‘No. ‘ I felt a bit at loss. A part of me was certainly missing.

Marion chimed in, ‘Christine’s going to give it to you on Saturday.’

Sal added, ‘We’re going to have a ceremony, at which Andrea will be the climax.’

Andrea smirked, ‘In more ways than one.’

‘I want two of my friends to watch.’

Sal asked, ‘Uncircumcised friends?’

‘Yes. They’re both Americans and have been here for a few months. Will you allow them in?’

“We let uncircumcised women into the outer part of the building, but none have ever watched an initiation before. We shall have to find out what the others think about it.’

‘I hope they can come. I am planning the best show I can.’

Saturday morning came and I set off for the Centre in anticipation. I walked into the hallway. Sue and Christine greeted me. Christine with her now customary hug. I was ushered in. The space between the two pillars was screened off.

Christine said, ‘Andrea wants to be displayed in full glory. We are not to see the preparation.’

I looked round and saw that the clitoridectomy chair had been brought out into the hall and a second one had been set up next to it.

‘What’s happening?’ I asked.

Sue said, ‘Christine insisted that if Andrea’s friends wanted to watch, we could not have them interfering and they woulld have to be tied in the chairs.’

‘They agreed?”

‘Oh yes. So Sal and Marion had to rush and finish a second one.’

‘Do these women know what a risk they are running with Christine around?”

‘Not yet,’ smiled Christine maliciously.

Elizabeth arrived from a side room escorting two young women. Both were dressed in long robes and as they walked it was clear that they had nothing underneath. Their breasts swayed slightly as they walked. They were new to me.

‘Andrea’s friends,’ said Sue.

The other women looked at them. Elizabeth led one to each chair. They then pulled off their robes to reveal themselves naked. One was a buxom red head with freckles down to her breasts. The other was smaller and darker, with small breasts and slim hips.

Sal came over motioned them both to sit. Looking around nervously, they did. Sal pulled the redhead into the back support at 45 degrees and strapped her biceps and wrists to the support. Marion did the same to the brunette. She then parted the brunette’s legs and attached them at knee height and at the ankle to the L shaped wings. Sal did the same to the red head. She then pulled her legs as far back as she could. Marion did the same to the brunette.

Christine said, ‘They are not fully prepared.’

The two women now completely imobiised looked nervously at each other.

‘It’s OK, I’ll fix them up,’ said Marion. She brought out the pulleys. She moved to the redhead, who began to struggle.

‘Don’t worry. Nothiing is going to happen. But you have to have the full preparation experience. That means stretching your clitoris a little.’ She parted the writhiing woman’s labia and pulled out her clitoris. She massaged it full size and attached a clamp at the base. The she attached the clamp to the pulley and put a small weight on the rope over the pulley. When Marion moved away the redhead calmed down.

The brunette was more intrigued. It seemed that she tried to move her hips forward to help Marion.

Both of them lay there, the cords pulling their clitorises slightly and lightly away from their bodies.

Christine could not contain herself, She walked over to the redhead and looked down at her. She put her hand on the stretched tip of her clitoris, and said, ‘You are quite a big girl.’ She then moved and put an extra weight on cord.

Everyone was now assembled. It was a big turn out. Apart form the women in the chairs, there were a dozen of us there.

Sue said, ‘It’s time for the ceremony to begin.’

The curtains were pulled back.

Andrea was revealed spreadeagled between them. She was naked and flanked by Mustafa and Ibrahim, both also naked. The smoothe Vs of the crotches and their lithe boyish bodies made them so attractive. In comparison Andrea’s body seemed strongly muscular. The arms and legs were tense under the constraining cords. Her legs were well muscled. She smiled nervously at us.

Christine strode towards me. She opened a bag and brought out of it a locket on a silver chain. She looked me in the eyes and said, “I’ve been keeping this for you.’

She opened it up, to reveal my clitoris, perfectly preserved. She then put the chain round my neck and kissed me on the mouth.

‘Now you are truly one of us.’

The others crowed round wanting to look in my locket. One of them said, ‘It’s so neat.’ Another, “I wish I had mine like that.’

Sue looked round us all said, ‘Well we have now formalised one member and look forward to full admission of a new member. Andrea has requested to become a member in the most dramatic manner. First we must all inspect her readiness.’

She then walked over to Andrea and put her thumb and forefinger inside the top of her labia pulling out the woman’s clitoris. She carressed it and said, ‘I think she’s up for the job.’

The dozen of us came out to fondle it. Most were brief, just touching it and saying to Andrea, ‘Good Luck.’ Elizabeth’s fingers lingered and Andrea began to squirm.

‘Don’t spoil the show,’ Caroline interjected and Elizabeth moved on. Next came Christine, who pulled it hard and twisted it causing Andrea to grimace. As the newest member, I was the last and I stroked it gently. Andrea looked at me and said, ‘I want you to do it.’

Mustafa took up the cord and pulled the loop at the end round Andrea’s clitoris. He tightened it. Marion went over to make sure the little guillotine was securely in place.

Christine wanted to go over and give Andrea’s clitoris a final tug, but I held her hand to disuade her. ‘I just want to make sure it’s firmly on.’

“No, you don’t. Marion’s already done that. You want to see her grimace as you inflict pain and loss.’

‘You’re so right!’ she whipered, ‘ When Andrea’s done her thing, I want to pull the redhead’s clitoris out by the root.’

Mustafa lent over and put the music on. It was Ravel’s ‘Bolero.’ Mustafa and Ibrahim moved away from Andrea, who began to thrust her hips forwards and backwards in time to the music.

Elizabeth bent over and said softly, ‘This is an ambitious performance.’

Sal responded, ‘She rehearsed it three times and got it right the last two.’

The two eunuchs came over to stand with us. I looked at their tight buttocks and wanted to touch them. Ibrahim went to stand next to Sal and Mustafa next to Marion. The two women put their arms round the eunuchs’ waists.

We all watched Adrea as she speeded up the movements of her hips to the tempo of the music. She moved her stare from one to another, coming back to me every couple of minutes. All the women were now silent. The two women in the chairs were as transfixed as the rest of us.

I could see Andrea begin to strain her arms as well as her legs. Her biceps, thighs and calves were all taught. She was perspiring. Perspiration was forming on her breasts and her thights. It looked as if drops would begin to fall off her dark hard nipples. Her firm breasts were only moving as she breathed. Her hips were moving faster and faster. I could see the weight being lifted up and down.

Her eyes ceased to focus on us. Marion said to me, ‘It will be soon now. Be ready.’

I moved the control from my right hand to my left, which Christine had hold of. I put it inside Christine’s hand and put mine on the outside of hers. She looked at me briefly and smiled.

We were both locked onto Andrea. The music was coming to a climax. Suddenly she squirmed in spasm. She yelled, ‘Now!’

Christine was pressing the control before I had begun to exert pressure.

There action of the guillotine was inaudible amid the music. But Andrea’s reaction was profound. She writhed again. I could see the muscles in her thighs trying to contract and pull her knees together. She yelled again, ‘Yes!’

Her strength was such that the ropes must have given a couple of inches. Blood trickled from her labia. Her clitoris was in the large ceramic bowl on the floor between her legs.

She looked at me, made a weak smile and slumped downward. She sagged slightly in the constraints.

Christine pushed the control back into my hand and strode forward. She put her hand in the bowl. She grabbed the severed clitoris and lifted it above her head so that it was level with Andrea’s face. She looked into Andrea’s face and said, ‘Well done!’ She turned round, still holding it aloft and proclaimed, ‘Another full member!’

Everyone clapped. Andrea smiled. Sal went over to clean her up. The eunuchs waited to let her down. The rest of us went into the central courtyard for our celebration drinks.

After a few minutes, Andrea came in with Sal. She was wearing a long white robe and looked weary. The other women came up and congratulated her one after the other. All wanted the video.

We chatted for some time. Then I remembered the two women strapped in the chairs. I went out with two glasses of champagne for them. The brunette was sat quite happily chatting to Elizabeth, who had freed her arms. The woman was drinking from the glass as Elizabeth sat next to her. She still had her legs strapped in the supports and the small weight still pulled on her clitoris, but she was smiling and talking happily. As I watched Elizabeth put the tip of her finger on the tip of the brunette’s clitoris. She giggled. They were clearly getting on well.

The same could not be said of the redhead. Christine was ministering to her and it was not with champagne. She had loaded two more weights on to the wire and the woman’s clitoris was being seriously stretched. She was still completely bound in the chair.

‘Christine, What are you doing?’

“I’m trying to see how much weight this clitoris will bear.’

The redhead looked imploring me to get Christine to stop.

‘Come on Christine, you know that all clitoridectomies have to be voluntary.’

“I think I could persuade her with a bit more time, - and weight.’ She reached to put a fifth weight on the wire.

I began to release the redhead’s arms. As soon as her arms were free she reached between her legs to remove the clamp on her clitoris, just as Christine added the fifth weight. It clattered to the floor. The redhead undid her legs and got up, putting her hand on her sore crotch. She rushed straight of the room.

In the other chair the brunette continued to giggle. The tip of Elizabeth’s finger was having a great effect on the tip of the woman’s clitoris. She was looking straight at Elizabeth and said, ‘If you keep on doing that, I’ll come.’

Sal and Marion were watching. ‘If you do that, we’ll have to cut it off. Any orgasm in the chair has to be your last. It’s a house rule,’ said Sal.

‘It might be worth it, the way I feel now,’ responded the brunette.

Christine came over. At the same time, the redhead came back into the room, She had dressed. ‘Time to go,’ she said.

‘Yes,’ said the brunette. She looked at Elizabeth and continued, ‘Maybe I’ll be back.’

Elizabeth unstrapped her legs and took the clamp off her clitoris. She went off to dress and leave.

I looked at Christine, ’Only one today.’

‘Yes and I so wanted a triple.’