It was strange to be in a western city again. Christine liked the ease of movement, but she realised she needed new clothes. Her long robes and dresses were out of place.

At first she bought some jeans, T shirts and sneakers. The tight knickers and jeans evoked feelings she found difficult to cope with. She abandoned them for light knee length frocks with a slip underneath. It was summer, so she wore sandals.

She found a small apartment and began her search for Philomena. This proved frustrating in more ways than one. She found being surrounded by women who took their clitorises for granted gave rise to an intense physical frustration she had not felt for some time. No amount of fantasising could reduce the oppression. She was often wet, but putting her hands between her legs was useless. She was going to have to do something.

A BDSM group offered her the opportunity she was looking for. She joined and entered the club the night after. It was raining lightly, so she wore a light raincoat over her frock and put on solid shoes.

On arrival she put her coat and bag of tricks on the clothes stand. She then looked to see what the action was. There were plenty of tatooed and pierced bodies around. She ignored the men and the mixed couples and looked for women either singly or in groups.

Three had just sat down to play poker. There was a spare chair. One of the women, with jet black hair in spikes and a wide studded waistband, stood up and yelled, ‘Is there a fourth for strip poker!’

Christine approached.

‘Just sit down.’ Said the black haired woman.

“What are the rules?’ asked Christine.

‘You wager your clothing. Everytime you lose, you lose an item of clothing. You can raise the stakes by offering more items.’

‘And when it’s all gone?’

‘Then you do forfeits.’

‘What kind of forfeits?’

‘Just what the winner wants. Are you in?’

This offered potential. Christine sat down.

She had not played poker before and had to ask about the values of cards, and when to pick up cards. The three other women smiled.

The first round went Christine’s way. She had beginners luck with a paid of sevens. She had held on and all had wagered both shoes. She kept hers.

However, the next round, she knew she had a bad hand, but only lost one shoe. The next went in the following hand.

As the game progressed, she could see she was at a disadvantage in clothes. The others had more of them on. The spikey haired one had the belt, trousers, a top, a bra and she guessed socks and knickers.

The bottle blond to her left was in a skirt and a top without a bra, but had stockings and suspender belt as well as knickers. The aburn haired woman opposite had a blouse, a bra, a skirt and fishnet tights.

She won the next round. The blond lost a stocking and spikey hair her belt. Christine was down to her slip.

Spikey said, ‘Soon you’ll be down to your knickers.’

Christine straightened up looked her in the eye and said, “I don’t wear them.’

‘So it will the all together!’

Auburn hair took the next hand. The blond lost the other stocking and spikey hair her top. Christine took off her slip and finished up naked, except for the pendant round her neck.

The group were now attracting an audience.

Auburn hair said to Christine, ‘My name’s Fiona, I will extract a forfeit next time! Normally I make the losers shave, but you have nothing to shave off. We cannot even do much with your breasts. You have such a boyish body. I think we shall have to explore you most intimately.’

Christine continued to twist the pendant. She kept her thighs tightly together. She could not let them see she had nothing between her labia. She went for double or quits.

‘I’ll wager my clitoris against all your clothes!’

The room hushed.

Fiona smiled and said, ‘I get to take it home, with or without you?’

‘Whoever wins gets to take it home in whatever manner they want.’

“OK, lets deal, you others in?’

The cards were dealt. Christine saw a mediocre hand.

Fiona looked at her, ‘There’s no backing out now!’

Christine has for two cards. The others asked for one or two.

‘Let’s see,’ said Fiona. She put down Queen high. The blonde put down a pair of sevens, spikey hair put down a pair of Jacks.

Everyone waited on Christine. She smiled and put down three fours.

‘Now strip!’

The other three stripped off completely. Spikey hair had medium sized breasts with tattoos around the nipples. Her public hair was dark. The blond’s was too between tight hips. Fiona took off her top and bra and revealed large breasts, which swung outwards. She had mid brown public hair.

Christine said, ‘Same wager?’

The blonde asked, ‘What do you mean?’

‘We all wager our clitorises on the cards. Winner takes all.’

Spikey hair said, ‘I’m out.’

‘Me too,’ said the blonde.

Christine looked at the auburn haired woman, who was sitting back in the chair. She parted her legs and said, ‘Can I see what’s on offer.’

“This is poker,’ Christine replied, ‘you can see it if you win.’ She kept her legs tightly together. Fiona left her thighs parted. She looked confident.

Christine heard Spikey Hair say to the blonde, ‘My money is on Fiona. She wins most of the hands.’

‘And extracts the most excruciating forfeits,’ replied the blonde, ‘but this will be the limit. I’d love to see her lose.’

A tall woman, with broad shoulders and large breasts came up behind Fiona. She had a round face with blue eyes and short dark hair. ‘Who wants to place side bets?’ she announced. I’m putting $50 on Fiona to lose hers.’ With that she bent over the auburn haired woman and squeezed her nipples. ‘These will soon be all you have to play with.’

Fiona whacked her away. The side bets soon built up. They ran two to one in favour of Fiona. Alix, the tall woman, acted as banker.

They each got five cards. Fiona leaned back, smiled, and parted her legs further, liftng one foot to rest on one of the vacant chairs. Christine studied her hand. It was not good. She thought, ‘I’ll only be losing my locket.’ But the excitement of being so close to one of her goals made her concentrate on the cards. There were no pictures, and no two of a kind, but she did have four hearts, four, five, seven and eight. She asked for one card.

Fiona asked for two. She got them and smiled again. “Want to put your nipples into the equation as well?’ she asked.

Christine asked for another card. Fiona followed suit.

‘Are you sure that you want to continue?’ Fiona asked again, ‘Or perhaps ask me to choose another forfeit?’

‘No,’ said Christine, ‘Let’s see what you’ve got.

Fiona reveled ace, king, queen and jack, but in different suites.

The others waited on Christine.

She laid the running flush of five cards on the table.

Fiona’s brown eyes widened. She put her foot down and closed her legs. She put her hands in her lap.

Alix asked, ‘How do you want to do this?’

‘On the table would be best. Everyone can watch.’

Christine trotted off to get her bag. She returned and found Fiona sat on the table. She looked stunned. ‘Are you really going to do this?’ she asked.

‘You have to honour your bets.’

Christine openned her bag and looked round.

‘I’ll need at least three of you to hold her still.’

Alix grabbed Fiona’s arms and pulled her across the table. The still naked spikey haired woman and the blonde grabbed her knees and held them. Spikey looked between Fiona’s legs and said, ‘I knew she wasn’t really auburn.’

Christine took out a canister of shaving foam and sprayed between the woman’s legs. She then took out a cut throat razor and began to take off her public hair. She was very thorough parting the labia to ensure a totally smooth pussy.

Christine squeezed the woman’s clitoris between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand. She moved them around it to make sure it was fully erect. ‘Everyone take a last look,’ she said as she stepped back. Two spectators came up and gave it a pinch.

She then moved back parting the labia and putting the little wire ring at the end of her instrument over the clitoris. She pulled the clitoris through it. Fiona winced and tried to pull her hips away, but she could not succeed. The wire ring was at the base of the clitoris. Christine tightened it so that it began to make an impression. She then stopped.

‘Anyone want to give her a last orgasm?’

There was silence. Fiona had not been popular.

Alix said, ‘Just do it!’

Christine twisted the handle of the instrument. The wire contract and severed the clitoris. Fiona bucked. Christine picked it up and put it in a little container, which she then put in her bag.

The women holding Fiona let her go and another woman came along with bandages to staunch the bleeding

Christine was exhilirated. However, she was also still naked and needed to go home. ‘Can I have my clothes back?’ she asked.

Spikey said, ‘Oh no, you lost them and did not try to win them back. It’s off home in the nude for you.’

‘Good job I came in my raincoat.’

Alix intervened, ‘Let her have the shoes back! The rest can go to charity.’

Christine picked up her shoes and walked naked with her bag to put on her raincoat. She then put on her shoes.

Alix said, ‘Would you like a lift?’

Christine said, ‘Do you know where I live?’

‘No, but after that display you should be driven home.’