Sally M. - Removing my clit - the ultimate sexual high
Removing my clit - the ultimate sexual high
By Anonymous - Sept. 06, 2006
My name is Sally M., and I've wanted to share this story with someone (besides my boyfriend) for about a year now. In September of 2005, I underwent a rather extreme "medical" procedure at the hands of my boyfriend Eric (who I love dearly!) I had my clitoris removed. It wasn't until recently that I discovered that there's a whole community of people like me; people who believe surgical modification of the genitals is not just tolerable, but a huge turn on!
I don't know exactly when the idea first came up to remove my clitoris, but for the past several years Eric and I had been playing around with the idea of temporarily suspending each other's most erogenous zones (i.e. the head of his penis, my clit). When we first started messing around, surgery was the furthest thing from my mind. We had a tube of Anbesol, the oral pain reliever, which is a powerful local anesthetic. Eric would rub it all over the tip of his penis, and then put a lot on my clitoris. Then we would lie down and watch a movie (usually porn) and wait for it to sink into our skin. We would keep applying more and more until we were sure everything was properly numb. Then we would try to have sex. The rush we got from not being able to climax was unbelievable.
This continued for some time. Eventually we became so obsessed, the Anbesol wouldn't cut it anymore. We tied strings, ropes, hose-clamps around the base of Eric's penis and left them on long enough for the whole thing to become numb. We even managed to find a specific brand of hair-ties that, when folded to be twice as small, fit snugly around my clit. We couldn't get enough. A year or so into this experimentation, we weren't even having regular sex anymore. Every time we wanted to have sex, we put on our homemade tourniquet's and coated ourselves with the anesthetic. Then Eric got to thinking: if this is how we're going to have sex, then what's the point of numbing these parts every time? Why not just get rid of them.
Get rid of my clit!? How could I do such a thing? Impossible! But as much as I wanted to dismiss the idea right off the bat, I couldn't help but notice my heart skip a beat when he suggested it. The thrill of that first time swept through me, and the idea stuck with me. Every time we went to have sex, I thought, "This would be easier and faster without my clitoris..." It seemed that every day I thought about it a little harder, gave it a little more consideration.
Until one day last year, I was trying to think of something to get Eric for his birthday. He had had a terrible year at his tattoo parlor - he barely got any business at all. I wanted to cheer him up. I was ready to go ahead with the plan he had suggested (and was obviously obsessed with) for so long now. So on a nice little piece of paper (something like a business card), I wrote "My clit is yours for the taking. I love you." I put it in a little black box (the kind they put expensive rings in) and I wrapped the whole thing up and gave it to him.
The look on his face when he opened it and read the letter - it was indescribable. To this day I have no qualms about the operation, mainly because of that face. He was (and is) so happy.
Then came the really hard part: how would we do it? Was he doing it, too? Of course. We both had to go through with it - that was the idea. We decided to do mine first (his operation is a bit trickier...still looking for someone qualified). We tried researching different ways to remove a clitoris, but all we really found were articles on African Female Genital Mutilation. Obviously, these sites were no help in the area of advice. There was more information on removing testicles (cattle castration), and we figured the same principles would apply. We decided on an elastrator-type device. Much like the hair-ties, but stronger, and left on far longer. Eric managed to find a type of wire, something like guitar or piano wire, that would make a loop small enough to fit around my clit.
On the day of the procedure, my stomach was all butterflies. What was I getting myself into? Did I really want this? But I had promised Eric. There was no backing out now. Using two pairs of needle-nosed pliers, he managed to tie a pretty tight knot around the base of my clit with the wire. He cut the ends of the wire off, and wrapped them with duct tape to keep them from being pointy. My blood was running cold and pumping hard. It was happening! Oh, god. I felt so excited.
But we couldn't just wait around for it to happen. It could be hours before all the cells were dead. We went out to see a movie. I don't even remember what it was. I didn't even pay attention to it. All I could think about was what was happening to my crotch. Did I want to back out, now? Could I? Eric hadn't brought the pliers with him. It might already be too late. Has it fallen off? I kept checking. Eric noticed my anxiety, and weaved his fingers between mine. It calmed me down.
We tried shopping, but I was too restless to pay attention to what stores we were in. Eric decided to go home and get me a sleeping pill. That was an idea. I would go to sleep and let it all happen without me. I took a double dose and passed out to "Being John Malkovich." When I woke up the next morning, Eric was there beside me. He had been waiting impatiently for me for hours now.
I stripped down and looked at what was between my legs. A black lump with wire sticking out on both ends. We had done it. I had killed my clitoris. My blood ran cold again, and I immediately wanted sex. I waited as patiently as I could for Eric to remove the wire. I couldn't feel what he was doing (except the area around my clit was very sore). As soon as the wire was off, I basically tore off his pants and went down on him. We made love, and it was the most amazing experience of my life. It took me over an hour to achieve an orgasm from my vagina alone, and it took all my concentration.
A few days later the black lump began to fall off, much like a baby's cord falls off a few weeks after being born. It was so easy. I was expecting lots of pain and gore, but nothing bad happened at all. I kept the area very clean during and after the falling-off process. We saved what came off in a little jar, but it's nothing much to look at. (I was thinking of putting it into a small vial and making a necklace out of it, or something.)
Now we're trying to figure out a way to either permanently deaden the nerves of Erick's glans, or remove it entirely. This procedure seems more dangerous (blood clots and such), and we're in the process of finding a professional.
I couldn't be happier about what I've done, though I don't recommend it to others. I have no idea how safe this procedure is. Do it at your own risk!
Sally