Body Enhancements By Giselle

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My business card reads: Body Enhancements by Giselle—Call 470-8899 
For a Private Consultation.  Anybody  in possession of one will 
have been referred by a client, so there really is no need to 
elaborate. Besides which, it would be impossible to adequately 
convey what I do on such a small piece of paper. 
I started out as a surgical nurse, but my interest in, or should I 
say fixation with, the more intense aspects of the BDSM lifestyle 
led me to my present occupation. Self-actualization would best 
describe the blending of professional and personal life that I 
currently enjoy. I am able to indulge some of my most outrageous 
fantasies and get paid very well to do it - my life is very good 
indeed!
The clients I serve are mainly dominants and submissives (of both 
sexes). I must admit to a slight preference for the nature of the 
work I perform on the latter because it generally is more 
extreme ... and it taps into my own leanings. Regardless of the 
proclivities of individual customers, though, I throw my entire 
being into ensuring that their experience is erotic and memorable.
To set the tone I greet clients at the door sans clothing - I am a 
shameless exhibitionist. I have found that even gay men seem to 
respond to the striking vision I project. I suspect that they have 
never been in close proximity to a nude athletic woman whose body 
is completely devoid of hair, with nipples that protrude through 
pure-silver starbursts AND a vagina that is sewn closed and 
decorated with a bright-red tattoo in the shape of a coiled 
serpent. Indeed, how many people have?
This is a style that I have developed over a period of years, 
borrowing liberally from modifications that I have been 
commissioned to perform. The totally nude look was adopted early on 
in my career after I completed the transformation of Mei, a 
beautiful Thai submissive whose master wanted to strip away the 
last vestiges of her vanity. The concept and end result so 
impressed me that my knees were very shakey by the time I finished 
cutting off her waist-length mane and shaving her head smooth. I 
kissed away a tear that managed to make its way down her cheek and 
told her of the effect the experience had on me ... and how 
incredibly exotic it made her look. My promise to look just like 
her the next time we met surprised and pleased her. She was very 
happy to see that I kept my word in that regard when her master 
brought her back several months later to have her labia pierced and 
secured with a gold heart-shaped lock.
Over the years I have done many radical male-genitalia 
modifications, everything from partial and complete penectomies to 
castrations and nullifications. I'm not sure which I have enjoyed 
the most; they have all been VERY special. Invariably I 
spontaneously orgasm a time or two during the procedure. Typically 
I vacillate between reveling in exercising the power to alter a 
man's sexuality and being envious that I am not the one having it 
done to me. Oh yes, I am a perverse soul. 
I used to dream fairly often that I was a man being nullified by my 
clone. The dreams were always the same and EXTREMELY vivid. I was 
led into a room lined floor to ceiling with mirrors; it was 
illuminated only by the light of numerous strategically-positioned 
candles - the most exquisite scent of roses filled the air and 
soulful cello music emanated from hidden speakers. My clone 
instructed me to lay upon several large velvet cushions and then 
kneeled down and kissed me passionately. She gently and slowly 
caressed my upper body with her tongue and finger tips, gradually 
working her way down to my sex. Next she placed her mouth around 
the tip of my member, causing it to engorge rapidly. Somehow she 
managed to take the entire organ, and my testicles as well, into 
that pleasure-giving orifice. My mind reeled with the intense 
sensations she generated for what seemed like hours, until finally 
I experienced a prolonged crescendo that rolled wave after wave 
through my nervous system. When she raised her head from between my 
legs I could see that my crotch was completely smooth; no trace 
remained of my former gender.
Another common thread in my work involves enforced chastity. 
Usually this entails piercing the genitalia and installing rings 
and/or locks in such a manner that normal sex is impossible. One 
submissive ended up with ten rings on each of her outer labia; the 
rings on one side were overlapped with the ones on the other, and a 
slender rod with a loop at the top and a lock on the bottom was 
inserted through them all so that her sex was secured tightly. I 
must admit that I thoroughly relished that assignment.  
Often with male submissives some sort of device is attached in a 
permanent or semipermanent fashion. The most common is a metal 
sleeve held in place by a ring or stud connected to the glans. My 
favorite type is a short and narrow stainless steel cage that fits 
snugly over the flaccid penis and is surgically attached at its 
base. One particularly inventive mistress had me suture the head of 
her slave's penis to his perineum. 
Perhaps the most unforgettable - and life-changing - job for me was 
my first female "circumcision." Although it has essentially the 
same net results, this procedure is much easier and involves much 
less risk than castration. After a few judicious shots of 
anesthesia, it simply requires excising the labia and suturing the 
vaginal opening shut, leaving just enough room at the bottom for 
bodily functions. Even removing the clitoris is only a single snip 
and a few stitches. Easy as pie, if you can manage to keep your 
hands steady, that is, which I had a very difficult time doing due 
to the intensity of my sexual arousal. 
For weeks I couldn't get the memory of that experience out of my 
mind. I was only able to sleep fitfully, and when I did manage to 
drop off I had intensely lurid dreams much like the nullification 
dreams, only I was a woman in the dream and my clone sucked away my 
female sex. I suppose deep down I knew from the moment I accepted 
that project that I would end up modifying myself in the same way. 
Once I consciously acknowledged what I was going to do, my libido 
was constantly on fire, even though I masturbated almost hourly. By 
the time I finally got around to it, my poor clitoris was raw. The 
anesthesia was actually a relief. The operation itself was somewhat 
surreal. I was surprisingly calm, and I had the distinct sensation 
that I was working on someone else, despite the contortions I had 
to go through on the harder to get to spots. I was able to focus 
into reality when it came time to excise my clitoris. I stretched 
it away from my body with one hand and clamped it at its base with 
hemostats. Then I placed several stitches flush with the instrument 
and paused ... savoring the moment. After finally making the 
irreversible cut, a soothing orgasm rippled through my entire body; 
that was followed by an intoxicating sense of total surrender.
I still orgasm spontaneously during some of the more arousing 
modifications I perform, but normal clitoral or vaginal climaxes 
aren't possible anymore. However, I do wear a butt plug a lot more 
now, and when I REALLY get horny I work out a deal in-trade with a 
client for anal sex - sometimes with a whipping session thrown in 
for good measure. I have acquired quite a taste for anal and pain-
induced orgasms ... they're soooo sublimely submissive and 
decadent.  
In recent years the number of "circumcisions" that I perform has 
increased tremendously. Since I work in the nude, I guess my own 
obvious modification has made an impression on my clientele and 
stirred their imaginations. Certainly having someone perform the 
operation who has already had the procedure done herself is very 
reassuring to clients. Personally, I like this turn of events 
because increasing the ranks of female eunuchs is a treme