WARNING: This is a clitoridectomy story. It contains female
clitoris removal. If this is not your
thing, then don't read it. It also contains torture and strong sexual
content, although this is not really a sex story. If you find any of that
offensive, are under the age of 21 or such material is prohibited in your
state or country, then stop reading right here.
This story is intended for mature adults only. This story is fiction, although some parts may be based on real events. Most of this story came strictly from my imagination. Don't even think about trying any thing described in this story.
High Stakes Poker
By Liana M
@(C) Copyright 2010 by Liana M, all rights reserved.
A girl with the nick "hurtmypus" in an extreme BDSM chat room sounded like someone with my kind of fantasies, but I had no idea how this chance meeting would change our lives.
hurtmypus: hello r u a girl
We chatted some about clit torture, but it was late and we both had to get to bed. We exchanged email addresses.
Her name was Janet and we chatted quite a bit after that first night. Janet was into serious clit torture and it is hard to find women interested in that.
One night when I was stuck at home because my friend was sick. I found Janet online. We chatted a bit. Janet thought I should torture my clit since I could not go out. I suggested a simple clit torture game. We would select a torture and roll two dice using an online dice roller. If the roll was 2 through 6, Janet did the torture. If the roll was 8 through 12, I did the torture. If the roll was 7, we both did the torture.
We started out whipping our clits with belts. First 10 strokes for the loser, then 20 and 30. We both lost several times and got our pussies red from the whipping. We were ready for something more intense. After a little discussion I proposed a clothespin applied directly to the clit. Janet added her own twist.
Anna25: clothespin clamped directly on the clit
I used the web site to roll the dice and email us both the results.
Anna25: you are not going to like the roll
I was sore and horny that night. I did my full 24 hours, but 24 hours and 1 minute later I was cumming like crazy.
The next few times we chatted the conversation always came back to the fantasy of wagering our clits.
Janet: But r u really ready to put your clit on the line no going back
A few weeks later I saw a new story on the web from one of my favorite authors, “The Naughty Bits Playoff”. In the story the author, Liana, bet her clit for a guy's penis. She lost the bet, cut off her clit and sent it to the guy!
That story made me so hot. I could not keep my fingers out of my panties. The story described the details of how she cut her clit off. It all sounded so easy. Of course, it was just a story.
I wrote an email to Liana telling her how much I liked the story. I asked her how she came up with all the details. I got a quick reply thanking me for writing. She said the details in the story were based on experience.
The details were based on experience? Whose experience? Liana's experience?
I could feel my panties getting moist as I read the email over and over. There was a woman that really cut her clit off! It was not a fantasy. It could be done. Two women could really play a poker game for clits. I came so hard imagining that.
Next time I chatted with Janet, I had to bring it up.
Over the next month Janet and I chatted once or twice a week. Our chat always came back to torturing our clits and the idea of betting them. For me it was an intense jilling fantasy.
Janet: hi Anna
I was surprised how excited Janet got about the thought of losing her clit or taking mine. Next time we chatted, the conversation quickly came back to the same topic.
Janet: i've been thinking about what we talked about last time
Almost every night I would jill off thinking about this fantasy. I imagined locking my clit in the button cutter guillotine to give Janet a chance at taking it. Then we would lock Janet's clit in the button cutter for my chance to take her clit. Taking turns until one of our clits was in the tray.
The button cutter was a fantasy, of course. I suppose someone could build one, but I couldn't. A poker game with clits for the stakes was something I could really do. I was a pretty good poker player. I had even won a couple of tournaments at local card clubs. Winning a tournament though is a combination of luck and skill. You cannot win by skill alone. I had won in part because the other players underestimated my skill, or maybe they just wanted to lose their chips to an attractive young woman.
In the long run poker results depend on skill, but in the short run results depend more on luck. Bad poker players can win big if they are lucky. If bad players lost every time, they would give up poker quickly. They win often enough that they don't realize they are bad players. That is why poker is a good game.
While I would have an advantage over Janet in a poker game, Janet could get lucky and take my clit.
Janet: hi, how have you been?
I did take a shower and shaved too. Then I did something else and had to clean up my pussy again.
I had put on a t-shirt after my shower, but I took it off and tossed it on the table. I thought I should be naked for this. I spread some old towels on the kitchen floor. I sat on one of the kitchen chairs and spread my legs as wide as I could. I put some alcohol on a pad and rubbed it around my hood. Then I pulled my hood back and rubbed some alcohol on my clit. My clit was still sensitive from cumming a few minutes before and the alcohol felt cold.
I took the alcohol and cleaned the blades on my best scissors.
Anna25: all cleaned, here goes
There was no reply from Janet. She might be ahead of me. I took the scissors and carefully slide the blade up under my hood. The position made it difficult to hold the scissors precisely. I closed my eyes and slowly closed the scissors blades. I felt the pain as the scissors cut into my hood. It was not that bad. I had felt worse, but I didn't want to see the blood.
When it felt like I had cut a few inches up, I opened my eyes. There was blood, but not as much as I feared. I set the scissors aside and wiped up the blood with some cotton pads. I inspected my work and decided I need to cut a bit further up. I cleaned up the scissors again with alcohol and slide the blade further up the hood. This time I didn't close my eyes, just slowly closed the blades.
I cleaned up all the blood with pads. I spread the two flaps of my hood to get a good look at my clit. It looked bigger than I expected. The hood had prevented me from seeing the whole clit all these years. I put pads between the two flaps of my hood to make sure they did not heal back together. I spread some antiseptic along each edge to try to prevent infection.
When I looked at my laptop, I saw Janet had replied.
Janet: i'm done
I looked down at my pussy. What had I done? Had I really taken the first step? Was I going to meet Janet in a hotel room and make my fantasy real? It was an exciting but scary thought.
It took several days for the hood to heal enough I could stop using cotton pads. The area still felt sensitive so I delayed my urge to test my new direct clit access. Before I had been able to see my clit by pulling the hood up. My clit had looked like a small pinkish, whitish ball. Now I could see it wasn't really a ball. It was elongated and bigger than I thought, but still nothing like some of those pics I had seen of huge clits.
I looked for Janet online, but didn't see her for several days. She was probably giving things a rest till she healed.
As the days went by, I got hornier and hornier. Finally, after eight days I had to try. After getting in bed, I started gently rubbing my hood with the flaps held together. I went slowly, but it did not seem to hurt. I was so horny my clit was pulsating from only that indirect stimulation. As I felt the orgasm building, I pushed my fingers between the flaps to directly stimulate the clit. My clit exploded. Strong muscle spasms gripped my pussy, sending pleasurable sensations down my legs and across my stomach. After a dozen or more strong contractions, the spasms grew weaker. I kept my finger on my clit gently massaging out weaker and weaker contraction trying to extract every last bit of pleasure.
I'm not sure how long I lay on my bed after drifting in nirvana. When I finally gained consciousness I realized my fingers and pussy were soaking wet. I got up and cleaned up before heading back to bed. I had no trouble falling right to sleep.
I kept checking every night for Janet online, but it was several days before I finally saw her.
Anna25: hey girl, how are you?
Had I just agreed to play for clits? I guess only if Liana would referee. That was my out. Liana would probably think we were crazy and ignore us.
I composed an email to send to Liana.
I reread the email several times. While the cursor hovered over the send button, I had second thoughts. How would Liana react? Would she think I was crazy? Trying to put her on?
I pressed the send button, and immediately regretted it. I wanted to send another message saying it was not a joke and we were serious, but that would sound stupid.
Oh well. I was not sure I wanted to make this fantasy real. If Liana ignored the email, that was a good excuse. I went to bed.
I didn't check my email until I got home from work the next day. I looked through the emails. There was a reply from Liana.
Wow! She had replied and didn't dismiss the idea outright
I logged on and sent her an IM message, but she did not reply. She probably was not online yet.
An hour later I got a reply.
Liana: hi, Anna
That is I how I came to be toasting a pina colada with Janet and Liana in Le Cabaret under the fake blue sky of the Paris Hotel Casino in Las Vegas.
"Going to be a hot night," Janet said.
"It must be a hundred out there," Liana said.
"But going to be hotter in our room," I said.
"Still chance to change your mind," Liana said.
"I'm not backing out now," I said.
"Me either. I want your clit," Janet said looking at me.
"Not just clits," Liana said. "Thousands of orgasms at stake."
"Really high stakes," I said.
"Only one of us cums on Sunday," Janet said.
"And it isn't going to be me," Liana replied.
Janet and I looked at each other.
"A toast," Liana said. "To great future climaxes."
We raised our glasses. I took a sip of my pina colada. I was hoping it was my future climaxes we were drinking to.
"Time to get this game going," Janet said.
We finished our drinks and walked over to the elevators. I noticed we were attracting some glances from men both young and old.
Liana was 30ish, but she had not let her figure go when she lost her clit. She was slim and wearing a rose pink A-line dress with some embroidery around the neckline. The dress showed off her curves nicely. She had shoulder length redish brown hair.
Janet had a look that I can only describe as restrained goth. She was wearing your basic little black strapless dress. She had short black hair.
I am a petite Vietnamese. Only 5' 1" and just under a hundred pounds. I frequently wear black too, but today I was wearing a fitted, ruched red dress with a single wide strap that started in the middle and went over my left shoulder. My breasts were small, only 32A, but this dressed was fitted so they showed. My black hair was shoulder length in back, shorter on the sides, with bangs.
In the elevator full of middle aged tourists in shorts and t-shirts, the three of us attracted a lot of attention. If they only knew what kind of gambling we were going to do tonight!
The elevator finally arrived at our floor and we walked to the Calais Suite.
"Wow," Liana said as she walked in the door. "This must be really expensive."
"Nothing but the best for such an important occasion," I said.
"We only got it because of a cancellation," Janet said.
The suite had a separate bedroom and living/dining room. There was a black wooden dining room table with seating for four, as well as couch, chairs and small bar.
"Let's get things set up," I said. I picked the vase of flowers on the dining room table and moved it to the bar.
Then I went in the bedroom to get my poker equipment, 4 decks of cards and a big box of assorted poker chips. Janet was getting an assortment of chains, leather cuffs and locks.
"You girls came equipped for this," Liana said.
"We will both be chained to the table for the duration of the game," Janet said. "You will be holding the keys to unlock the winner at the end."
"Oh, yes," Liana said. "That's what I'm here for."
"Can you deal too?" I asked.
"I suppose," Liana said. "Holdem?"
"Yep," I said.
"Before we get started," Liana said. "Don't you think you ought to show what you are wagering? Just to make sure you both still have it."
"Put our money ... er ... clits on the table," Janet said.
"Good idea," I said.
I unzipped my dress, pushed the strap down over my arm and slid out of the dress. I laid the dress on the couch. I unfastened my bra and set it aside. I was wearing a bra only to cover my barbell nipple piercings. I did not need a bra for support. I pushed my panties down and stepped out of them.
Janet was not far behind me in undressing.
"I'll go first," I said.
I sat down in one of the big soft chairs next to the window. I leaned back and spread my legs wide. I've usually been trimmed with a racing strip, but for this occasion I had shaved myself clean. My clit was tingling in anticipation. I gently spread the flaps of my hood to reveal my clit.
"There is the little button," I said.
Janet leaned in to take a closer look.
"Is going to look good in a bottle on my night stand," Janet said.
"You have to win it first," I said. "Your turn."
Janet sat down in the other chair. She was still wearing her bra. Her breast were much bigger than mine, probably a C or D cup. She quickly spread her legs and pulled her hood flaps open. Her clit was larger than mine too.
"Now that is a nice big one," I said. "You are going to miss it when it is gone."
"Ha," said Janet. "Not a chance."
"As much as you abuse that clit," I said. "I'm not even sure it still works."
"Oh, it works just fine," Janet said.
"You torture you clit?" Liana asked.
"Yes, we both do," Janet replied.
"But she does it much more than I do," I said.
"I use to torture my clit too," Liana said. "When I still had one."
"Hmmm, How do we know you don't still have a clit," Janet said. "We showed you ours. Can you show us where yours use to be."
"Don't believe me, eh," Liana said as she started to unzip her dress. "Ok, I'll show you."
Liana lay her dress on the couch. She then slipped her panties off and sat down on the couch. She spread her legs wide and then slowly spread her hood. It was pink inside, but there was no clit. There was just a hint of a scare where the clit had been.
"Amazing," I said.
"That is hot Liana," Janet said.
Liana closed her legs again.
"One of you will be like that tomorrow," Liana said.
"Anna will be like that," Janet said.
"You got to win first," I said.
"We've all seen the stakes," Liana said, "Are we ready to start?"
"Yes," Janet said.
"Let's go for it," I said.
"Then let the game begin," Liana said. "Only one of us will have a clit tomorrow."
"Let's drink a toast," I said.
Janet went and got a bottle of white wine out of the refrigerator and poured three glasses.
"Ok," Janet said raising her glass. "May the best clit win."
We all took a sip of wine.
"Those who are about to be clitless salute you," I said as I raise my glass.
"Time to get chained to the table," Janet said.
We went over to the dining room table. Janet had fastened two long chains. Each chain was fastened to a leather cuff. Janet fastened one cuff to my leg with a padlock.
Janet handed the key to Liana.
"You won't need this key," Janet said. "Anna is going to lose."
"Hey," I said. "Even if I lose, you still need the key to let me go eventually."
Janet locked herself into the other leather cuff.
"True," Janet said as she handed the other key to Liana. "But this is the key you will need first."
Liana dropped the two keys in an envelope and set it on a table at the other end of the room.
"Hey we should have put our panties back on before the cuffs," I said.
"Too late now," Janet said. "Might as well play naked."
I was already naked. Janet unfastened her bra and tossed it away. Janet had nipple rings to go with her large breasts.
"Well, if you are going to be naked," Liana said. "Then I guess you dealer should be naked too."
Liana unfastened her bra and tossed it on the couch. Liana's breast were larger than mine, but smaller than Janet's. Both Liana and Janet's breast sagged a little without a bra, while mine were perky.
I started cutting out the chips.
"These chips are $100,000 each," I said counting out 8 for each of us. "These are $10,000 chips," I said, counting out 15 chips for each of us. "These chips are $5000 chips," I said, counting out 10 chips.
"So a million dollars each," I said. "Blinds start at $5000/$10,000"
"Let the game begin," Liana said.
At first Janet was very cautions. I would always raise or fold my small blind, but Janet usually just called. When she did raise, I knew she had a good hand. We traded small wins back and forth, but we both were careful and didn't take any risks. When the blinds went up to $10,000/$20,000 I was up only up a little.
Janet clearly didn't know what she was doing, but that made her less predictable and a more dangerous opponent.
I had been raising to $40,000 on any hand I wanted to play, so when I got K♥ K♠, I just raised to $40,000 like other hands. Janet called, but folded to a small flop bet.
Some hands later I got A♦ Q♥ and raised to $40,000. Janet called. The flop was ace high. I bet $60,000 and much to my surprise, Janet called. The turn was a queen. I now had top two pair. I bet $200,000.
Janet looked surprised. She counted out $400,000 in chips.
"Raise," she said and she pushed the chips into the pot.
I was shocked. Would Janet do this with a lesser 2 pair? She could not have a straight or flush on the board, but she might have a set. If I called, Janet might push the river.
Janet flashed pocked 3s. There was a 3 on the flop, so she had a set. I had dodged a bullet by folding, but Janet was now ahead in chips.
A while later Janet raised to $40,000. I looked at A♣ 5♠, and called. The flop was A♦ 3♠ 8♦. We both checked. The turn was a 4♣. I checked and Janet bet $40,000.
That seemed to be a bet Janet wanted me to call, so I called.
The river was a 2♥. I checked and Janet bet $100,000.
I was sure I had her with my straight. I raised to $200,000.
Janet stared at me for what seemed like a very long time, and then just called.
I showed my straight. Janet tossed her A♥ K♣ on the table in disgust.
The binds moved up to $20,000/$40,000. Janet was becoming more aggressive. She was raising preflop a lot and her raises were usually $100,000. As much as she was raising, I figured she had to be bluffing most of the time. She still folded to most of my raises.
Janet raised to $100,000 and I looked at my cards and see A♠ Q♠. I called.
Flop was J♦ 4♠ 9♣. We both checked. Turn was a 3♠. Janet bet another $100,000 into the pot. Was she bluffing? I thought she was, but how could I call? I had a flush draw, but 5 to 1 odds of making it. I didn't have the odds to call, but I might have the best hand. Hoping Janet didn't have a pair, I called. The river was a 6♦. Janet bet $200,000. Janet had been reluctant to bet the turn with a bluff earlier. She must have a pair. I folded.
My chip stack was getting small.
A few hands later Janet raised to $100,000 again. I looked at my hand and found T♣ T♠. I called.
Flop was Q♥ T♦ 6♠. Bingo.
Janet bet $100,000. She must have a pair. I called.
Turn was A♥. There were two hearts now but no flush possible yet. Janet bet $100,000. Wow! Did she have KJ for the straight? I had to call.
River was 5♠, no flush possible. Janet bet $200,000. Well, this was it. I had to go all in to cover her bet, so my clit was on the line. If Janet had KJ, I was clitless. I pushed my clips into the pot.
"Yahoo," yelled Janet. "Your clit is a mine."
Janet turned over A♠ 6♦.
I calmly turned over my tens for a set.
"Damn," Janet said. "You lucked out that time."
I stacked my chips. Janet still had more chips than I did, but we were close to even.
After that I stole a few blinds from Janet with moderate hands. She suddenly seemed more cautious. She was not raising preflop anymore. When she did raise, I always folded weak holdings.
Janet completed her small blind without raising. I looked at my cards and found A♦ 4♠. I just checked. Flop was J♥ 4♦ 4♥. Janet bet $50,000.
It was unlikely she had a four. Did she have a jack or a pocket pair. I just called.
Turn was a 7♣. Janet bet $100,000. Wow. What on earth did she have. Should I raise now or just call? I decided to just call. River was Q♠. Janet bet $200,000. That bet scared me. I could just call it and play it safe. If Janet had QQ, JJ or 77 she had me beat, but those hands seem very unlikely. If I raised her, she would raise me back with any of those hands. In a tournament I would definitely raise here, but that could put my clit in the pot again. I had to be careful. I just called.
Janet flipped over pocket kings. I showed my trip fours.
"God, you are a luck box," Janet said. "I can't beat you."
I was now substantially ahead on chips, but Janet still had a good stack. I started to attack her blinds. The blinds moved up to $40,000/$80,000. Janet hit what must have been a dry spell of cards. I was raising every hand and she folded most. I even stole her blind with 9 3. Janet's stack had dwindled to little more than the $80,000 big blind.
I had T♦ 8♣ and raised to $100,000 because Janet didn't even have enough chips to cover that bet. Janet called with all her chips. She flipped over A♥ 8♠.
"Come on," Janet said.
I flipped over my T♦ 8♣.
"I've got you," Janet said.
"Well preflop you do," I replied.
Liana burned a card, counted out the three cards for the flop, then turned them over.
Flop was T♠ 3♥ K♥.
"Come on," I said. "No aces."
Turn was a 7♠.
"Ace," Janet said.
River was an A♣.
"Alright," Janet yelled. Janet's breasts bounced up and down as she waved her hands in the air.
Of course she was still very low on chips.
We traded a few small pots. Janet gained a few more chips in the exchange.
Then Janet bet all in from the small blind. I looked at my hand. I had K♣ T♥. If Janet had a strong hand, she would just make a small raise hoping for a call. Going all in must be a steal attempt. My hand should be a slight favorite or at least even money, but it wasn't money we were betting. Janet had her clit in the pot, and even if she won and doubled up, I would still be ahead on chips. I called.
Janet flipped over her cards and stood up. She had a Q♣ J♥, better than what I expected. I flipped over my K♣ T♥.
Liana burned a card, counted out the 3 flop cards and flipped them over. They were J♣ 8♥ 5♦.
Damn, Janet had a pair.
Liana burned a card and flipped over a 2♣.
"Give me a king," I said.
Liana burned another card and flipped over a 3♠.
"Yah," Janet exclaimed with delight, her breast bouncing as she danced around. "I'm back in the game."
Janet became more aggressive. A few hands later Janet put in her usual raise to $150,000. I had T♠ 9♥ and called.
Liana spread out the flop of 8♣ J♥ 2♣. I had an open ended straight draw. Janet checked and I checked.
Liana burned a card, and flipped over the 2♥. Janet's eyes seem to light up at the second two. Did she have A2 or something. She checked. I checked too.
Liana burned another card and put the 4♦ on the board.
Janet stared at me longer than usual and then checked. I was unlikely to win without a bluff river bet, but the way Janet was acting, she had something and was waiting for me to bluff. I just checked.
"What," Janet said, flipping over 2♦ 2♠. "Why didn't you bet."
"Cause I had nada," I said, flipping over my cards.
I dodged a bullet there. If I had rivered the straight, I would have put Janet all in and she would have doubled up again. As it was Janet's stack was getting closer to mine.
A few hands later I found Q♥ Q♦ in the small blind. I raised to $150,000. Janet looked at her cards, thought for a minute and called.
Liana spread out the flop. It was 6♠ 3♠ 2♦. Great flop for me, but chances were Janet had nothing. I checked and Janet checked.
Liana burned and dealt a 5♥ as the turn. If Janet had a four, she had a straight, but I thought that was very unlikely. I checked. Janet checked too.
Liana delt the river, a J♦.
I bet $150,000. Janet stared at me for a minute then threw her cards away.
"You must have something better than mine," Janet said.
A few hands later I won a similar pot with A♦ 4♦. Neither of us had a pair, but my ace high was good.
After we folded a few blinds, I got A♠ 4♥ and raised to $150,000. Janet called.
Liana spread out a flop of 8♦ 3♠ 9♦. I checked and Janet checked.
Liana dealt the A♦ as the turn. Bingo. I checked expecting Janet to bluff, but she checked too.
Liana dealt a 7♠ as the river.
I bet $150,000. Janet stared at me for a while.
"I'm all in," Janet said.
Yikes. Did she have the diamond flush? A set? Some two pair hand? I didn't think she would be bluffing here.
I shook my head and tossed my hand away.
"I hope you weren't bluffing," I said.
"Never," replied Janet. "I'm not bluffing you out of your clit, I'm taking it fair and square."
After folding blinds back and forth I won a small pot with 9♠ 8♥ when I got a 8 high flop. Janet folded to my bet. That put me back slightly ahead in chips.
We both folded away for a while. Janet raised again to $150,000. I peaked and had 7♥ 8♠. I called.
Liana burned a card, dealt out the flop cards and flipped them over. The flop was 3♠ 6♠ 5♦. I had an open ended straight draw, but no pair. On the other hand, Janet probably didn't have a pair either. Janet checked. I decided to try to steal the pot and bet $150,000.
Janet thought for a long time, and then just called. What did she have?
Liana burned a card and turned over 9♥ for the turn giving me a straight. My heart jumped, but I tried to remain outwardly clam. Janet must have something. Maybe a pair? two pair? a set? Janet checked.
I eyed Janet's stack. I wanted to bet some amount less than her stack, but not so small too look suspicious. I bet $150,000.
Janet stared at me.
"You're bluffing," Janet said. "Maybe you have a flush draw, but you got nada."
I did not say a thing and tried to keep my face blank.
"All in," Janet announced pushing all her chips.
Holy crap. I looked at the board. I had the nuts, but I could be beaten by a flush on the river. I called.
Janet flipped over A♠ 5♠. So she had a pair and the nut flush draw. I flipped my cards over and Janet's mouth dropped open.
"Shit," Janet said. "Give me a spade."
Liana burned a card, and dealt the river, a 2♦.
Janet let out a gasp. I could not believe my luck. How could Janet be so stupid as go all in with a pair of fives and a flush draw.
"I was sure you were bluffing," Janet said. "There were no big cards out there. You always play big cards."
"Not always, I guess," I said with a broad smile. "That lesson cost you your clit."
Liana walk over to get the envelope with the keys. I sat down and lifted my foot up so Liana could unlock it.
"So where are we going to do it?" I asked.
"I think this table would do fine," Liana said.
"Fuck you," Janet said. "You just got lucky."
"Are you trying to renege?" I asked.
"Fuck no," Janet said. "You can have my clit. I'm just saying you were fucking lucky that's all."
"Yeah," I said. "I was lucky."
Lucky to be playing against someone stupid enough to go all in with a pair of fives and a flush draw.
I cleared all the cards and chips off the table.
Liana and I both looked at Janet.
"OK, OK," Janet said. She sat down on the table and slid around to face us.
"Lay down and spread your legs," Liana said.
Janet looked at us.
"I still can't fucking believe you won," Janet said.
"Believe it," I said. "Soon you can look were your clit use to be, if you still can't believe it."
"You need to lay down," Liana said. "I have a pain killer. It will be over in a few minutes."
Janet slowly laid back on the table. She spread her arms above her head and spread her legs. Her eyes seem focused on the ceiling above.
"Fasten her arms to the table legs," Liana said as she handed me a couple of leather cuffs with ropes attached. "I'll tie the legs."
Liana picked up a towel.
"We should get this under you," Liana said.
She slide the towel under Janet's bottom.
I fastened the cuffs to Janet's wrists and then pulled the cords under the table. I climbed under the table and secured the ropes to the table legs.
Liana was busy unpacking some equipment.
"You want a final orgasm?" I asked.
"Fuck, yeah," Janet replied. "You promised."
"I will always remember my last orgasm," Liana said.
"I'm sure Janet will remember her last one too," I said.
I went around the table and stood between Janet's legs. I bent over and ran my tongue up her pussy to her hood. She was very wet and tasted salty. Janet moaned a little. I ran my tongue back and forth on her hood. I started slowly and gently. As Janet moaned louder, my tongue got faster and pressed down harder.
Janet's hips began rocking rythmically. I could tell Janet was getting close. I ran the tip of my tongue up into her hood, opening the flaps. I flicked my tongue back and forth directly on her clit. Janet cried out and tried to push her pelvis into my face, but the ropes restrained her. Janet cried out and her body convulsed within the constraints of the ropes. I did my best to keep my tongue on her clit as her body trashed around.
When Janet started to relax, I slowed down, took my tongue out of her hood flaps, but still kept some gentle pressure on the hood. I slowly massaged her hood hopping I was nursing a few more small contractions out of it.
Finally, I lifted my head.
"That was you're last orgasm," I said. "I hope it was a good one."
Janet didn't reply.
"That was hot," Liana said. "Thank you for sharing."
"Now it is time to collect my winnings," I said.
"Indeed," Liana said. "Time to collect all those orgasms Janet will not be having."
Liana went over to the bar and came back with a tube.
"This is Emla cream," Liana said. "It's a topical pain killer. I imagine your clit is pretty sensitive right now. It will help some, but there will probably still be some pain."
Janet did not say anything. She still seemed to be out of it.
Liana gently spread Janet's hood and started rubbing the Emla cream all around the clit and inside of the hood. Janet's clit was going to sleep, never to wake again, but my clit was tingling.
"That should do it," Liana said.
"How long will the pain killer take?" I asked.
"A few minutes," Liana said.
"This is medical grade super glue," Liana said. "We will use it to seal the wound."
"Superglue?" I asked.
"Yes, but medical grade," Liana said.
"OK," I said. "Learn something every day."
"Let's see how her clit is doing," Liana said.
Liana went to the table and spread Janet's hood. She gently touched her clit and rubbed it.
"How does that feel?" Liana asked.
"Shit," Janet said. "I can't even feel my clit anymore."
"And you won't be feeling it," I said. "Ever again."
Liana took a small scalpel and cleaned the blade with some alcohol. Then she handed the scalpel and a pair of tweezers to me.
"Get a hold of the clit and pull up on it with the tweezers," Liana said. "Then cut it off as low down as possible. You want to make sure you get all of it."
"Fuck you," said Janet. "Yeah, take it all."
"I'll hold her hood open for you," Liana said. "And I trust Janet won't give us any trouble."
"Why would I give you trouble?" Janet said with a sarcastic voice. "You're only cutting my fucking clit off."
"I won it fair and square," I said.
My clit was tingling with excitement and my heart was racing as Liana spread Janet's hood flaps. Janet's clit was an elongated pinkish white blub. I grabbed the top of the clit with the tweezers. Janet barely reacted. Clearly the pain killer was working. I worked the scalpel up to the base of the clit, pushed it down to cut as low as possible, then sliced Janet's clit off in a single stroke.
The scalpel was very sharp and it hardly took any force to slice all the way through. I lifed Janet's clit away with the tweezers.
"Got it," I said holding it up in the tweezers.
Liana spread some antiseptic on a cotton pad and cleaned up the blood that was running from the wound. Then she took the tube of super glue and squeezed some of it onto the wound. The bleeding quickly stopped.
"There," Liana said. "Let it dry for a few minutes and should be good to move around."
Liana then handed me a bottle. I dropped Janet's clit into the bottle.
I walked over and shoved the bottle in Janet's face.
"Your former clit," I said. "Now mine."
"Fuck," Janet said. "Can you unfasten me now?"
"I guess we can," Liana said. "Don't try to touch it. You are going to be really sore when the pain killer wears off. You'll be a lot better in 5 days or so, but it'll take 3 or 4 weeks to completely heal."
"And even when you are completely healed, you'll still be clitless," I said waving the bottle.
Liana reached under the table and untied the ropes to Janet's feet. I went around and untied Janet's hands. Then I unfastened the leather cuffs.
Janet sat up on the table and looked down at her pussy. She gentle spread her hood flaps.
"Fuck," Janet said.
"You can fuck all you want," I said. "But you are not cumming." I waved the bottle to show her clit.
"Fuck you," Janet said as she climbed down off the table. "You were so fucking lucky."
"Lucky?" I said. "Yeah it was all luck, but I'm still leaving with your clit in my purse and I'm the one that is going to cum tonight."
"I bet you are turned on," Liana said. "I know I am, but I can't do anything about it."
"Well, I can," I said. "And I will as soon as I get back to my room."
Liana stared at me.
"Well...," she said. "We could ... you know ... show Janet."
I looked at Liana not sure that she meant what I thought.
"I mean show Janet what she won't be doing," Liana said.
"You mean ...," I said. "... masturbate?"
"If you like," Liana said. "But I was thinking ... I could help ..."
"Oh," I said. "And make Janet watch?"
"Yes," Liana said. "You won Janet's clit, so she should reward you, but I can understand why you would be afraid of that. I'd be happy to do the honors. You would be getting your clit licked by a clitless woman."
"Wow, hot idea," I said. "I think we should tie Janet to a chair to make sure she watches."
We both turned and looked at Janet.
"A good idea," Liana said.
"What?" Janet asked.
"Sit down in this chair," I said pointing to one of the dinning room chairs.
"What are you going to do," Janet said as she slowly sat down in the chair. "Use toothpicks to keep my eyes open."
"Hardly," I said, as I tied Janet's hands to the back of the chair. "You can close your eyes, but you are going to hear."
I looked around.
"Let's use this chair," I said.
I turned one of the big, soft chairs to face Janet.
"I'll get a towel," I said.
I came back from the bathroom and spread the towel on the chair.
I turned and looked at Liana.
"I've never done this before," Liana said sheepishly.
Liana was several inches taller than I was and I had to look up at her.
"I'm sure you will do a good job," I said.
I smiled and stood up on my tiptoes to kiss Liana on the lips. As I pulled Liana closer her breasts pressed against my chest. Liana had a nice figure and her breast while not big were larger than my 32As.
Liana's hands ran over my breasts and down to my pussy.
"Hmmm," Liana said. "You are wet."
I sat down in the chair, slide down and spread my legs wide. Liana knelt between my legs and kissed my stomach. She ran her tongue along my thighs and then around my pussy. She spread my labia and ran her tongue up my pussy to the hood, pushing it apart and running her tongue right over my clit. My clit was instantly tingling and I struggled to avoid cumming too quickly. Liana slowly began to flick her tongue back and forth on my hood.
I looked up at Janet. She closed her eyes and looked away, but she had clearly been watching. I closed my eyes and moaned softly as Liana's tongue gently massaged my clit through the hood. I placed my hands on Liana's head to make sure she didn't stop. The tension was building in my pelvis. I couldn't hold it back much longer.
Liana pushed her tongue between my hood flaps and ran her tongue back and forth over my clit. I cried out as the waves of pleasure radiated out from my pussy. I trust my hips shoving my pussy into Liana's face. She somehow kept her tongue on my clit as the waves of pleasure rolled across my stomach and down my legs.
I let my hips drop back on the chair. Liana pressed her tongue gently on my hood applying small motion and light pressure that eeked out smaller and smaller contractions. When the contractions were undetectable, I pushed Liana away and lay back in the chair.
I opened my eyes. Liana was still kneeling between my legs with a smile on her face. Janet quickly looked away.
"God, that was fantastic," I said after a few moments.
"Now that your disgusting little display is over," Janet said. "Can you fucking untie me. I think those pain killers are starting to wear off."
"No problem," Liana said as she stood up.
Liana untied Janet releasing her from the chair.
I gathered my senses and stood up.
"Did you enjoy the show?" I asked Janet.
"Fuck you," Janet said.
"Oh, I'll be doing some fucking soon," I said. "Just I'll be cumming when I fuck and you won't."
Janet glared at me.
"I have some pain killers and sleeping pills you can take," Liana said. "You should get as much sleep as you can over the next couple of days."
"Yeah," Janet said. "You two can have a fucking good time tonight."
Janet took the pills and walked into the bedroom.
"I'll be back later to check on you," Liana said, but Janet just closed the door without answering.
Liana and I looked at each other. We were both naked.
"Want to go have some fun?" I asked.
"Of course," Liana said. "God that was hot. This is one of those times when I really miss my clit."
"You do?" I asked.
"Oh god, yes" Liana said. "I'm so horny right now."
"Then maybe we should get out there and have some fucking fun," I said.
Liana smiled and went to find her clothes.
A few minutes later we were both dressed, and I walked out of the hotel room with Janet's clit in my purse.
We met in the lobby an hour later after freshening up in our rooms. We were both sharply dressed and I could see we were attracting some stares from the tourists. We ended up across the street at the Fontana Bar in the Bellagio to watch the light show and sip some champagne.
It didn't take long before we attracted the attention of several young men. We chatted and drank with a few, before Liana left with someone who had caught her fancy. I guess she was really horny.
I took a little while longer, before leaving with the most promising looking young guy. He turned out to have a pretty average cock, but he knew how to please a woman, so we both had a fulfilling night.
The next morning Liana and I met for a late breakfast. She had checked on Janet, but had to leave now.
After breakfast and thanking Liana for all her help, I went up and woke Janet to move her out of the suite to her other room. We had only rented that expensive suite for 1 night. Janet was groggy, but I got her in some underwear and a robe and convinced her to take the elevator down to her other room.
I checked us out of the suite and headed out to find a little poker action. Cash games lack some of the excitement of betting your clit, but I had to find something interesting to do for the next couple days. I found some soft tourist filled games where the old men just didn't believe I knew what I was doing and paid me off over and over.
I checked on Janet that night and again the next morning. She seemed to be getting better, was still sore and kind of out of it.
When I went back to check on Janet again before dinner, the key card did not work anymore and the hotel said that Janet had checked out.
I left Janet some messages and emailed her to make sure everything was alright, but I didn't hear from her for weeks.
Finally, in early August I got a brief email.
I replied asking how she was adjusting, but didn't get an answer.
Out of the blue in late October I got a chat message.
Janet: hey, how are you?
That night I stared at the tiny mound of flesh in the bottle that had been Janet's clit. There was so much pleasure concentrated in those nerve endings. I slowly rubbed my clit with my finger, letting the tension build to the point it was hard to resist cumming. Janet could never feel this. I had all her important nerve endings right there in the bottle. My pussy exploded and waves of pleasure rolled across my body.
I tightened the muscles in my legs to make it more intense and finally collapsed on my bed. I drifted off into a nirvana state where my mind had been cleansed of carnal desires.
As I regained my senses, I picked up the bottle again and looked at what remained of Janet's clit. My fingers could get me to nirvana, but Janet had lost her key to ecstasy. It made me hot to know I held that key right in my hand. Somewhere out there tonight Janet was horny as hell but could only look where her clit use to be and try to remember what an orgasm felt like.
I would like to thank Janet for being the inspiration for this story and for providing some of the dialog. I want to thank Dani for her frequent chats and suggestions.