I continued my assignment. But I could not get the idea out of my head. I knew what I had to do and I knew who could help me.

I contacted Christine. She was reluctant to meet. I think she might have been embarrassed by our last meeting. However we did meet at the centre. At the same table we had been at before, we again had some tea. I asked Christine how she was.

‘Deflowered,’ she replied.

‘That’s progress,’ I said.

She smiled and said, ‘Yes, penetration is a relief. I don’t feel anywhere near as bad as I did.’

‘You remember our last conversion?’

‘Yes, of course. I was bitter against everybody.’

‘Are all those feelings gone?’

‘No, not quite. They do resurface from time to time.’

‘Would you still like to cut of my clitoris?’

She looked me in the eyes, “Are you serious?’

“I think so.’

“Then I’m your girl.’

“I have some arrangements to make. I want you to help me.’

‘You mean were not going to go and do this right away?’

‘No, I want an audience.’

I explained my plan. She looked at me and said she wasn’t sure it would work.

In the main hallway of the centre were two upright pillars, both of wood. They were about ten feet apart. In front of them was a space of about 20 feet square where spectators could gather.

My plan was to be spreadeagled between the columns, with my crotch at head height so everyone could watch me. A smooth wire would be attached around my clitoris, which would lead backwards about five feet to a pulley wheel and a light weight. I would be able to thrust against the wire to bring myself to orgasm. At the point of orgasm, Christine would press the remote control activating a miniature guillotine on the wire. This would slice off my clitoris and then be pulled backwards out of the way by the wire and the weight.

Christine looked at me. “You really are an exhibitionist. But could you actually come in those circumstances?’

‘I’m not sure. I will probably need a rehearsal.’

‘I think we’ll need Sal and Marion to help. They’re really good at contraptions.’