The door swung open quickly and the Dr. stepped into the room almost like someone should be announcing his name, "Heeeeeere's Dr. Adams." He was a very striking man, tall and broad with captivating blue eyes and a kind smile. Just his presence stirred her and made her ache with desire. Of course it hadn't been the desire that had been the problem as of late, it had been the execution.

He took a seat at the foot of the examining table and pulled the stirrups out. Then leaned back in the chair and crossed one ankle over the other knee. "So what seems to be causing you problems Ava?" Then he just seemed to study her while she lay there on her back starring at the ceiling. She didn't say anything. She didn't really know what to say. He cleared his throat and a few more seconds of silence passed. "Ava, I know this is difficult for you," he laid one of his hands on the top of her foot "but you have to tell me what's the problem or I won't be able to help." He pushed a button on the bed and it began to slowly move her into a seated position. She looked at him partially transfixed and partially scared to death.

Now she had to sit there naked except for the thin paper covering and look this gorgeous man in the eye when she explained to him her problems. She stammered, not knowing what to say, and then his hand was on her knee, "Take a deep breath Ava, then just tell me the problem." She took a deep shaky breath in and then a long slow exhale.

She looked down at her hands and focused on her ring. "I don’t enjoy sex anymore. I don’t know why. I want to enjoy it. I get excited to the point of needing it and begging for it..... but ... well." Her shoulders started to shutter as she began to sob and buried her face in her hands. He let her sob as he sat there with his hand on her knee. She caught her breath and started again softly, "I want to enjoy it, I need to enjoy it, I miss the release of cumming... I don’t know what’s wrong with me. No matter how much I try, no matter what he does.... no matter how much it used to affect me... it just doesn’t work now." She broke down into a full cry.

Dr. Adams slowly removed his hand from her knee and leaned back in his chair. He let her finish crying and catch her breath. Then they sat there in silence for a few minutes and then he leaned forward again and slowly laid the exam table back down. "I think I can help." He said as he moved to stand over her. He looked down at her with, those blue eyes comforting and smiling down at her. "I have a theory of what might be going on here, but I need to ask you a few questions first and do a short exam, before I know for sure." He picked up a clipboard and started down the questions.

“How long have you been experiencing lack of feeling or a lack of climax?”

“Um... I think a few months maybe.... it didn’t stop all of a sudden it just seemed to dull out.”

He nodded and jotted down some notes. “Can you describe the dull feeling?”

“Well I want to cum.... I feel the urgency and the pressure... but lately I can never fall over that edge and really let go and cum...”

“Interesting.” He took more notes. “Do you still lubricate same as you always have? Do you get closer with manual stimulation than with vaginal intercourse? Are you as easily excited as before?”

She looked at the Dr. stunned by the onslaught of questions. “I... I seem to get just as wet as I used to an.. and... I don’t get closer either way... I get to the same point. I still get excited... maybe even more because I want it so bad....I just can never follow all the way through.”

“Ok Ava, I think that’s all of the questions for now.” He moved back to sit on the stool at the end of the table. “Now I’ll do the exam.” He took each of her feet and propped them gently in the stirrups. “I’m going to test your sensitivity. When I touch you I want you to rate how pleasurable each touch is on a scale of one to ten, one is not pleasurable and ten is orgasm.”

She nodded, and he lifted her gown and slid it down over her knees. He slowly placed warm hands on her inner thighs and pressed them apart. She was taken aback by the feeling of his bare hand. Then his touch was gone and she heard the familiar snap of latex gloves.

“Ok you are going to feel a little pressure here,” he said as his finger slid gently up between her lips. A soft moan escaped her lips. “Good Ava, don’t forget to tell me how pleasurable each touch is.”

“Four" She moaned softly.

He slid his finger up to rest slightly on her clit, “Five" was her breathy reply.

He pulled one lip out to the side and caressed the inside softness of her lips with his fingers “Four... oh... Five.... ahhh Four"

He slid his finger right to the edge of her vagina and traced the small opening with his finger tip. “Oooooo s-six.... mmm six and a half mmm yes seven...”

Then a smooth latex covered finger breached the lips of her pussy and slowly slid inside of her. “Ahhhh eeeight” she gasped and moaned softly. He curled his finger inside of her and began to stroke just above her pelvic bone “Nine… nine… nine” she whimpered.

And then no matter how his finger twisted and turned or tickled her pussy she could never reach ten. She’d get close, a nine and a half when he tweaked her clit with one finger while he quickly pumped two fingers in and out of her now soaked pussy, but no matter how he tried the doctor never made her say ten.

When Dr. Adams removed his hands from her and slid back from the table. Ava lay there breathless and somewhere between sobbing in frustration and moaning in happiness.

“So Ava,” he began to say and he stood and removed the latex gloves. “It appears you may actually have a condition, commonly referred to as hyper-sensitivity. You rated each stimulation one to two marks higher than average until the point just before climax where you leveled off and never progressed further.” He took one long stride across the floor and deposited the gloves in the orange biohazard receptacle. He stood and looked at her firmly, but kindly for what seemed a much longer than necessary time. Then just before she was going to ask what could be done, he in one deft move closed the gap between them and looked directly down into her eyes.

She lay there, vulnerable and all but naked as he loomed over her and his eyes pierced through her. She wanted to look away, but his eyes held her firmly in his grip.

“Ava, I can help you.” He continued to stare through her. “The procedure is a very radical one. I am one of the few doctors in the country that performs the procedure. Most find it too radical or too brutal.” She gasped and closed her eyes at the words brutal. What had she gotten herself into?

“Ava, look at me.” He said with a certain force and urgency in his voice, and her eyes immediately snapped open. “This is a big decision. I only recommend the procedure in extreme cases. In most cases it is not just inability to climax, but lack of arousal as well. In those cases many doctors are prescribing Viagra or something similar with good results.”

He moved again to the foot of the bed and sat on the metal stool. He laid the gentle hand on her right leg just above the knee and said, “Sit up.” She did so as if it were an order not a suggestion and when she looked him in the eye he smiled softly and squeezed her leg. “Six” she thought to herself with a soft sigh. He smiled bigger as if he could read her mind.

“Ava you can get excited. I could feel it. You lubricated very well and the muscles in your vaginal wall contracted in response to stimuli more than sufficiently.” She was almost unnerved at how often he used her name, almost as if he was verbally bringing her into his sights.

“It seems, Ava, that what is happening with your body is that your hyper sensitivity is effectively shorting out your brain.” Ava just stared into his eyes feeling the fear rising inside her about this “radical procedure,” but feeling a sense of safety from Dr. Adams’ hand on her knee. “The nerves in your vagina send signals to your brain that a touch is more pleasurable that normal. In doing so every small touch excites you. Everything from the feeling of your own hair brushing your shoulder to a subtle breeze in the room can send pleasure signals to your brain. By the time your body reaches the point of climax there are pleasure signals coming from every direction. It effectively causes a traffic jam of sorts in your brain and therefore the proper signals can’t get through.”

She didn’t know what to do. Should she be excited that there was an explanation, or should she be worried about what had to be done to fix the problem? There was a long silence in the room and then a little too quickly the doctor removed his hand from her leg and stood by the door. “Put on your clothes and I will come back in to discuss the procedure.” Then he stepped out of the door and closed it firmly.

Ava slipped off the table and blushed when she noticed the wet spot left on the table from her exam. As she slid her panties on followed by the soft silk skirt each brush of the fabric frustrated her further. She pulled on her top, having decided a bra was not necessary that day, and then immediately regretted that decision since her nipples were obviously visible through the thin fabric.

She slowly opened the door and peered into the hallway. A nursed passed by and Ava blushed a bright red, feeling as if the nurse knew exactly what had just happened. She stepped into the hallway and slowly walked towards the doctor’s office. Taking a deep breath she knocked lightly on his door and waited what seemed like hours before she heard him call “come in.”

When she stepped into the office she was seated behind his desk. His lab jacket now hanging on the wall and the sleeves of his crisp blue shirt were now rolled up to his elbows. The blue of his shirt made his eyes even more prominent and his forearms were strong and tan. She just stared at him and remembering what his hands had done to her just minutes before made her pussy ache. He motioned for her to sit down and she sat in one of the chairs on the other side of his desk. He rested his elbows on the desk and leaned closer to her and she was again very aware of her nipples straining against the thin shirt.

“There is a procedure that has had good results in cases such as yours. Like I said it is rather extreme and controversial, but I believe it is your best option for a fulfilling sex life.” Dr. Adams’ eyes seemed to glint with these words. “The procedure is a type of female circumcision that is commonly referred to as a hoodectomy or clitorodotomy. Basically the clitoral hood is the female prepuce, similar to the foreskin of the male and the procedure involves the removal or splitting of the clitoral hood. In your case I would suggest a complete removal.”

Ava didn’t really know how to respond, so she just sat there with a stunned look on her face. This guy wanted to cut her pussy! He calls himself a doctor. That is the most insane idea she had ever heard. Though as disgusted at the idea of it all, she didn’t budge from her seat. There was something in the back of her mind wondering if this would work, if this would be the thing that would finally give her back the feeling of a great orgasm.

Dr. Adams had been watching her closely as he discussed the procedure. He knew that the idea seemed barbaric, and he knew that most people found the idea of a pleasureless sex-life easier to comprehend than the procedure, but he thought Ava was different. “The procedure would remove the prepuce or ‘hood’ and in doing so would leave the clitoris fully exposed. This would have a two-fold result. It would cut down on the stimulation your clitoris receives during foreplay since the clitoris would not be rubbing against the prepuce and therefore it would limit the number of impulses sent through your nervous system. Secondly when intercourse is initiated the clitoris would be completely exposed which would increase the number of pleasure signals sent at that time. This reduction of stimuli during foreplay and then increase of stimuli during intercourse should allow for you to reach climax again.”

The more he talked the more it made sense. Of course it sounded barbaric and completely outside of rational thought, but something about how he said it, something about how he made her feel, something about those blue eyes penetrating through her made it sound normal. All of the sudden the thought of mutilating her pussy sounded like a good idea.

“I…I don’t know.” She stammered. “This… just sounds…extreme…” She shifted in her seat surprised by the fact that something about this insane idea was arousing her. “Is this really the only way?” she said trying to keep the lust out of her voice.

“Ava, I know that this is a scary thought, but I assure you that based on all of my knowledge and research into this condition, this is your best chance at a normal sex life.”

Ava nodded and bit her lower lip. “Would you like to schedule the procedure?” Dr. Adams asked while giving her the most reassuring look that she had ever seen.

“OK doctor.” She responded, “When should we do it?”

He flipped through his calendar and studied a couple pages very closely flipping back and forth between them. “I have an appointment a week from Thursday if that works for you.” She nodded in response and he made a quick note in his calendar. “Here are the pre-op directions,” he said handing her a one page list “make sure you are here by 9:00 am.”

With that he stood up and reached out his hand. She shook it still a bit unsteady and left with the thought “My pussy will be whole for only one more week….”

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Pre-Op Procedures for Radical Clitorodotomy

1. No food or drink for 12 hours prior to surgery.

2. No sex for 2 days prior to the procedure.

3. The vaginal area should be clean shaven and free of any lotions or oils.

4. Do not ingest aspirin or any other drugs which may have a blood thinning affect for at least two days prior to the procedure.

5. Before surgery a bath is advisable. While bathing thoroughly clean the genital area with soap and water a few times, this can help in lowering the bacterial count and lessen the chances of any infection from surgery.

6. A responsible adult must accompany the patient to the office, remain in the office during the procedure, and be able to drive the patient home.

Post Operative Procedures

1. The patient should not engage in sexual intercourse for at least one week after the procedure.

2. The patient should return to the doctor’s office one week after the procedure to have stitches removed.

3. The patient may experience some minor discomfort and or bleeding when engaging in sexual activity for the first two months after the procedure.

4. The patient should keep the vaginal area clean shaven for the first two months after the procedure.

Ava read and re-read the page of instructions. Some of the instructions seemed simple enough; others were going to be more difficult. For instance the no sex for what would almost a month and of course the more important problem of explaining all of this to her husband.

She imagined herself saying, “Hey honey the doctor is going to slice part of my pussy off, but afterwards you should be able to get me to cum again.” Of course she would have to say it more carefully, but that is basically what she would be telling him. She didn’t know really how to even start the conversation, but she just hoped that he would understand how important this was to her. She hoped he would look at her the same way Dr. Adams had.

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After a week of constant fighting with her husband about the procedure Ava finally made him understand that this was their only chance at happiness in all aspects of their marriage. The night before the surgery her husband drew a bath for her. When Ava stepped into the tub he began to gently wash her paying close attention to her pussy. He slowly let his fingers trace the folds of her pussy, wondering what it would be like when her hood was gone, but hoping he would finally get to hear her scream in pleasure again. He washed her over and over enjoying the soft little moans she made each time he touched her.

After the bath he gently laid her on the edge of their bed and covered her soft pussy with a thin layer of shaving cream. Ava had always been one to trim, but had never been clean shaven before. Here she was lying bared before her husband, feeling his hands slowly gliding over her pussy, covering her lips with chilly foam. She felt so naked and vulnerable; her husband was slowly gliding a razor over the most sensitive portions of her body. She came to a shocking realization, tomorrow Dr. Adams would be taking a scalpel to that exact same part of her body. She shivered at the thought and her husband gently touched her leg. “It will be ok baby. Just enjoy my touch.”

Ava sank into his touch and into the seductive sensations of the razor gliding across her pussy. The blade was cool and firm against her skin. With every swipe of the blade Ava felt more and more defenseless. She liked the feeling. Her husband was never a commanding man, not like Dr. Adams which made her weak in the knees, but now with a razor blade to her pussy she felt like he had complete control of her. She wanted him to control her; she wanted him to make her cum.

At that moment he gently kissed her now smooth pussy and said “You should get some sleep you have a big day tomorrow.”

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Ava woke up the morning of the procedure with a mix of fear and anticipation growing in the pit of her stomach. She wore a thin summer dress and no bra or panties seeing as she was likely going to be too sore to wear panties for a few days anyway. When they arrived at the doctor’s office Dr. Adams looked as striking as ever. He wore khakis that clung tightly to his muscular thighs and a black polo that outlined his chest and arms perfectly. Just the sight of him made Ava ache and then she remembered that it would be weeks before she could even attempt to satisfy that ache.

Dr. Adams greeted her and led her to another small room. “Take off your clothes and put on this gown,” he said handing her a small paper gown “I will be back in five minutes to take you to the operating room.”

Ava slowly removed her dress and looked down at herself. There she was naked and cleanly shaven for the first time ever. Her fingers gingerly slipped over her bare pussy. Just minutes from now her pussy would never be the same. She let her fingers slide over her hood and gently pulled it back to caress her clit. She was moaning softly when there was a knock at the door and Dr. Adams voice, “Are you ready yet?”

“Oh yes… yes just one more second.” She called out quickly slipping the gown on and tying it before opening the door.

In the hall stood Dr. Adams and a handsome nurse with an operating bed. “OK Ava, time to hop up and let’s take a little ride.” Dr. Adams quipped.

She climbed into the bed very aware that she was all but naked in front of two attractive men. They gently strapped her ankles and wrists to the bed and she all of a sudden felt trapped. As they rolled her down the hall towards the operating room her heart began to pound in her chest. Then next thing she knew she was in a small sterile room. The light was almost unbearably bright and the scent of alcohol almost overwhelming.

“Ava, I am going to give you a mild local anesthetic. Unfortunately that is the only anesthesia I can give you, therefore you will feel some of the pain.”

She tensed up at the thought of feeling the blade cutting her pussy open. Then Dr. Adams’ hand lay gently on her shoulder. “It will not hurt as much as you imagine, I’m very skillful.” He grinned down at her.

Seconds later she looked up to see Dr. Adams taping a syringe. Then she felt the needle plunge into the top of her pussy and she let out a soft scream.

“I am just injecting the local into the top of your vagina. I will talk you through each step as I do it.” His voice seemed to dull the pain or maybe the local was working, but she felt more comfortable either way.

“Now I’m going to test your sensitivity again.” He said while running his finger in small circles over her clit. “Let me know when the anesthetic is working.” She moaned at the amazing feeling of his fingers rubbing her clit slightly raising her hips to meet his fingers.

The wonderful sensations seemed to get less intense and she looked up at him “I think it has taken affect.” She whispered.

“Good… good” he said almost to himself. “Now I’m going to use the forceps to pull back your clitoral hood.” She felt the pinch of the metal on her pussy and the uncomfortable tug of the skin away from her body. She winced slightly.

“Unfortunately Ava, one of the problems with hyper-sensitivity is that the local only dulls the pain minimally.” He pinched the forceps even tighter “this will only be uncomfortable for a little longer.”

Ava cried out in pain softly and bit her lower lip at the stretching of her hood with the forceps.

“Now I’m going to take the scalpel and cut a semicircle from one side of the top of your vagina to the other. This will separate your hood from your vagina.” Then she felt the cold steel of the blade touch her skin. Then there was a fire in her skin. A pain she could never imagine was trailing behind the scalpel as it moved through her skin. She was screaming and tears were streaming down her cheek. Then the blade stopped but the pain seemed to get worse and radiate throughout her entire body.

She writhed on the bed pulling against the restraints. She could feel Dr. Adams pressing gauze against the open wound and that seemed to make the pain even more intense.

“There the worst of it is over Ava.” But she didn’t feel like it was over the pain was still burning through her entire body.

“Now all we have to do is suture you up and you will be good as new.” He said trying to make her feel at ease, but all that she could feel was the aching throb of the steel as if it were still cutting through her.

Then came the sting and the feeling of the stitches gliding through her raw skin. Each time he pierced the skin with the needle and gently tugged the two sides of the open wound together she cried a little more. The needle sent sharp pains through her entire pussy and the thread gliding through the exposed skin intensified each little stitch. The stitches seemed to go on forever. Each time he pressed the needle into her skin it felt like he was doing it with more and more intensity until it felt like he was gouging her skin and taking some kind of sick pleasure in the way her body twitched in pain beneath his needle.

“There you go.” He said softly as he laid his hands on her shoulder. “You will thank me very soon.”

Twenty minutes later she was in a recovery room. Dr. Adams had said she would need to wait twenty to thirty minutes before they could dress the wound and then she would be released to go home. She couldn’t resist any longer and she slowly reached down and let her fingers slide over her pussy. She could feel the rough edges of the skin and the hard knots of the stitches. The pain of her touch was unbearable, but there was a little rush of lust in the pain.

The pain made her think of the doctor and his strong arms and firm hands holding the scalpel as it sliced her open. She was getting excited thinking about it. The excitement made her clitoris swell and with the swelling became a more intense pain. All of this and all she could think of was what would happen when the stitches came out.