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clit-less · 8 years

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We Are All Clitless

Who knows how these things get started. The best I've heard is some professional football players let it be known they would only date girls that were clitless. And there's always some girls who will do anything to date a star athlete.

More and more pro athletes picked up on this, and then it moved to Colleges and then eventually High School. And of course it spread from the athletes to others. There were always more girls getting clitorectomy than there were athletes to date. And so they dated others.

What really made it take off though was men, most men, came to prefer clitless girlfriends and wives. A significant percentage of men would only date clitless women. And many that would date both would insist on a clitorectomy before marriage.

This is a series of vignettes as society went through this change.

Dr. Cynthia Kraft

Business is booming and I feel very lucky to help so many women join the Sisterhood of the Clitless. Helping women eliminate all orgasms from their life has become one of the great joys of my work and my life.

I have a reputation as the best clitorectomy surgeon in the city. When a woman wants to make sure that she will never again feel any sexual stimulation, she comes to me.

Some doctors will perform an infibulation over a woman's clit. They call this a reversible clitorectomy although it's not even that as a woman can still become stimulated by rubbing the skin over the clit. I refuse to perform this surgery as I consider it morally wrong. When a woman decides to remove her clit, that needs to be a complete and permanent decision. There should be no going back.

For the same reason I refuse to proscribe local anesthetic so that a woman can numb her clit for a month to see if she prefers no stimulation. Temporary numbness is very different from knowing that stimulation and orgasms are forever gone. The month of numbness is not only not a good test, it is a false measure that can turn a woman away from a clitorectomy when she otherwise would choose to have one.

The women coming in generally fall into two groups. The first are women who have heard from friends, from news reports, from studies that clitless women live happier more productive lives. I love discussing the issue with these women because it is mostly reassuring them that they will be happier living an orgasm free life. A lot of this comes from my relating how I am happier clitless.

The second group are women who don't want to lose their clit but need to do so to keep their boyfriend or to have a better chance of getting a boyfriend. These women are trading their orgasms for their man.

When I have one of the women on the table and am about to cut, I become incredibly aroused. My favorite are women around 25 years of age giving up their clit for their boyfriend. They are in the prime of their sexual activity and regularly have mind-blowing orgasms. And they are having me remove that ability with a cut of my knife. I love removing all their future orgasms with a cut of the knife. Immediately, completely, forever.

I talk to them as I perform the surgery, telling them as I cut around the clit. How I'm carefully getting every nerve to insure they will never feel anything. Then during the cauterizing I discuss how this insures that no nerves will ever regenerate, that any stimulation is gone forever.

Then comes the additional surgery. Virtually all patients choose to have the inner labia removed. Almost all request at least some infibulation. And about half request "the perfect" where all that is left is a small hole for pee to exit. I love creating the perfect because all that remains where their vagina was is a smooth surface of skin. They've not only removed their source of stimulation, they've removed all traces of their vagina.

Todd Flycroft III

Call me old fashioned but what I most appreciate about many women getting clitorectomy is it has brought back the curtsey. That's a practice that where the lift of the skirt became shorter and shorter, and then finally disappeared all together.

But most often the first question a guy has when he meets a woman is "is she clitless, is she sealed?" And so the practice has returned where women perform a full curtsey when first meeting someone. They lift their skirt or dress fully exposing their panties.

If a woman is wearing full panties then she has a clit. If the panties are slightly low in the front exposing a scar, then she is clitless but is not sealed. If the panties are very low cut in front, exposing an unbroken expanse of skin, then she is partially sealed. And if they are so low cut that they basically disappear under her showing unbroken skin where you would normally see a vagina, then she is fully sealed.

I like this because the woman is presenting who she is to others when she first meets them. When a woman curtseys, she will often see a guy who was previously very interested in her lose all interest. On the flip side, sometimes she will see a guy who was paying her just polite interest suddenly become very interested in her.

Bambii

The tips at the strip club follow what men really want. The big money goes to the girls who are fully sealed. Next to the girls with a half seal and the remaining tightly closed with fat lips pressing together. (We strippers knew this was the next big thing 4 years ago.)

I was first going to get infibulation over the clit. I like my clit. I like orgasms. So I figured close over it until I hit 25. And during that time I could still find ways to get my clit stimulated. But I went to Dr. Kraft and she explained to me that men weren't just buying the look, they were buying the vibe given off. When a stripper spreads her legs showing a fully sealed, clitless vagina, she needs to exude the totally lack of sexual interest that the clitless sealed vagina represents.

I don't know how she talked me into doing the real thing. I never wanted to give up orgasms. But I needed the tips and I was worried that half measures wouldn't get it done. So I went with a complete clitorectomy. Dr. Kraft is right, no matter what you do there is no sexual arousal. I have lost that forever, just so I get tips when I spread my legs for a bunch of drunk horny men.

And I got the full seal. Even with my legs fully spread it is hard to see the little hole left. Dr. Kraft did a good job and it's just bare, smooth skin where I used to have a pussy.

When I spread my legs and hear the men cheer over my complete loss of stimulation, my complete loss of womanhood, I cry inside. And yes, the men do see that I hate what I've done to my pussy and that drives them wild.

I sold a lifetime of sexual arousal and orgasm for better tips. Would you like me to spread my legs and show you?

Amber Whyte

I am a lesbian and I'm keeping my clit thank you. They pleasure I get from it when my partner is working my clit with her tongue is ecstatic. No way I'm giving that up. But I will only date women who are clitless.

Why?

For the same reason a man wants a clitless woman. So she is totally focused on my sexual pleasure. I give my partner love, affection, and attention. And she is very happy with that. But when I want sex, I just spread my legs and she then focuses on liking my clit, working it with all the tricks she received before her clitorectomy. And during it I love looking down at her eyes which are full of love, but show absolutely no hint of sexual excitement. It is incredibly arousing to have her working my clit knowing the same feelings are dead to her.

I do sometimes have my partners spread their legs and I kiss them down on the smooth skin of their seal. I'll event tongue where the clit used to be as though I was getting them off. It's an incredible turn on doing this because I look up at them and in their eyes you can see the depth of their loss. This brings home how the core of their femininity was cut out of them and replaced with a smooth expanse of skin.

And done so purely for my sexual convenience. For my sexual pleasure they are orgasm less for the rest of their life. I can almost climax just thinking about how much they have lost for my additional pleasure.

Shelia Rachet - RN

I have a secret. I regret my clitorectomy. Every day. I miss orgasming with my husband when we make love. I miss masturbating. I miss the joy of being partially aroused during the day. But I dare not tell anyone. If my husband knew, he would leave me. And if I mention it at work Dr. Kraft would fire me.

Why did I get a clitorectomy? Because my boyfriend wouldn't marry me until I was clitless. Not only clitless, but fully sealed. He wanted a wife that he knew would be faithful, not only because I physically could not have sex, but because I would have no sexual attraction to any other man.

And he is right, when the clitoris is gone, the one emotion in a relationship is love. I have never felt any sexual interest of any kind after that day when my sexual stimulation was ripped from my body. My clit, my cunt which was the center of so much exquisite joy is now a featureless expanse of smooth skin that provides no arousal. In fact looking at it is painful because of what is used to be.

I counsel a lot of the women who come in, asking if the clitless life is for them. I always put a joyous smile on my face and tell them how much happier I am clitless. And I encourage them to fully embrace the clitless life by becoming fully sealed. How can I do this when I wish I had never had my own clitoris removed? Well if I can no longer enjoy stimulation, I want it taken from all other women too. When I'm smiling as I talk to them I'm smiling at the tough of another woman having all future orgasms ripped from her body. To have her beautiful, joyful, pleasure producing pussy replaced by a flat deadened expanse of skin.

I'm happiest when I am assisting Dr. Kraft and I see that scalpel make the final slice to remove the root of the clitoris from a woman's vagina. That is the moment she has lost stimulation and orgasms for the rest of her life. At that moment I give the patient a gigantic smile and tell her welcome to the sisterhood of the clitless.

Jean Ambrose

As a High School counselor my days are a non-stop litany of the emotional peaks and valleys due to the hormones coursing through all the students. Every student has their unique problems but an awful lot are solved with the same two answers.

About half the time a boy is having issues, the core issue is their girlfriend. I counsel them to have their girlfriend get a clitorectomy and partially sealed (you will never sell a High School boy on a full seal as that means no intercourse). I explain how a clitless girlfriend will be fully focused on his sexual needs because she will no longer have any sexual desires.

For girls the core issue is a million different things. But again, often removing the girls clit, and all sexual stimulation will eliminate the issues she is facing. It removes a distraction, a constant interruption in her day, a constant up and down of her system. It frees her up to focus on what she wants to rather than what her body, her clit is driving her to.

I love when the girls come in to see me after their clitorectomy. I always ask them to hold their curtsey and as they do I tell them how beautiful they look. I love looking at their young vaginas, knowing that they will nevermore have an orgasm. That my guidance led them to a stimulation free life for now on.

That scar is what makes this job so fulfilling. Knowing I've introduced yet another young girl to the sisterhood of the clitless right as she was first blossoming into sexuality. Even more rewarding is when they come visit after a couple of years in College and when they curtsey I see they are fully sealed. Knowing these women have fully embraced their utter lack of sexual stimulation is incredibly rewarding.

Mrs. Todd Flycroft III

When I meet other women, I always do a full curtsey holding my skirt up as I directly look at each of the other women's panties. If a woman doesn't pull her skirt fully up or drops it immediately I stare directly at her until she fully pulls her skirt up so I can get a clear view of her pussy.

What does this tell me about another woman? A woman who still has her clit is a self-centered creature. An animal controlled by the sexual urges coursing through her veins driven by clit. She is a woman who will never be happy with her relationships, who will never make her partner happy. I'm not interested in spending time with a woman like this.

A woman who is clitless but has no infibulation is someone who is trying to retain her old clit-centered life. In this case I ask when they joined the sisterhood of the clitless. If it's less than 6 months I'm encouraging and supportive. But if it is more than 6 months then this is a woman who cannot embrace who she is. She has removed her clit but retained the clit-centered drama in. Who needs that?

The more a pussy is sealed, the longer I stare. I do so obviously so that the other women know that I am interested in their sealed cunt. As a fellow sealed clitless sister, these are the women who have chosen a similar path through life to mine. These are women who I want to spend time with, be it over coffee or a girls night out - knowing that the conversation will never go into all the drama around relationships.

What's most exciting is when a friend curtsies and we see that she has gone clitless. At that point all of us clitless sisters break into squeals of excitement and welcome her to the sisterhood. This also makes her feel better because at first you miss the orgasms and this helps reassure her that she is on the road to a happier life.

Susi Whyte

In my family the girls are locked in a chastity belt from when they first start puberty until they are 15. At 15 we are then asked if we want to go clitless. This way we have never had an orgasm, but get to wait until we are of age to decide.

When I turned 15 I couldn't decide. So I asked them to keep me belted until I made up my mind. I remained belted, never having had a single orgasm until I was 18 and met Amber. I'd had relations with other girls before but Amber was the one. After a month I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

Amber had always dated clitless girls. But she made an exception for me because I was belted. I think she found it an interesting difference. And she came to fall in love with me. Eventually she proposed, but with a request.

Amber insisted that before we were married I needed to get a clitorectomy and become fully sealed. And more so, that I would get the one orgasm of my life just before my clitorectomy. Amber wanted me to know what I was giving up. And she wanted my only orgasm to be from her, to treasure the rest of my life.

The day of the operation we went to Dr. Kraft's office and as agreed I first signed a release saying Dr. Kraft was to not listen to any verbal changes in my request. That the written request for a deep clitorectomy and a fully sealing was to be completed.

Amber and Dr. Kraft then belted me fully into the genealogical table and Dr. Kraft left the room. I was lying there totally naked and Amber started to kiss and nibble on my clit. For the first and only time I started to feel what sexual stimulation was all about.

She took her time and slowly took me up and down, getting close, then backing off, and then finally the orgasm came rolling in and I no longer was aware of what she was doing, just that waves of orgasm rolled over me. I found out later that it lasted over 15 minutes.

As Amber stood up she pressed a button and Dr. Kraft immediately walked in and within seconds was giving me painkiller shots. I was in a haze but the pain of the shots started to bring me back to earth. As I felt her pull my clit with the forceps I suddenly realized what I was giving up and weakly spoke "no, no, I want to keep it."

Dr. Kraft smiled at me and then reached down with the scalpel and sliced away my womanhood. She told me my clit was gone. I kept struggling and saying "stop, stop" but she kept slicing with a joyous look on her face. Eventually she lifted up my clit and showed it to me. I could see the length of the root she had sliced out.

Part of me died at that moment. I had just experienced the most intense excitement of my life and I would never feel anything like it again. For the next 6 months I regretted my decisions. Deciding to stay belted, deciding to become clitless. Looking back while the choice was always mine, my family and then Amber had guided me to this state.

But as time went on I came to appreciate it. Having only orgasmed once made that orgasm with Amber a thing of joyous beauty. And being clitless and fully sealed keeps me focused on Amber's sexual needs. And that makes our love and our relationship stronger.

I now am a volunteer counselor for girls considering a clitorectomy. I try to guide them as my family guided me, helping them reach their own decision but subtly setting them on the road to having their womanhood cut out. And after they have the surgery, when they are teary and regretful, I hug them and tell them that with time they will appreciate it. And welcome them to the sisterhood of the clitless.

John Rasmes

When I was first set up on a date with a clitless girl I almost backed out. But I enjoyed her. I really enjoyed how she focused on me. And knowing that she was incapable of sexual excitement was surprisingly liberating. It wasn't until I dated Suzi that I realized how much of my focus on dating was on the sexual component. How do I interest a woman, how do I get her stimulated and do so in small enough steps that she doesn't stop me, yet eventually get to sex.

At the end of our third week of dating I decided that I was flying blind here and asked her if sex was in the future. And if so, what was I supposed to do. That was when I learned of the first wonder of clitless girls. She said all I had to do was ask anytime and she would be happy to sexually stimulate me - in any way I preferred.

Clitless girls remember what they have given up and they compensate by providing sex to their partners most any time it is requested. And no foreplay is required, just a simple request.

And then when Suzi stripped and showed me what sealed meant - it was beautiful. That smooth expanse of skin, and how it represented Suzi's permanent loss of orgasms was so arousing that I climaxed the first time I leaned in and kissed it. A woman's cunt was an ugly gash by comparison.

Finally there is the dead look in a clitless woman's eyes when you fuck her. Yes she is focused on me and I see love and caring in the eyes. But there is no look of sexual arousal or physical enjoyment. And that lack during sex makes the woman's eyes look dead, soulless, empty. And knowing that all the feelings coursing through my body, building up and reaching a crescendo in an orgasm, all of that is forever gone for that women looking up at me as I cum.

I eventually broke up with Suzi and tried dating girls who still had their clits. But I found them self centered and I resented the effort I had to go through to see if it would lead to sex. And then when I had sex, I didn't want to even look at the ugly gash between their legs.

I soon found I would only date clitless girls. And then only ones who had been at least partially sealed. And now I'll only date girls who are fully sealed. They are the girls who have fully rejected even thinking of the orgasms they used to have.

But even the fully sealed girls, the ones who have fully embraced their new life, I can see a look of regret when, as I'm cuming, I place my cock against the small hole remaining in their cunt and squirt my semen into their cunt. For a couple of seconds it brings back what they gave up and I often will see a tear appear as I cum.

Buffy Witherspoon

I got accepted to Sigma Epsilon Chi. That's the best sorority on campus! I'll get to date all the super popular, super cute guys. I'll be one of the most popular girls on campus and I'll get a rich husband. But then I learned they have a requirement to join.

At the start of the initiation, as we're lined up to become members, we're told the first step in the ritual is to get a clitorectomy. A clitorectomy and to be fully sealed. We have to decide right then. The doctor is there.

I love orgasms. I loved having sex. Nothing is as beautiful, as wonderful, as wonderful as intense sex with a guy. Even my morning masturbation is a wonderful drawn out experience. I have three regular boyfriends and I love how they each make me feel.

So I make my decision. I trade away that pleasure, that sublime joy, to continue on the road to popularity, to a future of money and ease. I get up on the table and spread my legs.

As I see the doctor slice in I start to sob as I feel her cut out my clit. Each cut, each tug on the clit as she cuts it out, is tearing out part of my soul. Part of me, the most ecstatic part of me, is being permanently cut out of my body. Gone forever.

And then she cuts into the edge of my beautiful pussy. My pussy lips are pulled across and sewn together. I was so proud of my pretty pussy lips and now they're being turned into a featureless flat expanse of skin.

And then it is done. I feel nothing down there because there is nothing down there. The essence of my being a woman is gone. I'm no longer a woman. And now that it's too late I realize I've made a horrible mistake. Nothing is worth this.

"I want it back, Oh god I want my clit and pussy back" I sob out. My sorority sisters hug me and tell me it will be all right. That I'll come to appreciate it.

Five Years Later

I still feel dead inside. Yes I have a rich husband. Yes my life is wonderful where I have anything I want and a group of good friends. And all the positives they talk about having a clitorectomy are true - the emotional part of my relationships is stronger and the drama is less.

Yet I remain dead inside without a clit. When is on top of me rubbing his cock against the skin where I used to have a pussy, and I cup his cock to make him cum there, I break out in sobs. It's all gone, gone forever.

Rebecca Slanton

I am so looking forward to turning 16 and my celebration. Like most families nowadays at 16 I can get a clitorectomy if I want. If, as if I wouldn't do it. My mother tried to talk me out of it but what does she know. She says I won't care that the boys will then be interested in me - as if!

My daddy is taking me shopping for my celebration dress. I've always been so jealous at the celebrations at the attention the girl being celebrated gets. And now I'll be the one getting the attention. And I am going to have the prettiest, fanciest, celebration dress ever.

The dresses look like almost like bridal gowns except they are cut up in the front and go across at the waist so my entire pussy is on display. Any other time I would never be allowed to wear a dress like this. Not even a slut would wear that. But at the celebration I want to wear this so everyone can tell me how beautiful I look as they see the I am clitless.

Daddy wants me to get panties to go with it. But I tell him no, that I am going bare down there so people can see everything. Suzi did that and they boys spent the whole party around here talking to her and telling her how beautiful she is. That is going to be so kewl.

But Daddy did buy me a bunch of new panties. I will get to throw out my little girl panties after the operation and will now wear big girl panties that show I am clitless when I curtsey. I'm going to be a big girls.

And I decided to get fully sealed. Daddy says that is called the perfection. Most girls just get the clit cut out when they turn 16. And the girls in College usually are partially sealed. But the most of the grownup women are fully sealed. And the dads pay a lot more attention to the girls that get fully sealed. I want all the daddies paying attention to me and telling me how beautiful I am. Especially Tommy's dad.

One Month After

Oh my god it was wonderful. I was the queen at my celebration and everyone was staring at my seal. I was so beautiful in my dress and the open front allowed everyone to look close at the smooth skin where I used to have my kitty but now had nothing. Some of them even kneeled down trying to see the remaining hole - that made me feel so special.

Tommy's dad gave me a beautiful gold pin of a seal smiling - it tells the world how beautiful I am down there. Pete who's the school quarterback asked me out on a date. Pete! I felt so good as everyone complemented me on my beautiful perfection.

I understand now why the clitless girls don't talk to the other girls. The girls who still have their clits spend all their time talking about boys and always seem to have problems. Who needs to talk to an immature drama queen. No, now I'm a member of the sisterhood of the clitless and spend my time with my sisters, especially those few that are fully sealed.

I sometimes miss the good feelings from my clit. And it still feels weird to reach down there and there's... nothing. But now I'm a grownup!

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The Perfection

I'm an agent for models. Mostly teen girls. And the best part is when I can help these girls take the giant step to the perfection. And I now have one of my girls, and her mother coming in to see me.

"Come on in, how are you two doing?"

"We're fine" replied Amber's mother Susan. "Is everything ok? You said we had to discuss something very important."

They both look very worried. Amber's modeling career has been expanding but it hasn't yet broken into the big time. They can feel that national success is so close, but somehow is eluding them. And they want it, they both want it so bad. You can see that desire in their faces.

"I got a call asking if Amber is available for a national shoot for Charlotte Ruse" I tell them smiling. But before they can say anything I hold up my hand and continue "but there's something Amber needs to do first."

"Absolutely, what do you need" Susan blurts out in reply.

"The problem companies face selling to young girls, and with the models they use, especially young ones like Amber who's only 14, is they need to sell sex without showing anything sexual. If you look closely at the ads and videos they do, you will notice that there is not even a hint of the models genitalia."

I now have their full attention.

"I have a question I need you to seriously think about. Both of you. When you have an orgasm, is that you choosing to do so? Or is it your body controlling what to do?"

"What!!" the yelled almost in unison. What the fuck are you talking about Susan demanded.

"It's a very simple question, but also an important one. Do you control your clit or does your clit control you? Going national requires Amber to become clitless. It requires perfect smoothness down there."

Amber looks totally shocked and starts murmuring "no, no."

Susan is very upset. "This is outrageous. I'm not going to have my daughter mutilated. And to lose that - no, that's unacceptable." She starts to get up.

I look at both of them and say very calmly "I've had it done. I'm clitless." And as they both freeze looking at me in astonishment I continue "and even without the modeling, I'm glad I did it. I'm happier without it."

"Wha.. what are you talking about?" Susan asks.

"I have no clit. It was removed when I was Amber's age. And after the first 6 months, I came to appreciate being clitless. Life is better without it. I control what I do."

"I'm not doing this" Amber states.

"How can you say your life is better?" Susan asks incredulously.

This was the key step. If they had stormed out I could never help them along on the road to "The Perfection." But she's asking.

"This can't be explained. I need you both to do something over the next month. Every time you have an orgasm think to yourself - did your brain decide you wanted to have an orgasm? Or did your clit start the hormones racing? Did your clit make the decision?"

"And when it was over, was the orgasm itself that important?"

They both got up to leave, looking shell-shocked.

Moments Later, In the Car

"Mommy, I don't want to lose my clit" Amber pleaded.

"I don't want you to either" Susan replied giving her a hug. "But are you willing to give up becoming a national model?" Susan was fighting strong mixed emotions. She didn't want her daughter to lose her clit. But she had spent the last 8 years getting Amber to this point. To a national contract.

"But there's another way mom. Right? Another way?"

"I don't think so. Eva is one of the best agents out there. And starting over with another agent, when you're being offered a national contract. I don't see how that will work."

"So what do we do?" whined Amber looking like she was about to cry.

"Lets keep track. Are you having sex?"

"Mom! I'm only 14, how can you ask that?"

"Well you and Pete spend a lot of time together. I've not asked but now it matters. What have you done?"

Amber stares at the floor and whispers "we've had oral sex."

"Fine, then you need to track your orgasms. Let's find out if it's Amber or little Ms. Clitty making the decisions" Susan said with a laugh.

Amber looked mad, then replied "fine, but then you have to track too. Eva said both of us."

Susan looks flustered than replies "ok, deal."

One Month Later

"Come in ladies" I say smiling. They're back. And I will be able to help another woman to a happier life.

"What happens if we don't do this" Susan blurts out before even sitting down. "What are our alternatives?"

"Amber will continue to get local modeling for quite some time. The camera loves her and the requirements are not as strict. But even locally I'm seeing girls start to do this - just to keep local work. And definitely forget national or international."

"So Susan, you first, who controls your body? What orgasms did you have?"

Susan glances at Amber looking embarrassed. But this needs to happen. Over the past week she thought of all the effort she had put in. And how much Amber's success meant to her. If this is what it takes.

"I had 4 orgasms. Twice when John and I made love. And two other times, after we made love, I snuck into the bathroom and I...you know... did it."

"Do you stimulate yourself every time you have sex with John and don't have an orgasm?"

"No. There were two other times we had sex and I did not orgasm and didn't have time to do anything about it."

Eva smiled. She could help Susan too. "Those two times you did stimulate yourself. And the other two times you didn't because you didn't have time. Was that because you wanted it? Or was that because your clit was demanding it?"

Susan started to speak, then paused. About 15 seconds went by as she was thinking it through. "Well it was because I got worked up as we had sex so yes it was my clit driving the urge. But that's part of me."

"Let me ask you two key questions" I continued. "First, two hours later did you feel any worse the two times you did not have time to stimulate yourself?"

Susan started to speak, paused, then replied "no, no not after. But immediately after it was worse not having the time."

"And here's the other question. What if having an orgasm was not an option. If after sex is over you're done. There's no frustration if you don't have time to stimulate yourself. And there's not the discomfort from having to sneak off and then quickly stimulate yourself."

Susan looks very uncomfortable and then slowly admits "it might be better if that wasn't there."

Eva continues "and compare the times you had sex and had an orgasm vs. the times you did not. Were you focusing on how much you love John and making him happy? Or were you focusing on getting yourself off? Was it making love or was it sex? And was one better than the other?"

Susan just stares at the floor.

Eva turns to Amber "and how did it go for you?"

Amber looks right at Eva "I wanted to see what it was like not having an orgasm. So I decided to not have any. And I couldn't. I couldn't last even a day. I tried and tried and I couldn't stop it. Not even once. Ms Clit controls me. I have no control over it."

"So put modeling aside, are you happier with a clit or without one?"

"I don't know... I don't know" Amber almost shouts. "I want to control my body but it feels so good. I don't want to lose that."

Eva smiled. "You're not losing something Amber, you're gaining something. Ask your mother if she wants would be happier clitless."

"Mom?" Amber asks.

Susan looks startled. "Yes, yes I think I might be happier clitless." Susan sees Amber looking uncertain. She needs to sell this. "Yes Amber, yes I definitely would be happier clitless."

Eva's smile grows. She can bring both of these women to a more fulfilling life.

Looking directly at Susan Eva replies "What is essential to girls making this decision is for their mothers to also become clitless."

Susan looks at Eva shocked. She had been agreeing but that didn't mean she wanted to actually lose her clit. She couldn't imagine not having that pleasure center.

Eva pressed on. "You said you would be happier clitless."

Susan nodded.

"This is how you get Amber to the national contracts. This is how you help her give herself a more fulfilling life. And you can't ask her to do something you think is best if you aren't doing it also."

Susan looks shell-shocked and almost unconsciously nods yes.

Amber looks at her mother and says "mom, are you going to do it? Are you going to have your clit removed?"

Susan looks at Amber and sees that all her efforts, her dreams, all rest on this answer. "Yes Amber, I'm going to be clitless. I now know I'll be happier that way."

Amber looks shocked as Eva and Susan look at her. This is a horribly hard question to put on a young 14 year old girl. To decide now if she is going to forgo orgasms for the rest of her life. How can she know. And they feel so good. But here is Eva who is happy she had it done. Here is her mother deciding that life is better clitless.

And it was so clear over the last month that her clit was controlling her. And she wanted to be an international super-model. The super-models had such amazing lives. They went to all the best parties, had the best boyfriends, and everyone wanted to be one of them. And she could be one.

Was getting rid of all the anguish and drama that her clit caused a good trade-off for being a super-model. Amber made her decision. "Mom if you're going to do it just to be happier, then I'll do it too. I'll agree to be clitless."

Susan looked like she had just been hit by a truck. She had come in prepared to trade Amber's clit away for her becoming a national model. But she had not signed up for this. It was easy to say "yes she would" to get Amber to agree to a clitorectomy. But to actually lose her clit?

But Eva was right. She wasn't happier from the orgasms she had had last week. Hiding in the bathroom and frantically rubbing her clit to orgasm as fast as possible was not enjoyable. It was more work her body forced on her. And when she and John made love, when she felt totally a part of him from his penetrating her, ignoring her own clit made it a more loving and wonderful experience.

She was 35 years old and her clit had been providing her pleasure for the last 20 years. But really, was she any happier from it. And there was Eva who... "Eva, have you ever regretted your clitorectomy?"

Eva answered with a wondrous smile "yes, for about 6 months there were times. But I came to realize that the regret was from a habit, not from any lost pleasure. As time went on I found that I enjoyed lovemaking more than before because I was focused on the love rather than stimulating my clit."

"What does your husband think?" Susan asked.

"He loves it." They both looked at her with disbelief. "When we make love I'm totally focused on him. And he knows I get no stimulation from the sex, so he's totally focused on his own orgasm. He now says that all men should insist that their wives and girlfriends be clitless."

Fuck it Susan decided. If Amber could do it so could she. "Ok, you've sold me."

Eva smiled. "Ladies, you will look back on this as one of the best decisions of your life. I set up an appointment for you both tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow!!!" Susan and Amber exclaimed.

"Yes, tomorrow. Those national contracts aren't going to wait forever." Eva continued "Susan, you need to decide if you want anything done in addition to the clitorectomy. You can have just your inner lips trimmed and unless someone looks closely, everything looks the same. You can also have a partial infibulation done which stitches together and connects your outer lips leaving just enough of an opening for your husband's penis. Finally, you can do the same as Amber which is a full infibulations leaving just enough room to pee out."

That Night

Susan spent the night staring at the pictures Eva had provided her. She found herself masturbating to them and having orgasm after orgasm. Orgasms more enjoyable than any in the past 10 years. The knowledge that these were her last ones, please the beauty of the pictures drove her higher and higher.

Amber had the opposite reaction. She tried to bring herself to orgasm and couldn't she was so scared about the next day that she could not even come close. She desperately wanted one final orgasm to decide. And if she decided to go through with it, to remember forever. She fell asleep crying and hating her clit. It would serve it right when she had it cut off tomorrow!

At The Doctors

Eva picked them up and drove them to the doctor's office. "Susan, have you decided what you are going to have done?"

Susan smiled. "Yes, I'm going with the partial infibulations. I want to go all in, but still be able to enjoy John. What do you think?"

"I think that's the best for today. That's what I started with although I'm fully infibulated now."

"Why?" Amber asked.

"For the same reason you will probably never get your full infibulation reduced to a partial once you're far enough along in your modeling career. Being partially sealed feels incomplete. Being fully sealed feels perfect. That's why fully sealing your vagina is called the perfection."

At that point a very pretty woman in a lab coat walked up. "Hello I'm Dr. Cynthia Kraft and I'll be performing the procedure today." She shook both of their hands. "Susan you first. I am going to remove your entire clitoris. Not just the surface part but all of the roots and all nerve endings. I will then cauterize then nerve connections in that area. You will never have an orgasm again. Is this what you want?"

Susan looked very nervous and tentative but nodded her head and said "yes, I want to become clitless."

Cynthia smiled and turned to Amber. "Amber, I am going to cut out every bit of your clitoris. I will then remove your inner labia lips. Next I will make incisions on your outer lips so I can sew them together. You will be left with an opening about the size of a straw. Is this what you want?"

This was the final moment for Amber. Here she was 14 years old and had never had sex. She had no idea what she was giving up. Tears dripped from her eyes and her body shook with fear. But she remembered back to last night when her clit controlled her demanding stimulation and then refusing to grant her an orgasm. She wanted it destroyed!

"Yes she replied emphatically surprising Eva and Susan. I want you my clit out of my body."

Cynthia gave them both a big smile and said "welcome to the sisterhood. Let's get this started. Susan, you first" and patted the genealogical table.

Susan removed her clothes, got up on the table and spread her legs. "Eva, please film this. I want to watch this later."

Cynthia took a needle and started shooting painkiller into first the pussy lips and then around the clit. Susan jumped a little but then settled down. "I'm really going to do this aren't I" she said the other women. "I'm having my clit removed and will never have another orgasm."

Amber reaches over and holds her hand. "You ok mom?"

Susan gives her a gentle smile. "I'm really good about this. Now that it's happening I'm happy. I want to be clitless and leave behind all the emotions my clit has put me through."

Cynthia reaches down with forceps and pulls the clit out taut. She then takes the scalpel and makes a deep incision almost straight down around the clitoris. As she does this she is able to pull it up further and further. "I have to be very careful to get all of the nerves out when I do this. If I leave some then you would still be able to stimulate yourself a little. By getting every bit of the nerves out we insure that you will receive no stimulation from here."

Cynthia continues to carefully cut as she pulls the clitoris out further and further. Finally it comes free and she drops it in a dish. "Such a small thing to have such control over your body. Congratulations, you are now clitless."

Susan smiled and relaxed.

Cynthia next went to work removing the inner lips. And then making an incision half way down the edge of both outer lips and then stitching them together.

Eva & Amber watched fascinated. They watched a well worn, used, flabby, yes let's say it ugly gash on Susan get turned into a thing of beauty. Even with the blood and stitches they saw her vagina transformed into a subtle smooth thing of beauty.

Cynthia had inserted a catheter when she started. She now ran it to a colonoscopy bag and attached that to Susan's leg. She then placed a bandage over the surgery area. "You need to peek into the bag for the next week as this heals."

They all helped Susan down from the table and sat her in a chair. "Now you" Cynthia said to Amber and patted the table. Amber stripped down and hopped up.

Cynthia loved performing these surgeries. She herself had gone clitless after she had performed the operation a half dozen times and each of those patients told her later they were much happier without their clit running their lives. She also found it also made for a happier life. But unlike most of her patients, she also missed orgasms. To her clitless was a trade-off, not an unequivocal positive.

And so when she pulled up the clit and started to cut she would think about how she was taking orgasms away from this innocent little 14 year old girl. Slice there, now Amber would never know the joy again from rubbing her clit. Slice again, now Amber would never again know the joy from a guy eating her to orgasm. Slice deeper, now Amber would never ever experience the mind blowing orgasm from a guy fucking her until she came again and again in a never-ending stream. She would never in her life experience an orgasm from sex.

Cynthia pulled the clit out and dropped it in a bowl. She looked at it for a second. She had just removed an almost countless number of future orgasms Amber would have experienced as she learned about sex and with the energy of youth had days of never ending orgasms. She had just ripped that future out of her body and dropped it in the bowl. This moment is when Cynthia would still come close to an orgasm. Knowing she had ripped sexual pleasure out of this young girl.

Cynthia then got to work cauterizing the nerve connections from where she had removed the clitoris. With Amber she dug in carefully to make absolutely sure that there would never be a single impulse of pleasure from what remained in her pelvis.

And then she went to work sealing up Amber's vagina. This increased her arousal even more. Unlike her mother's vagina, Amber's was a thing of beauty. A smooth pubescent pair of outer lips that barely pushed out. Not a hint of the clit or inner lips were beautiful. An absolutely perfect pussy. Cynthia took her scalpel and cut the length of each ruining their perfect beauty. Destroying that perfect pussy sent a pleasurable shudder throughout her entire body.

What neither Eva or Cynthia had told Amber and Susan is that they could have performed the infibulations and left the clit under it. For the change required for Amber's modeling career, the clit could have been left hidden, available again when the infibulations was removed. And not only available in the future, but capable of stimulus even while infibulated.

Eva also could have talked Amber into a clitorectomy without Susan getting one. Instead she had steered the conversation so that Amber would only do it if Susan also went clitless. Eva wanted Susan to also give up orgasms.

Why didn't they tell them? Part of it was that Eva and Cynthia are happier clitless and believe they are doing Susan and Amber a favor. But part of it is the power they have over Susan and Amber. Both are highly aroused over removing the ability to orgasm from both women. Power is a strong sexual stimulator and with no clit it was the strongest stimulation both women experienced.

Cynthia then worked very carefully stitching the two lips together. This took a lot of time to get just right so that when it healed there will be flat smooth skin without any indentation or scar. And at the lowest end, a small gap is left. A gap that the catheter barely fits through. A gap so small that it would require pushing to get a pen in the opening.

Amber also has a colonoscopy bag attached and a bandage applied. Both women get dressed, putting on their skirts but no panties. As they leave both turn to Cynthia and say "thank you Cynthia for making me clitless."

On the ride home they hold hands and look at each other. Partially wondering how this has changed their future. Partially smiling at their shared change. A giant change for the rest of their lives.

Epilogue

When John first learned what Susan and Amber did there was a gigantic argument. It went on for hours. But he eventually acceded to the girls choosing to do this and it was their choice. As time went on he came to appreciate having a wife who is clitless.

After a year Susan decided she wanted to be fully sealed like Amber. She asked John if he would be satisfied with oral sex and he agreed. What Susan found fascinating was John would happily kiss her all over her sealed vulva. He found the sealed lips a turn on.

Pete broke up with Amber when he learned as he figured he could never have sex with her. But another classmate Alex, when he learned about it asked her out. They had a serious relationship for 6 months. After Alex there was Fred, then Even, then another Pete. All of them loved having a girlfriend who totally focused on their needs when they had sex.

After Amber Fred refused to date any girl who was not clitless. As he was the quarterback on the football team, there was no shortage of girls will to have their girlhood cut out for a chance to date him. Unlike Amber most of them were crying during the surgery sad to lose orgasms for the rest of their life. But high school kids don't consider things more than 6 months out so these girls agreed to become clitless. And Cynthia happily removed clitoris after clitoris making sure they would never feel any sexual stimulation again.

Amber's modeling career took off. She could wear the most obscene clothes that was fully transparent and yet there was not genitalia visible. The FCC allowed it because nothing was visible. Moms allowed their daughters to buy the clothes she modeled because they assumed it had liners covering everything up.

Amber also worked to create a specialty line of women's swimsuits. What all of the suits had in common is they left all of the vagina area visible except for the small pee hole at the bottom. Any women who had the perfect done to them could wear it. But no other women could because it left all of their pussy visible.

When Susan was asked later if she was happier clitless she replied absolutely yes. Her husband was much happier when they had sex because it was all focused on his stimulation. And Susan was much happier because she was focused on their love.

When Amber was asked she replied she didn't know for sure because she had nothing to compare it to. But she would then follow up that she was very happy in her marriage and found sex with her husband a deeply loving and fulfilling experience. When asked if she wanted to open up her pussy so that she could have intercourse she refused. She liked being sealed.

Amber went to nursing school and then went to work for Dr. Cynthia. She also got a thrill out of watching Cynthia slice out the clit in a girl. Especially the young girls that would then never really know what sexual orgasms are. She loved helping another young girl join the sisterhood of the clitless.

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