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\nLeanne Sacrifices Her Clit

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\nThis is a story featuring my\nslave Leanne. The stories can be read and enjoyed separately, so I\nhave not included them in part of a large novel. But if you want to\nread them in the order in which they occurred it is this order (when\nI have completed writing the stories):

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\nPlaying with Leanne I

\nPlaying with Leanne II:\nTweezers

\nPlaying with Leanne III:\nRed Hot Needles

\nLeanne Gives Up Her Safe\nWord

\nLeanne’s O Fantasy

\nThe Crucifixion of Leanne

\nLeanne Sacrifices Her Clit

\nLeanne Moves In

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\nSome of the tales do not\nreally feature in a chronological order, because some of the events\noverlapped with some of the events above. These stories, so far, are\ndetailed below. And some of the stories I simply cannot recall the\ncorrect chronology. \n

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\nLeanne the Latex Nun

\nReading to Leanne / Leanne\nReading

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Leanne\nSacrifices Her Clit

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“Master,\nI want you to cut my clit off.” Leanne said. Leanne was on her\nknees in front of me, having just sucked off my cock. Strings of\nwhite sperm were slowly sliding down her face.

\n “What?” I asked, being\na little distracted.

\n “Master, I want you to\ncut off my clit.” Leanne repeated. “I want it to be about your\npleasure, from now on. I seek my own pleasure, and that is a\ndistraction.”

\n “I will… consider your\nrequest.” I said, not willing to accede to such a mutilation. I\nlike Leanne’s clit. It was the biggest I had seen on a girl. When\nit was fully engorged it was the size of a cherry tomato, and just as\nred. It was wonderful to torture. “Now go home. Do not forget to\nsend a selfie showing that you left the spunk on your face all of the\nway home.”

\n “Yes, master.” Leanne\nsaid. She left my home, walking down to her car wearing nothing but\nstockings and suspenders. From my door I watched her fat arse as it\nswung from side to side, the fleshy buttocks thoroughly marked by an\nencounter with an old, whippy car aerial. When she had first come to\nsee me she had almost balked at nudity outside of my house. But now\nit did not phase her at all. She had come a long way. But would\nlosing her clit be a step too far in the path which we were walking\ntogether?

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\nI spent a long time thinking\nabout what Leanne had said. While cutting off somebody’s clit, or\nnipples, occurred in a lot of stories, I didn’t want to do it in\nreal life. But I knew that Leanne was serious about it. My trouble,\nthough, was not just the prospect of mutilating my slave, but the\nworry that if she lost her clit that she would lose interest in\ncoming to see me. She might want to be permanently denied orgasms in\na fantasy of hers. But she had such fantasies because she was such a\nsexual character. Lose her clit and she might lose a lot of her\nmasochistic impetus, and I didn’t want that. \n

\n In the end I came up with a\ncompromise: I would stop Leanne from having orgasms without\ndestroying her clit – or, at least, without destroying it with one\nswift stroke of a scalpel blade. Besides, for her to get aroused and\nto never get to cum was what she was fantasising about, and I felt\nthat I could achieve that without any mutilation.

\n In my stories I had written\nabout a metal cup, a sort of chastity belt which went over a girl’s\nclit, to stop her from touching herself. I decided that I needed one\nin real life. But it was not the sort of thing which you could order\non Etsy. I spent hours trawling through the internet, looking at lots\nof BDSM sites. Most people, when they search for something on the\ninternet, only look at the first couple of pages, before giving up. I\nwent through more than a hundred before I found what I was looking\nfor. The only problem was that it was not from a UK address, but from\nsome place based in the Netherlands. I didn’t trust that the item\nwould be intercepted by our nosey customs people. The last thing\nwhich I wanted was to end up in the dock. But it wasn’t metal. It\nwouldn’t show up on a scanner at customs (I hoped). So, yes, I made\na trip to the Netherlands to pick it up in person. I felt very\nnervous coming back into the UK. But I sailed through customs. I had\na plan, and what I needed. All I needed was for Leanne to agree to\nthe plan. And, despite that she had given up her safe word, her\nacquiescence was still important to me.

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\nThe next time that Leanne came\nto see me I gave Leanne my answer.

\n “Slave, I have thought\nhard about your request for the removal of your clitoris.” I said.\n“But it is not your clitoris to remove. It is mine. I own you, body\nand soul. The clitoris is the single most sensitive part of a woman’s\nbody. Yes, it can bring pleasure, but it can also bring pain. What\ngives you the right to deny me that chance of torturing your clit?”

\n “Sorry. Master Crowley.”\nLeanne said, as she stared at the floor.

\n “However, I am an\nunderstanding master.” I said. “I have devised a system whereby\nall the pleasure will be mine only. You will be denied orgasms. From\nnow on your clitoris will only be about delivering pain to you. That\nwill be its sole purpose. Over months, and perhaps years to come, I\nwill torture your clit, until there is nothing left to torture. It\nwill be shocked, pierced, and burned. I will use cigarettes on it,\nlike I know that you have fantasised about. I will keep burning your\nclit until it is covered with scar tissue, and you have lost surface\nfeeling. Then I will use a scalpel to remove the surface scars,\nrevealing the new flesh beneath. You have a big clit, the biggest\nthat I have ever seen, and I should be able to do such tortures many,\nmany times before your clit is finally gone.

\n “I know that you frig\nyourself silly at home, thinking about interrogation scenes and\ntorture. That will be denied to you. I have acquired a form of\nchastity belt, which fits a small cup over your clit. That belt will\ndeny you any access to your clit. The belt will only be removed when\nyou come to see me.”

\n I showed her the belt. It\nwas made from a sort of plastic and other neutral materials. There\nwas no metal on it. A person could wear the belt in a shower without\nworrying about it going rusty. A person could almost wear it forever.

\n “Thank you, Master\nCrowley.” Leanne said. “Will you torture my clit now? I need to\nbe put in the belt.”

\n I did not refuse her\nrequest. I didn’t have any cigarettes as yet, as I don’t smoke.\nI’d have to get some mechanical smoker for those. But I had enough\nother stuff. We spent a few lovely hours, with me putting chilli\nsauce on Leanne’s clit, abrading the swollen nub with fine\nsandpaper, sticking needles in it, and then, for an extended period,\nsending electricity through the needles. Afterwards I put Leanne in\nthe clit cup, and she thanked me by sucking me off. Of course I came\nall over her face, before pissing down her throat. She thanked me,\nand went home, the spunk dripping off her face. \n

\n I could not help feeling\nthat, with her now denied the possibility of orgasms, that some new\nboundary had been crossed. And I couldn’t decide whether or not it\nwas a good thing.

\n I wondered if I could get\nhold of a live wasp…

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\nThe End.

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