‘Anyhow, I hear you have a plan.’ She continued.

I explained my plan. All three of them listened to the details.

Marion said, ‘ We’ll have to get strong attachments for the pillars, and good ropes and bondage attachments. We can use the existing pulley and wires and the guillotines and remote controls that we have.’

‘We’ll have to get permission from the group to do it this way,’ added Sal.

‘That’ll be no problem,’ chimed in Marion and Christine at once.

‘We’ll get the stuff tomorrow and rehearse the day after.’

The next day, Marion and Sal bored holes in the pillars. They filled them with hooks and tested them with their own weights to ensure they held. The put their pulley wheel on a stand and got wire of suitable thickness; not to thin to cut; not to thick to fall off. The tested the guillotine and remote control.

The day after all for of us arrived at the centre early. We were the only ones there. Marion and Sal attached the ropes to the hooks. I undressed and put on straps round my wrists and ankles. Each had a ring in the strap through which to tie the rope. I stood on a chair with my arms outstretched. Marion and Sal also stood on chairs and attached the ropes to my wrists and pulled them tight. They then got down and did the same with my ankles. I was now suspended between the columns.

Christine got the wire. It was coated in a thin plastic and she formed a narrow loop at the end. She then parted my labia and pulled at my clitoris. It was the first time she had touched it. We looked each other in the eyes as she fondled it to make sure it was fully erect. Then she put the loop of wire round it and pulled the clitoris to make sure it was firmly secured. She pulled the wire back to the pulley wheel and attached a light weight to it. I could feel it pull.

The three of them moved in front of me and looked at me. I moved my glance from one face to the next. Sal said, ‘Begin!’

I pulled my hips forward and then back. It was about the only movement I could make. The weight pulled up and down behind the pulley. It was too easy. There wasn’t enough tension. I asked them to put some more weights on. They did and then some more.

“It is a pity that there is no clitoris lifting competition, I think you’d win it.’ Marion said.

‘Only for this week,’ smirked Christine.

I thrust and thrust and thrust. I could feel their eyes move from my face to my crotch. I could feel the tension build up. Perspiration trickled down between my breasts and my thighs. Then I convulsed and came. I had resolved to say, ‘Now’ when I came, but did not manage it. Sal clapped.

‘That took about 15 minutes,’ said Marion, ‘It’s enough for a show.’

“Are you going to let me down now?’

“In a minute,’ replied Sal.

Christine came over and yanked the wire loop off my clitoris. She was not gentle.

They still left me spreadeagled.

Sal brought out a chastity belt. She fitted it round my waist and between my legs.

‘What’s this for?’

‘We can’t have you playing with yourself before the big day. You have one last big orgasm left. It has to be as intense as possible.’ Marion locked it. ‘I’m keeping the key. I’ll unlock it next week here. There is no backing out now.’

The big day

During the week I found myself knocking on the metal of the belt as I absent mindedly put my hand between my legs. It reminded me of the decision I had taken.

Marion and Sal had publicised the event among all the members. We hoped for a big turn out.

Christine picked me up and we arrived an hour before the start of the event. Marion unlocked the belt and I took a shower. The marks of the belt straps slowly faded. It occurred to me that I had never seen any of the others naked. I had seen a picture of Elizabeth strapped in chair, and I had seen Ibrahim.

There were about a dozen women there when I came out. Both Ibrahim and Mustafa were there too. I could see Sue, Charlotte, Caroline, Elizabeth and some others I had met once or twice. All were dressed in long robes. Several had pendants round their necks. I knew what was in them.

Sue announced what everyone knew, that they were here to witness my clitoridectomy.

I strode out and put my arms and legs apart. Marion and Sal fixed on the strapping. I climbed a small set of stairs as did Marion and Sal. The ropes were attached to my wrists and ankles and pulled tights. I was suspended and the stairs taken away.

Christine parted my labia and brought the clitoris as far out as she could. She stood aside so that the others could see her rubbing it erect. Marion brought the wire forward. This time there was a guillotine on top of it. She fixed it and then the loop around my clitoris. Christine pulled it to make sure it was secure. She then pulled my clitoris out as far as she could and squeezed the tip, and whispered, “Bye Bye.’

I looked from face to face. I began to thrust. The tension was right. I looked into face after face. I looked at Sue’s big blue eyes, then the dark ones of Marion and Sal, at Ibrahim’s expectant face with slightly open mouth. Elizabeth was smiling and given her height I could see her nipples pushing through her garment. Then I focussed on Christine. She held the remote control in her hand. Would she push it early, just to deny me. I hoped not. We continued to make eye contact. Her face was quite small and rather flat. It seemed expressionless, but there was look of concentration and a glimmer of pleasure.

The tension was beginning to get too much. Would I be able to say ‘Now’ in a strong voice? I did not know.

Suddenly, I came; I convulsed. Nothing happened. Christine was still holding the remote, looking at me. Was she going to deny me by not doing it. I said, ‘Please.’

She pressed the button. There was a sharp pain between my legs. The wire and guillotine machine flew backwards scratching between my thighs. I squirmed.

Christine walked forward and bent down between my legs. She picked up my severed clitoris and held it up above her head in front of me for all the others to see. I could see it too. She said, “Another one of us.’

They all clapped.

Sal came forward to look at my wound and clean it up. When she had swabbed me, both she and Marion let me down. My ankles were untied and hung there. They then loosened the ropes holding my wrists and I was lowered to the floor.

For the first time, I was allowed into the inner courtyard, where only circumcised women could go. I was now a full member of the club.

There was a set of champagne glasses set up. We all drank. I did not occur to me that I was still naked and bleeding. One of the women I didn’t know came up to me. “That was spectacular. I hope we get more to do it that way.’

After half an hour, the bleeding had stopped. Marion and Sal took me into a side room and ensured my wound was dressed. I put on a jelabaya type garment and made to go home. Before I went, Christine came up and kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you so much. That was wonderful.’