Doro - Jamie
Jamie
By: Doro [clitorectomy lesbian]
Jamie tells all about losing her pearl
Hi, my name is Jamie and I don't have a clitoris anymore. Other than that I'm a totally normal gal of twenty years, I have light brown eyes, my hazel hair just touches my shoulders and I am somewhat petite and slenderly built. To my dismay I have almost no tits but I try to make up for it by stuffing my bras! There is a sun tattoo centered on my navel that I got when I turned 18. In other words, I'm pretty much like thousands of girls out there, or at least I was until last year. This is the story of how I became clitless. I guess I should tell you that I have always been quite fascinated with my pussy. When I was just a teen, my friends often stayed over at our house and I would kind of show off my body, especially my pussy. One evening I remember showing my best friend how to finger herself. As I got older, I became more aggressive.
There were several incidents where I cornered friends of mine in the locker room and forced their hands into my pants, I wanted to feel their fingers touching me! Of course it helped that I am somewhat cute, so they usually didn't resist that much. But most of the girls I knew were too embarassed to deal with me after we did it, so by the time I graduated from high school I didn't have any friends left. College was better though. Suddenly there was a gay community where I could enjoy a few interesting encounters. But the more I got to know sex with other people, the more I became a masturbator. In fact, soon I found that I could have the most fun with my own hands, something I had never done in high school (maybe I should have). I was doing it five to eight times a day, as if to make up for the year before when I considered myself lucky if I had found someone to get me off once per month! One day I read a magazine article about female circumcision in Africa,
I had heard about the subject before but could not quite remember until then. There was a short story about some muslim girl getting literally castrated by having her clit removed by a doctor. The girl was sixteen, which is quite old for a circumcision in those parts of the world as I'm told. I read the story and then I looked at the photos that came with it. The muslim girl had been brought in by her mother, who apparently was not even circumcized herself but wanted her daughter to better "fit in". The photos showed how the doctor (was he even a real one?) pulled out the girl's exposed clitoris while the nurse was apparently stroking her stomach to calm her. Then he used a knife to cut through the girl's parts, one photo showed her screaming in pain! On the last picture there was just a closeup of a V-shaped piece of flesh lying on the instrument table. I realized just then that I had started fingering myself as I was reading the article, my cunt was dripping wet! I
focused on the last photo, trying to make out the details, especially the tiny central node between the two folds of removed skin. I felt the shape of my own organ with my fingertips, gently tracing the outline of my labia and clitoris. Mine was a lot larger than the girl's but generally the same proportions. The next days I was haunted by the image of the girl's genitalia on that table. I could not leave my apartment for long stretches of time because I had to masturbate thinking about it. Of course I also began to surf the internet to gather more information about my new obsession, and there were lots of articles and stories on the subject! The most fateful find was a DIY clitorectomy guide, however. It was a tiny article with a few very precise instructions on how to take off your own clitoris and it drove me mad with lust! It was supposed to be very easy: just some disinfectant, a soldering iron and an Xacto knife. I had those things at home!
From this moment on I knew that I wanted to do this. I gathered the components in my bathroom and plugged in the soldering iron. My heart was pounding and my cunt was already throbbing again. I sat down in front of the large mirror, pulled my tender flesh and began to outline my lips and clit carefully with a felt pen. My parts were swollen from constant overuse and my current arousal, making this task very easy. I let the pen glide over the base where my labiae were connected to my body, then gently upwards around the hard knob of my girl node. It felt so good! I thought about whether I wanted to have another orgasm before the amputation or not and the kind of power this gave me was almost unbearable! There were my parts, sticking out of my slit and demanding another climax before I cut them off. Should I give it to them? Every little touch on my erected clit felt extremely good, because I knew it would soon be gone forever! Carefully I retracted the forskin and exposed my hard glans. I don't remember how long I played with myself like this, watching myself doing it in the mirror, but it must have been for hours. A long while I was on the verge of climax but didn't allow myself to cross over. Finally I was ready. I dried the juice off my pussy, took the knife and prodded my parts with it. The sharp metal felt cool on my skin. With my left hand I grabbed my hard clitoris at the base and pulled it out as far a I could. Even through this rough maneuver it begged me to allow it to cum one more time. My left hand manipulated it almost automatically, beyond my control. I pulled very hard just to see how far I could stretch it. It hurt very much, but I think my flesh stretched for about two inches from my body. There was a sharp pain at the base of my clit and yet its core remained hard and receptive in my hand! My right hand was trembling when I moved it to let the blade touch my stretched flesh again.
I positioned the edge of the blade at the beginning of my clit's stem. Was I really going to do this? How much would it hurt? All the while my little node was throbbing between my fingers, demanding attention. When I felt the blade pierce my delicate skin I suddenly realized that it was going to be easy. I wanted more, I wanted to saw deeper into my sex and kill it, I wanted more of this pain! At first I didn't realize it, but my body was actually having a hard orgasm just then! My muscles were contracting and my pussy even spurted a little bit of clear liquid, but my mind stayed totally sharp and focused. With gentle sawing motions, I cut deeper into my stem. I felt the blade reach and sever the base of my clitoris, there was a very short flash like a super orgasm and then the piece of flesh in my hand was dead.For a moment I thought I was going to faint but then I came through and continued the slicing process, because I wanted my labiae to come clean off in a single piece.
With the sharp blade it was very easy. Then I threw the piece of dead skin on the floor, anxious to use the soldering iron to stop the bleeding. To my surprise, it took quite a lot of control to let the hot iron touch my wounded pussy, it was a lot more difficult than the cutting! Thankfully, it did not hurt that much (it would though, a few minutes after the treatment). I was almost abent-minded when I carefully used the soldering iron to close my wounds. As soon as I was done, I put a huge gauze on my pussy and just collapsed on the bathroom floor. I woke up a couple of hours later because of the intense pain down there. It was much better though, after I downed a few more painkillers. After washing off the blood, I took my time to examine my ex-clitoris and labiae up close. It was quite a large package and I marveled at the clean cut and the details of what had previously been the most important part of my genitals.
It didn't exactly look like the Egyptian girl's parts when I placed my flesh on the page of the magazine to compare. My package was probably larger in general, but my clit was also much more defined than hers. I fetched my camera and made some closeup shots of the severed clitoris which I posted on the internet. After I was done admiring my piece I was equally excited to finally get rid of it. I dumped my parts into the toilet where it belongs and watched the piece of flesh disappear in a swirl of water.
It took quite a long time for everything to heal, a few weeks went by before I stopped walking funny and could take the bandages off. A lot of things changed in my life. I started to go out more and got to know some really nice people. Though it was most difficult during the first few months when my pussy get very wet several times a day and I desperately just wanted to take my pants off and finger myself. Of course it got better over time. But some days I still slip my hand under my pants and touch myself, only to be disappointed again. On the other hand, I finally met a nice girlfriend and right from the start she was very excited by my condition! After I told her about it, she practically ordered me to take my pants off on our second date. I was all wet and excited and she licked my smooth pussy very tenderly. It felt so good! Sometimes I wish I could just cum together with her, but then again I don't regret cutting my clit off, it was the most erotic thing I had ever done!
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