Author's note: Female Genital Mutilation as practiced in the real world is a cruel, terrible, non-consensual act and no person should be forced to submit to it. I oppose it in all its forms.

I asked when we were in bed together, while we were spooning. Mistress is tall and muscle-y and I'm very petite, so it's like I'm a living cuddle toy, all naked and soft against her. I always feel so safe when she holds me like that, and so proud that she values keeping me so close. We often fall asleep like that, and waking up with her arms around me is so wonderful.

That night though, I chose that time because it was dark and she wouldn't be able to see my face, because I was really scared. Scared of what she'd say, but also scared of saying it, because then it wouldn't just be an idea, it would be a thing that might happen. But I wanted it to happen and so, while she was petting my hair, I said it.

“Mistress, um...”

“Yes, pet?”

“I, um... I've been thinking about my birthday.”

“Oh? What about it?”

“Well, you told me to think about what I might like for it, and I have an idea.”

“Good girl. Sweet sixteen, a pretty big deal, huh?”

“Yeah... So, Mistress, I'd like to get... my, um... parts...”

“What's the matter, Erica? You sound pretty embarrassed.”

“Oh Mistress, what I'd like is... circumcised. My cunt, if...”

I was on the verge of tears. Mistress turned me to face her, pressing me close, touching my cheek and stroking my back.

“You want to be trimmed? A labioplasty? I know you're still self-conscious about them, and more and more girls are having plastic surgery, but honestly I expected a car or a new laptop or something.”

My face was getting damp with tears and my voice was quavering.

“No Mistress, not just that. You own me and I'm your property and my body belongs to you, so it's up to you, but I want to get it all removed, my lips, my hood, my clit, all of it.”

“Wow-weee. You are my property and it is up to me, so can you explain why you want this?”

“Because then I'll only be able to cum when you let me, from pain when you're beating me. I'll have no other way because there'll be nothing to touch. I'll be too tight to get a dildo in, so I'll never cum without you getting your pleasure.”

“That's an extreme way of going about it, especially since it's irreversible. It would be a hugely submissive act, a lot more even than when you became my slave. What made you think of asking for this?”

“I'm sorry! If you're not okay, I... I shouldn't ask for... I'm sorry...”

I was choking back sobs now, but Mistress held me tight and soothed me.

“No no, Erica, there's nothing wrong, it's alright, nothing's the matter, I want to understand your feelings, that's all, pretty pet. You're my slave and I love you.”

She rocked me and helped me calm down; knowing she wasn't angry was a huge relief. We nuzzled and she kissed my face until I was ready to explain more.

“It's for me and for you, Mistress. Giving up those parts, submitting to you in such a big way. But it also means I can't be tempted, and thinking about being sewn shut and how it... how I would look, I want that so badly. I mean, feel how wet my pussy is.”

My cunt often shows what I most desire, whether my words can explain it or not. I was very, very wet down there despite my anxiety. Just the brush of Mistress' fingers was enough to make me moan and shudder; I was close to cumming just from talking about this.

“Oh my, this is a big fantasy for you, I had no idea. Tell me how it works so I can consider it properly.”

I gulped and explained that it's called 'infibulation' or 'type 3 modification'. It would involve removing my inner labia, my clitoral hood and all my external clitoris. Then my outer labia would be sewn together, leaving just a little hole at the entrance to my vagina. There'd be nothing to touch and no way to insert anything.

“But what about peeing? Or periods?”

“Oh, there's a little tube that goes in the end of your pee hole and between where you're sewn so that you can pee normally. You can still get a mini tampon in or just use pads. And we'd already talked about me using the no-period BC like you do, remember?”

“I see. This is a really big thing and not just for you. I like your body and I may decide to keep it the way it is. Since you seem to want this so much, I will need to think carefully about it, and you should be prepared for me to say no. You're my slave, after all.”

“Yes, Mistress. I understand. If you need me to, I can show you where I did my research.”

“Good girl. I think you deserve to cum for being so honest about such a scary thing.”

I wiggled in happiness at her praise. There is something you should understand about Mistress. Despite being a considerate and fair person, she is very sexually sadistic. I'm very masochistic, so we're very compatible. I can cum just from pain, and she loves to hurt me.

“Mistress, thank you, and can you make me cum with the cane, please?”

“It'll be twelve with the fibreglass cane. Still want it?”

Mistress hits really hard, and that would be a dozen big welts, probably half on them on my thighs. It would hurt to sit down for a couple of days at least. I'd probably cum at least twice from being caned like that.

“Yes, very much, Mistress!”

Mistress took a week to do her research and gather her thoughts, and it was a long week for me. I tried to put it out of my mind, but I kept coming back to the pictures I'd seen of how I'd look, and wondering what she'd thought when she'd looked at them, and whether she was disappointed with me for asking to be circumcised at all...

She called me to the den after I'd put away the dinner dishes and I knelt in front of her chair. I just knew that she wanted to talk about it and I tried to keep my face neutral as I looked up from between her legs.

“It's okay Erica, I understand you're nervous.”

I've never been good at hiding my feelings, and even if I was, what girl wouldn't be nervous at a time like that?

“You asked me for a very unconventional birthday present, and you took me by surprise. I've spent a lot of time reading about what this level of female circumcision involves and how it could affect the rest of your life. I also researched whether it would be legal, even with my consent, and what the logistics of getting it done would be.”

Even though my arms usually go together behind my back when I'm in this pose, I found my right hand going between my legs. Mistress raised an eyebrow but gave a tiny nod to let me know I could keep it there. I have a love-hate relationship with my labia, how long and prominent they are, but they're a part of me and part of a very pleasurable part at that, so touching them was providing a little bit of comfort.

“The way you framed your request as an act of submission also took me by surprised and I've been considering that as well. Your vagina is the least-used of your holes, certainly, but that doesn't mean I'd discard it lightly.”

I was already squirming, bracing myself for the inevitable rejection, trying my best not to leak from my eyes while still looking up at my Mistress' face.

“You're a diligent, respectful, trusting, loving slave and you're my most prized possession. I would never myself have thought to modify you in such a way. I've considered the matter carefully, as I said I would, and after everything I've learned, I've decided that you will receive your birthday present. You will be circumcised in the way you asked.”

I could hardly believe my ears at first, but then it hit me and I sat up and threw my arms around Mistress' waist, crying happy tears on her shirt.

“Thank you thank you thankyouthankyou Mistress thankyouthankyou!”

She held me against her, my waist between her thighs, my head at her breast, while emotion swirled around inside me. I was going to get the perfect, flat, sexless mound I wanted, give up control of my orgasms to my Mistress permanently and know that every orgasm I did have would come from the kind of pain I always craved. Every day I'd see myself naked and be reminded of what I had chosen to discard. The only moment happier than this had been when I felt Mistress' collar click shut around my neck.

I'm not normally a very impatient person, but I counted the days until my birthday, always afraid that Mistress might change her mind even though my excitement never wavered. It was easier to live with the way my pussy looked, because I knew it was a temporary arrangement. We'd found someone quite close by who came highly recommended, a specialist in genital modification and an expert practitioner in the field.

Mistress and I met her for a consultation and that's when it truly became real for me. She was a middle aged woman with a southern accent and a lot of charm (“Call me Annette, dearie”). I was completely at ease being examined by her, laid back with my feet in the stirrups, her small fingers gently exploring my pubic area. I was wet with excitement – quite damp in fact – but she was unfazed, telling me it was common among women seeking this level of modification. She pronounced me completely suitable for the procedure.

Since my birthday was on a Sunday, we booked my circumcision for the very next day. I marked my calendar and each night told myself, “One less sleep until my present!”

We hadn't told anyone exactly what my birthday present was, so I had a couple of awkward moments at the party. Mistress had invited our close friends, all of them Mistresses and their slaves or submissives, but I still had to field the questions with, “It's a special thing, I want to wait to show people at the right time” or, “I haven't got it yet so I'd rather not say” and so on. Everyone was polite and no-one tried to probe the mystery further.

I hadn't slept well in the past several days. I'd keep waking up and finding myself turned on even if I couldn't remember what I'd been dreaming about. I've never been allowed to masturbate or cum without Mistress' permission, so I couldn't do anything about it. But we finished the party with the guests (even some of the slaves) each giving me sixteen whacks of the paddle. Mistress gave me permission to have exactly one orgasm after each set, which was incredibly hot and enormously tortuous. I don't think there was a single set where I didn't cum afterwards and at the end I was covered in sweat and with pussy juice all down my legs, and so worn out I could hardly even crawl to the door to say goodbye. That final night, I slept like a baby.

I almost talked Mistress' ear off on the drive to the clinic, my energy going all over the place as I tried to think about anything but what was going to happen to me. I was really afraid, but I think that was a natural thing. Getting surgery like that, any sane person should be afraid. Of course, I was almost consumed with happy excitement, but I like to think I'm a sensible person. Sensible for a teenager, anyway!

I don't remember much before Annette came in. I know a nurse washed me after I was strapped in the chair. Mistress says that I kissed my hand and said, “Goodbye, lady bits” when I got to touch them for the last time. It's all so vague now.

Annette checked me over again, asked me twice (and Mistress) to be sure I knew exactly what was going to happen, and that I wanted it to happen. She gave me a couple of shots to numb the area while she made sure everything was ready.

I wasn't fully numb and that was deliberate. I knew I'd be so high on adrenalin and endorphins that it'd hurt less, but I also wanted it to hurt. I was sure it'd be good pain and my cunt's last feelings would be masochistic ones. Annette had said she'd seen this approach work fine before, but only once, and she was prepared to give me anaesthetic as soon as I needed it.

I was almost gushing girl-cum, so much that for one horrible moment I thought she might decide to call it off, but it didn't matter. She said it was nothing she hadn't seen before and reminded me that most women having this procedure were sexually excited by it.

There was a mirror so I could get a good view as she worked. My hood was the first thing to go. It felt like a hot wire being scraped across me, very much a stinging, but not too bad. Cane strokes are hotter. Then she nicked both sides of my clit right at the base and that hurt a LOT. It was good that they'd strapped me down, because I would've launched out of the chair. I thrashed my head and ground my teeth and the agony just kept blazing. Bad pain. Very bad pain. Not good.

I'm very good at processing pain and that's part of why I'm such a heavy masochist. It took all my willpower to start processing it, turning it into good pain, moving it through my body. I think of pain as liquid pouring into a stone bowl and I let it drain little by little so the bowl never overflows. Those two small cuts made the liquid rise so fast, but I held it together.

My fingers and toes had just relaxed when she put her scalpel to my left labium. She pulled the skin tight, my wrinkly purple lip, so weird to see like that, and with one quick slice it was off. She was so quick that it was done and something put on to stop the bleeding before I even really felt the pain. It was almost as bad as the clit, but not quite as bad, and I kept emptying and emptying that stone bowl, focusing on that mental exercise.

“Erica, you have permission to cum as much as you like. Cum if you need to, don't hold back.”

I wasn't ready to cum yet, but hearing that from Mistress certainly made things a little easier to bear.

Annette took my right labium off just as deftly. I could see more of myself down there than ever before, how pink and pearly I was, and how big my clit looked with nothing hiding it! She took some time to soak up blood and apply more astringent. I knew the hardest part would be next, because I really liked my clit; it'd been so good to me as long as I can remember. I wondered whether to shut my eyes or to watch, which would be easier.

I chose to watch. She tugged and I felt as if my clit was as big as a cucumber. It came farther out than I'd expected, I guess because of those initial cuts. She lined up the knife and I let out this long, high sound like squealing brakes. Apparently it was about two seconds, while she made completely sure it would be the perfect cut, but I still feel like I made that noise for a whole hour.

One slice and it was done. It was agony like I'd never felt before, a thousand lashes of the cane on one spot in an instant, a firehose of pain-liquid and I'm amazed I didn't faint. In spite of it, I came. Or because of it, I don't know. I came so hard I'm amazed I didn't faint from that either. I went to that place where all you know is what's inside you and holy hell I just kept cumming and cumming. I think my eyes rolled back, I know I wasn't seeing anything. Mistress says I was vibrating and everything was clenched as tight as it could be. It was probably lucky we were holding each other's wrists or I might've broken her fingers!

We decided not to take any pictures, but I do kinda wish we had one of that moment. I get a little emotional thinking about it, what my grandma might call “verklempt” but Mistress says the pictures you take with your eyes are better than the ones you take with a camera. When I could look again, I could see I was just... empty... like a shallow scoop, kinda like an armpit or the back of a knee, only smaller of course. It was so pink and glistening, so smooth too. I could see my pee hole. Even with the raw parts it looked beautiful to me.

“That's all the hard parts done, Erica. You were so brave! You should be really proud of yourself and I'm sure your mistress is too. Good job, darling. Lay still and I'll finish up. Maybe you'll cum again while I do the stitches.”

I couldn't reply. I was limp as a noodle. I watched her fuss and clean and then she started to stitch my outer labia together. She worked from the bottom up, just above where they ended, very small stitches, one after another after another, so close as they went back and forth. I was so blissed out that I could barely even feel the tugging, let alone any discomfort.

It was strange, watching myself be sewn up like that. The rhythm of it was kinda soothing and she went slowly to make sure it was perfect. That scooped area was getting smaller little by little as she worked her way up my lips. She stopped before my pee hole and nuzzled a little white tube thing into it. She'd shown me one of these at the consultation, it had a flare so it couldn't pull out, but it'd let me still be able to hold my pee until I needed. They came in different lengths; I was getting an extra-short. I really am petite everywhere.

When she was done with the stitches she gave me a while to look at myself and even swollen and wet and slightly bloody it was already my favourite body part. I couldn't stop smiling, and then I came again, I think because I was so achy down there and my clit, maybe the missing part, was throbbing like mad, but it wasn't that painful really, it was just from satisfaction that I'd got what I'd wanted so badly.

They kept me for a few hours to make sure nothing was going wrong, and I had to go back a week later to be inspected. The stitches won't dissolve, Annette said she'll probably cut them out in a few months when she's sure the tissue's stable. I couldn't do much for the first few days and Mistress made sure I was taking my painkillers. Those kind of drugs often make me loopy, so that was an added thing.

The hardest part was not being able to touch it at first. I had to keep it as clean as possible which meant no touching at all, and salt salt rinses twice a day. Those stung like crazy, not fun at all! Once I was allowed to, I spent ages feeling my new crotch, my sexless sex, petting it and giggling at how smooth and sealed it is. It's like being a doll and I love it. I kept getting Mistress to feel it too, until she chided me for obsessing a bit too much. She's definitely pleased with the results though and when she spoons me her hand sometimes comes to rest between my thighs.

I can just about get the tip of my little finger into my vagina, but not enough to reach my G-spot, so I can never be stimulated again. My asshole is more sensitive now, at least I think it is, but not enough to get me off just by being fucked even if Mistress uses a pretty big strap-on. Giving oral sex is also more stimulating and I have no idea why. I've always liked going down on other girls, especially on Mistress (Mistress' girl juice tastes divine to me), partly because I find it submissive, but now it's a really fulfilling experience.

But being beaten, wow! I still get just as horny as before and I crave being caned, or spanked, or paddled, or flogged, or hit with a crop, or with a strap, or a belt, or, well, you get it. Every night I politely ask for a spanking before bed. Sometimes I get one, sometimes I get something else, sometimes the answer is no.

My circumcision definitely surprises a lot of people and I don't think many of them understand it. Slaves get it more than Mistresses, but it still weirds them out the first time they see it. It's awkward when a Mistress commands her slave to lick me and then realises, but that's only happened twice, and my asshole works for that purpose.

I've been asked about a dozen times if I would do it all over again, now that I know what it's like. I'd do it again in a heartbeat. In a heartbeat.