Christine lay in bed beside Alix. It had been their usual outing. Alix had found a customer. Christine had excised her clitoris, taken it home and preserved it, and then they had gone to Alix's place. Alix had strapped Christine's wrists behind her back, stretched her vagina with a pneumatic dildo and then strapped it in place with a harness to which she also strapped Christine's wrists.

Christine had then spent the next hour or so licking Alix's clitoris. When Alix tired, she allowed Christine, still strapped and stretched to lie beside her. This was their moment of intimacy.

'How come you lost your clitoris,' Alix asked.

'It's a long story,' replied Christine.

'Take it from the beginning,'

'My mother died when I was young and my father remarried. My stepmother was kind to me. She took care of me as a child. She would bathe me and I as I grew older, she did not stop. I remember throughout my childhood being bathed by her. I think her hands lingered longer between my legs than was required. But I liked it and giggled. So did she.'

'When I was 12 I began to develop, but she did not stop. I was embarrassed, but she continued to bathe me and I could not ask her not to. One day, I told her I was embarrassed. She asked why?'

'I told her I was growing hairs I didn't like. She told me not to worry, she would deal with them. She bought an electrolysis machine and as every public hair appeared, she removed it. I never really had body hair. This kept on over a year.'

'She was sensible about my periods and gave me the towels and advise. My nipples grew, but not very large and I remained flat chested. I think she liked that. Anyhow, she did not stop bathing me and I remember being aroused as she touched me. I got wet and open. When she had finished drying me, she was smiling.'

'She kept me dressed as a juvenile. I wore blue schoolgirl knickers and knee length stockings. I never had a chance of a bra or tights. At first this was easy, because there were other girls of my age, who had not begun to develop, but later I felt embarrassed.'

'The big change came, when she found me masturbating. She came into my room. My knickers were down and it was obvious what I had been doing. She was furious. She told me it was wrong; it was dirty; it was sinful and to never do it again.'

'Of course, I couldn't stop. I was found again and she punished me. She bent me over naked and caned my backside. I got six of the best. It stung. I trie to hide my activities, but she became watchful and used to sneak up on me. Finally she found me a third time. She again stripped me naked and railed at me for my terrible behaviour. She then tied my knees to two chairs and pulled them as far apart as she could. She then caned me between my legs. I thinked she aimed the tip of the cane at my clitoris.'

'She untied me and I stood naked in front of her. She put her hand between my legs finding my sore clitoris and told me she had a mind to cut it off. This is what they did to girls in some places.'

'I still couldn't stop masturbating. She couldn't stop punishing me. It became a ritual. On Sunday nights after she had bathed me carefully and kindly, she would tie my knees apart and give me six of the best between the legs. On Thursday morning before I went to school, we would have the same ritual. Except this time, I would be in my full uniform, except for my knickers, which I would put on after being caned.'

'During this time, my father left. We came to share a bedroom. I had to sleep with my hands outside the bed covers. Of course I found other places to masturbate. I used to get off the bus from school a stop early and go into the park, where there were bushes. I would masturbate there. Once, when I was 16, a group of boys surprised me there. They can have been no more than 14. I was so embarrassed. However I looked 12 and one of them said, "Let her be boys, she's just found out what she's got to play with. Go for it girl." He was nice.'

'Sunday mornings were a relief. She went to church. After father left I refused to go. She eventually stopped dragging me there and left me in the house. It was such a relief. I was alone and had all the time to masturbate without fear of discovery. I knew that I would be punished in the evening, but that made it more exciting.'

Alix asked, 'This went on for years?'

'Oh yes from being 13 to 18.'

'You were caned twice a week.'

'Oh yes, even when I reached 18. Then I left home.'

'When you masturbated, did you fantasise.'

'Oh yes, all the time.'

'What about?'

'Having my clitoris cut off, what else?'