair.
"First, I'll need to shave." she thought with a wave of annoyance, realizing how much longer she would have to hold out. She took a few deep breaths and tried to get ahold of herself, but it didn't work, so she just shaved as quickly as she could. She saw stars when the razor accidentally brushed her clitoris once, but through sheer force of will she managed not to cum despite her incredible arousal. Once she was smooth shaven, her pussy looked even more distended, the odd and incongruous clit and labia sticking out in a V shape from her pretty pussy lips.
"Now, this is going to hurt. Be careful." She said to herself. She grabbed the ice with the hand towel and touched it to her bare clit. Sensation shot through her, with just enough pain to keep her from coming. She kept it there, carefully measuring out 10 minutes, until her pussy was good and numb. She felt a flicker of satisfaction and thought, "There, now it'll be easier to control myself until this is gone." She flicked her numb clitoris. It wasn't completely numb, it still sent an incredible wave of pleasure shooting through her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she thought, "It's almost like it's trying to convince me not to. But it's too late. I'm never going to come again." Again, she felt that strange, deep satisfaction when she thought that.
She lifted the garden shears, and positioned the V of the sheers into the V of her outer labia. Her inner labia didn't fit into the blades, and she doubted she would have the courage to do more than one cut, so she reversed the shears so they were pointed upward at her and positioned them around her throbbingly erect clitoris.
For what seemed like an eternity she simply sat there, staring at her sensitive part, vulnerable and pleasurable, knowing she could never go back. Strangely, she didn't seem to mind. Eventually, she found that she was moving the blades slightly, stimulating herself. Apparently, some of the numbing effect was wearing off.
The movement of the blades was so arousing, she knew that there was no humanly way she could stop herself from cumming hard right now. It was building in her, long overdue, and she simply could not force her muscles to pull away the shears. Her hands, entirely of their own volition, were moving the blades more vigorously now, rubbing her pussy and clit, and she knew that the only way now to stop herself from coming would be to cut it off. It was the only way.
She knew she was going to do it, and a look of anguished pleasure contorted her features. She rolled her head back from the overwhelming sensation and arousal, and felt the orgasm building in her. The thought flickered across her mind, "No, it must stop."
She forced herself to look back down at her pussy, staring lovingly at her cumming clitoris trapped between the clean, cold metal blades. So little stimulation, really, just a light touch at its base, but so, so much pleasure. Its entire body was throbbing. Any second now. The thoughts flashed across her mind like her life flashing before her eyes, "I always wondered what happens if you cut it off just after you pass the point of no return. Do you still orgasm? Do you still feel your clit till it's over?"
Then she decided, "I won't find out." In an agony of ecstasy, saliva dripping from her open mouth and her pleasure contorted cheeks stained with tears, she did the only thing her muscles could do, and slammed her hands together on the handles of the shears. For a brief moment, her clitoris bulged attractively, then it bulged further, and grew pinched at the base. Then the pinch turned tighter, and in the next moment it had popped off her body and, clear as crystal, it was falling into the thin layer of water at the base of the tub.
She was still about to orgasm, and her entire body suddenly sorely missed the pleasure of the blades on her clit, as sorely as if she had simply taken them off her pussy with no warning. She felt the turmoil of arousal in the pit of her stomach demanding relief and thought, "No relief. No orgasm. Ever again."
Then the pain hit, which had been strangely absent so far, and she gasped involuntarily. She grabbed the towel with the ice and (this time ice inside the towel) pressed it into her wound, briefly noting as she did so how surprisingly little blood there was. The pain was redoubled as she pressed the ice into the gaping hole where her clit had been, but there was pleasure also, enough to remind her body what it was missing.
"Never again." she thought, and felt slightly sad, but satisfied. Then she imagined Jeff, his hard cock sinking into her virgin pussy and her able to watch, detached, and a deep satisfaction washed over her.