“Hmm, what a nice view to say hello to.”

Like always she wasn’t startled, just chuckled, stretched herself like a cat and looked back at me still lying on her belly, her naughty blue eyes sparkling through her blond fringe, a smile to make your heart melt. She stretched one arm out to me.

I dropped my laptop bag, the tons of work I always promised myself not to take home instantly forgotten. I stroked the back of her hand, then touched her fingertips with mine, She mewled grinning, her legs started to rub against each other.

“Show me.”

She whimpered in protest and pressing her hands against the back of her head burrowed her face into the pillow.

“Show me your beautiful new pussy.”

Another protest in form of a groan and the banging of her shins against the sheets, lifting the cover in the process, revealing the beauty of her slender legs. My fingers couldn’t resist and traced the outline of her freshly shaven, unblemished calve up to her knee. This did the trick: She giggled and threw herself around, thus revealing the white plaster, which covered the top of her pussy, as well as one of her youthful breasts, which had found its way out of the grey silken prison. Although her small breasts drooped quite evidently for a girl in her twenties, I liked it that way, especially as her little pink hard nipples had me salivating every time I saw them. Sometimes to her chagrin I called them my two little bags of pleasure, mostly when I took them by the nipple and pulled them long, shaking them, like two half empty water gourds to be loaded unto a camel. She always shrieks and tries to kick me, when I do this, and then I have to punish her.

Like now: Looking though her golden fringe, her mouth open in breathless expectation, she just observes as I walk around the bed. I bent slowly down to kiss her upturned mouth, when I suddenly reached between her legs and shrtch. She screamed into my mouth and kept panting into my ear, while I looked at the inside of the plaster. There was still some sign of puss and blood on it, but it was obvious that it was well on the way of being healed.

“I hate you.”

Her whisper didn’t sound exactly convincing.

“Present yourself.”

Now without hesitation she lay on her back, legs drawn to her shoulders, her lips opening with a little pussy fart, which made her grin embarrassment and apprehension in equal measure. She started whimpering the moment I touched the five black sutures, which closed the wound where once resided the epicentre of her lust. Touching it evoked my memories of her thick hood, which bared its content the moment you started to suck on it in earnest. And what a treasure it kept hidden: Pink and shiny and thicker than one would imagine on a frail girl like her, a clit of epic proportions and ripe for the plucking as Liss said, when she named her price for setting Melinda free. Free to choose me.

Her hole pulsed, more from fright than pleasure I assume, and drew my attention to the two red thin lines just next to her pee hole. Strangely enough her thick hood once just forked into two small flaps on top of her hole with the entrance only closed by her thick outer lips.

“She cut it all away and you’re still wet, you hussy.”

Her hole pulsed again in time to her squeaky, squirming reaction.

I had to touch her empty spot again. This time I slightly pressed down. Never leaving her open position, she bent her head back and started shaking. Was she coming? No way, her fun parts were gone, wasn’t it? She groaned, her head all red and looked at me with tears in her eyes.

‘It’s all gone, my clitty is gone, …”

And then she suddenly grinned, “But I know where I can find one.”

She jumped up in a kneeling position, nearly hitting me with her legs, throwing her arms around my hips, pressing her head into my belly.

“Mhm, I like you in your power dress. Makes you look all important and you smell like work and …”, she sniffed further down my belly, “like someone was sitting on her wet pussy all day, waiting to get licked really good.”

She looked up at me and I nearly lost it right there and then.

“Let’s look at that dirty unwashed cunt, shall we?”

When she used that word, she had refused to utter still three weeks ago, my pussy clenched and I had to pull her hair, which had her breathe suddenly really hard and we looked into each others eyes, while she grabbed under my skirt und pulled down my panty hose and before I could react two fingers stabbed into my swimming hole and I screamed.

It took a while till I could stand on my own again, having collapsed over her kneeling form, held by one arm around my hips and one hand firmly lodged into my pussy.

She smiled all satisfaction and happiness, when she pulled her fingers out of me with a squelching sound.

Looking at her whitish fingers, she murmured appreciatively, “You are a dirty girl.”

“And you taste like we’re gonna have a bloody weekend,” she added between licks.

While I was still trying to get back my breath, she started to open my skirt and pulled it down together with my panty hose.

“Mhm, there is more … in the forest.”

She keeps on riling me about my unshaved status, she herself having been bare since her teens, not that she seemed to have had a lot of hair in the first place.

But since her cutting she couldn’t get enough of my jungle as she calls my pubes. Always looking for the one treasure, the one she has lost: my clit. She could look at it for hours and play with it till I felt all sore and wished that mine would be gone as well, which, she kept reminding me, could happen sooner than I think.

“Just wait till Liss comes back from her holidays. She will call in her second instalment.”

That’s the warning Lindy keeps repeating and it always makes me horny as hell.

She sounded like a pig at the trough, slurping and grunting, and it felt like she would turn my insides out with her long tongue. I pulled her away, her face a juicy mess, one drop of my white stuff still clung to her nose and I fed it to her, while I gasped: “Sixty Nine.”

She looked worried, biting her lower lip.

“But it’s still all so raw.”

I pulled her nipple, her breathing increased. Her eyes grew all big, her blue changing to a light violet.

“Sixty Nine.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I like it, when she changes from assertive to submissive within seconds.

She helped with my undressing, for an instant losing her role and hugging me in a lover’s embrace, her hands holding my breasts, while she moulded her front to my back.

Eagerly she sank her head back into my cunt, while gingerly lowering her pussy to my lips. I felt her breathing worriedly into my crotch, when I opened her outer lips and tasted her stitches with the tip of my tongue. It tasted like disinfectant and blood and pee, it seemed she still preferred to touch it only rarely, even for wiping, as she was afraid it would hurt. I licked over her strong flavoured pee hole and she instantly mewled. When I began to lap her abundant nectar, while playing with her asshole, she grunted rhythmically and her hips started to hump the air, even though that meant that my chin kept rubbing on the wound.

I was loosing my concentration as she had started chewing on my hood, while coaxing the little knob out of its cover with the help of her talented tongue, which had wiggled its tip inside. The little electric shocks from those ministrations in combination with the deep hurt of her teeth marking a territory soon to be lost to any feeling had me close to coming. In desperation I pushed a dry finger up her asshole, making her shriek into my pussy. My mouth and nose were digging into her succulent, wet flesh, when I could feel her G spot pressing outward. I so loved her squirt juice, would she still be able to fill my mouth?

That’s when I lost it, a point of infinite darkness exploding into the lightness of empty, my pulsing cunt beating a rhythm against the tip of her upturned puppy dog nose, the sombre pressure of her teeth reminding me that this pleasure was just on loan. I must have rammed my finger deep into her asshole, because at the back of my mind fascination battled with disgust at the feeling of a log making its way down the velvety chute, which kept my finger prisoner in a vicelike grip. Her constant whimpers brought me to the realisation that in my ecstasy my teeth had closed around the spongy tissue of her pushed out G spot. She sighed with relieve, when I opened my jaw, while she continued to lick my dripping cunt with cat like efficiency, having me jump every time she touched my clit. I admired her open hole, wet, inviting, desperate for my fist, her cervix easily discernible vibrating with unfulfilled desire.

I was just lifting my other hand in lazy post orgasmic bliss to explore her depths, when she turned around, wiggled her bum to dislodge my finger from her ass and latched unto my nipples with baby like enthusiasm, eliciting another series of moans as my pussy cramped in harmony to each suck.

“Mhm, I so love your cum, I will miss it.”

She was looking up testing my realisation of impending loss, when I pulled her up, kissing her ferociously, while I cleaned my pungent smelling finger by pulling her hair.

By the time I pushed her away, we were both out of breath, her lips swollen and red, her hips bumping into my knee, the hurt and despair making her eyes swim.

“So close, so close …,” she kept whimpering.

“I’m really starting to like it that you can’t come anymore.”

She looked frustrated and taunted at the same time.

“Keeping you perpetually horny is such a turn on.”

My whispers made her squirm even more, her sutures scratching my knee, faster and faster and …

“Ouchy,” she shouted out in frustrated pain, while banging a fist between my breasts. She looked up at my grunt, surprised and frightened by her own reaction.

It took only a second to turn her around, grab her arms, holding her very close, pressing the air out of her lungs, while bitch slapping her with my valkyrien boobies.

“Sorry, sorry …”

She sounded genuinely worried, although I knew she relished every second of her manhandling.

“As punishment you will tell it again.”

“Oh no, please …”

There was a hint of a sob in this reaction. Telling the story of her declitting was every time emotionally draining for her and she hated it as much for the fact that without fail it made her incredibly horny as much for her repeated realisation of her permanent loss.

I dragged her and myself to the head board, her backside rubbing against my wet pubes.

“Come on, no prevaricating.”

She sighed in fake resignation.

“But you were there anyway …”

That was her usual start of the story and as usual I didn’t react, just held her even closer.

“Liss took out the scalpel and croaked in her sexy voice: ‘Time to harvest my first instalment.’”

“Liar. You can’t remember that: You were gone, in the throes of your last orgasm when she said that.”

“But you told me later that she had said that.”

Agh lawyers, they always have to have the last word.

“Ok, fair enough, but I want you to go further back.”

She grunted in disagreement.

“Liss looked up and I felt like crying because there was pain in her eyes and the last thing I wanted was to hurt her, it was just that …”

She had stopped.

“What?”

“ … that I couldn’t help being in love with you.”

Melinda had spoken very fast, nearly inaudible. Melinda has severe commitment issues and that she even spoke the word ‘love’ was one big step in our relationship. To coax her into telling her story was one of my many unfair tricks to force her to face her fear.

I kissed the back of her head, relishing the sweaty smell of her hair.

“Further back.”

She just wiggled her bum at me, which had me gushing even more as my cunt was already wet in anticipation of the gruesome story.

“Bob introduced me to all the head of departments as his deputy and that’s when we first met.”

And what a meeting it was: I was just finishing instructing Morris, my assistant, when I turned around to be faced by a Meg Ryan clone, only even prettier and I remember nothing about what was spoken, just her blue eyes and the feeling of utter despair that I never would have a chance to kiss this incredible mouth.

Working with her as deputy legal adviser on all the marketing contracts was torture and still I used my precious time inventing legal problems so she would spent more hours with me.

And then the fateful Christmas party, where seeing her flirt with all these young male upstarts, had me flee half drunken to the toilets, where I inadvertently heard her talking to Dora on the phone, describing her ordeal of make believe, so she wouldn’t put a dent in her career. This made me sad and furious and horny and before I knew, what I was doing, I had banged open my door, pulled her into my stall and gave her the kiss to end all kisses. I still feel it on my lips, and how her initial shock changed from resistance to letting happen to passion within seconds and how my heart rejoiced and my reason recoiled and my pussy felt so tight that I thought I see fireworks, while jumping from a thirty feet spring board into a tiny swimming pool. But what I heard was her mobile splashing into the bowl.

We spent the Christmas holidays in bed and the day of reckoning wasn’t pretty:

“Liss kept pacing back and forth, her cape swishing at every turn. I knew it before she said it and still hearing it from her own mouth in her usual strange voice shook me to the core. ‘You know the price Melinda. Are you ready to pay it?’ And you, all stupid and proud and not recognizing, what you do, just stood there and said: ‘I pay the price for her.’ And I shouted, ‘No,’ and that’s when I couldn’t stop crying and kept saying, “Take my clit, take my clit, not hers, it’s all my fault, I have to pay the price, not Joe’s, please take my clit, Liss …’”

Lindy had started crying, while telling the story and her sobs closed my throat and before I knew it, my tears wetted her hair.

“It’s ok, Lindy. It’s only fair that we both pay the price. We will find other ways to play.”

The whispered encouragement barely concealed my own sorrow.

“But I so love your pussy, all these rubbery folds and how the swell up and the lips open like a flower and it turns from pink to red and the hood shrinks back and your clit grows out and …”

She couldn’t stop bawling.

“Shsh, it will be ok. Remember the photo? Didn’t it look cool?”

She squirmed and her hiccups subsided. Meekly she said, “It did look sexy. Just this thin red line and the little hole …”

“And Liss said that even the line will vanish and it will all be smooth and no forest anymore …”

“But I like your jungle.”

“Well, I remember someone complaining about it. Who was that again?”

Her petulant little groan let to a whining “But only if I get hair in my teeth. It smells nice like all woman and so …And it’s not fair that you pay a higher price than me.”

She was close to crying again.

“Well, I think Liss knows us better than we do ourselves. She let you stay open for a reason.”

“What reason would that be?”

She sounded more furious than desperate now.

“So you can give birth to our babies without any complications.”

There was a stunned silence. Then she wiggled out of my arms with astounding speed and strength, looked at me with the steely determination I came to admire in her negotiations with my more difficult clients and threw herself into my arms. Surprisingly her kiss started all sweet and slow and loving like with all her will she was trying to hold back, but soon it became a devouring, hungry, tongue swallowing torrent of passion, which had my head banging against the head board and my chest so full of emotion that I felt like exploding and dissolving at the same time, while she pressed herself into me like she wanted to crawl into my body. When we were catching our breath, she whispered into the crook of my neck, “I love you. How many kids do you want?”

“As many as your body can manage to produce or should I say till your bottom falls out, your belly scratches your knees and your boobies are sucked dry?”

Laughing she answered with her eyes sparkling “Starting with two should be a reasonable option, don’t you think?”

Then she stroked my face, sighed and sat back between my legs drawing my arms around her.

“Liss probably also knew only to well that waiting for half a year to call in her payment would be hell on earth for me. I couldn’t stop playing with it. By evening running home into your arms, it was so sore I couldn’t come any more. More than once I was sure you would leave me because of that and more than once I faltered and worried if I really could pay the price or shouldn’t go back to her. And then your tongue would smooth the ache in my clit or you would look at me across the table in one of these endless meetings and I knew I made the right decision. Though it drove me potty that you refused to make love to me during office hours. I still think a little romp in the office toilets would have been sexy. At least you thought so too in the beginning.”

That aside was expected: My paranoid refusal to graze the danger of revealing our relationship in the office was a permanent subject of dispute. The Christmas Party drunken lapse of judgement, although having been the most life changing act in my life, still had my hair stand on end, when thinking about it. But being quite astute in office politics herself, I was sure, one day she would understand.

“Still the worst was thinking about that day when I had made my promise.”

She couldn’t continue again. But I knew all about it. After our first traumatic encounter Liss had the disconcerting habit of showing up at the strangest moments in my office to tell me little stories about Melinda only to disappear again with a swish of her cape. For my staff I had to use the rather lame explanation of a long lost step sister, who had somehow lost her track. Morris smiled his usual enigmatic grin and I knew he would stop all tongue wagging.

When I told Lindy the first time about these strange meetings, she became frantic, shouting that if I wanted to end it I should say it right now. Confused by her reaction, I reassured her that Liss couldn’t tell me anything, which would change my love for her. It took me two hours of licking to squeeze another orgasm from her swollen clit and she slept in my arms with that satisfied smile I never tire of looking at.

Still it came as a shock when Liss’ stories revealed in her rather round about croaked voice way that, when she first met her, Lindy was a fifteen year old drug addict hooker, working out of a side alley close to where Liss had performed her latest job. The declitting of a hooker’s twin daughters had her so worked up that she couldn’t resist playing with another uncut pussy, which she did enthusiastically after having convinced Lindy against her better street wisdom to jump into Liss’ jet-black Lincoln to be swished off to Liss’ sumptuous apartment. One can only surmise Lindy’s horror, when the next morning she found herself gagged and bound to a table as well as confronted with the choice of either staying or leaving … and leaving something precious behind.

Much later Lindy once confessed that had she known the horrors of detox, she would have given her clit freely already then. On the other hand her clit was what made her survive the ordeal as Liss kept playing with her pussy to get her through the worst moments, often with the flat side of her scalpels, which without fail had Lindy coming in seconds.

By the time Lindy was back to High School and latter to College with the help of Melissa’s considerable financial support she was a reformed woman and till today she doesn’t touch any drug or alcohol. She lived with Liss in a strange mother daughter lover relationship, but she never was allowed to reciprocate the pleasure she was given nor did she ever see Liss naked.

Till today Lindy isn’t even sure that Liss lives in that apartment as she often left through the front door. On the other hand there were parts closed off and, when once in the early relationship she tried to jump out the window, after, feeling lonely, she had banged for hours at the closed doors, the fingernails imbedded in Liss’ black gloves left marks for days on Lindy’s arm, when Liss pulled her back from the ledge to receive her punishment.

“I couldn’t sit for days and I needed a catheter for a week, because my pee hole was really sore. But she left me my clit. And I got used to being alone. And there was Dora.”

Dora was the only constant in Lindy’s life at that time, an elderly woman who kept the place running, and who became the Grandmother Lindy never had.

“I could now talk for hours about that last weekend, your surprise weekend in the mountain chalet, as you called it. But I wouldn’t be able to express in words what it meant for me. It was so … perfect.”

From her squirming it was obvious that remembering these last hours of sweet tender love with her sex still complete made her horny.

“So I felt ready, sated, in peace with my decision, when we returned to the city. At least that’s what I thought. And then Liss showed up as promised and the moment I saw her strut through the door with her long shiny rubber gloves and these blood-red fingernails and knowing, what these hands would do to me, I started bawling like a baby.”

Lindy had put her head back into the crook of my neck, which let me kiss away the one single tear, which was rolling down her cheek. She sat up with a rattling sigh.

“Ok, I will finish this fast, because it really hurts me every time I talk about it and I really don’t know why you force me to tell it again and again …that’s so …”

She was furious now, but there must have been something in my look, because when her hurt blue eyes met mine, her face crunched up and she bit her lower lip and heaved once or twice with so much pent up sorrow that it was worse than her all out crying.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m all selfish again“, she whispered turning back, clinging to my arms with one of hers, while reaching back with the other to stroke my face, “I always try to forget that’s it’s not only about my healing but also about preparing yourself for a fate much worse.”

“Shsh, just take your time, I’ll hold you.”

“That’s exactly what you said then, while I was lying in your arms just like now and Liss sat next to me and with her Hammond organ voice whispered: ‘It’s ok baby to be afraid and I’m not going to lie to you: It’s going to hurt as contrary to my usual procedures I will only use a topical anaesthetic. I want you to feel the loss as much as you feel your love for Joe, deep, gut wrenching, exhilarating.’”

It surprised me every time that Lindy could repeat the exact words of Liss’ enigmatic phrases, although she herself kept crying her heart out at the time, saying again and again, how sorry she felt that she had betrayed her and that she loved her, but that she couldn’t help herself and that she would pay back all the money and that she was so afraid and that … Liss shushed her with one of her red acrylic fingernails drawing a thin red line from Lindy’s wet stained face over her surprisingly hard nipples to her soon to be altered sex, which even from my perspective looked definitely wet.

“’You gave me ten years of your life and now you give me your most precious body part, which I will cherish always. There are no regrets, just joy to be able to contribute to your happiness together”, she said and I still don’t understand, why cutting off my clit, will make us happy.”

Lindy is always angry, when she comes to that part, but the more often she tells it the more I start to understand. There is something compelling about love and sacrifice, about offering your body as payment for your love, about finding ways to express your desire for your loved one away from the trodden paths of vanilla sex: Especially as I keep seeing Liss’ nearly nippleless breasts as she took off her corset. It left us both speechless. Me, because I saw my future and started wondering if the photos she had shown to us as explanation for my modification on that fateful day weren’t of her own body. Lindy, because after ten years for the first time Liss revealed herself to her. When Lindy touched Liss’ boobs, Lindy’s shuttering sigh was both absolution and understanding. And she opened eagerly her legs for Liss to delve into Lindy’s sodden crotch to deliver one final coup de grace.

“I felt so ashamed that Liss could bring me to an orgasm just with the touch of her fingernail and me touching her boobs: And that after this weekend and …”

“… you came three times more and what cums they were: I barely could hold you and Liss’ face was bathed in your juice.”

“I know.”

She sounded genuinely chagrined.

“I loved every second of it, so hot.”

“Did you?”

I felt her smile.

“But it’s not right that someone else can make me come so much …”

“It wasn’t some one else, it was Liss and it was a wonderful good bye.”

“Yes, it was.”

She sounded all dreamy now, her legs scissoring slowly. I couldn’t help myself and had to pinch her nipples. She groaned in frustrated horniness, before continuing in a hoarse whisper.

“I was so out of it that I didn’t even recognise that she had put some cream on my pussy and that she had taken her instruments. I only had suddenly this tearing feeling down there, first left and then right and that’s when I saw that your legs where bound to mine. I felt that something was stuck in my mouth, which tasted like my pussy. I was about to panic, when you whispered in my ear that I will be so beautiful and then Liss looked up between my legs and nodded and I felt your arms go really tight. I had troubles breathing and nevertheless I felt strangely safe and that’s when my world exploded into shards of bright white pain. It was like when Liss had punished me with that glowing wire up my pee hole, only worse. And then there was this snip and it was like all these shards came tumbling down to form this perfect pool of even glass and I was floating over it and I felt all peaceful and my pussy was all tight and there was this one place in my head, which kept on pulsing and pulsing and couldn’t stop and I didn’t want it to stop and I wanted to go there and stay there forever. And that’s when I woke up and Liss was stroking my sweaty face and said, ‘Look at your beautiful butterfly.’ It really looked like a butterfly swimming in a blue solution and I didn’t understand what it was. And then the pain hit me between my legs and I wanted to shout out, but Liss was already putting two pills into my mouth. Drinking them down brought back my voice as well as some semblance of consciousness to my overwrought brain as strangely enough I asked: ‘Where am I?’ And you both said at the same time: ‘You’re at home, baby.’”