Clit Torture 101

Clit Torture 101

I live in San Francisco, a lesbian slave of my mistress. Mistress Greta – she’s of German extraction – has a reputation as being one of the most severe lesbian lifestyle dommes in the world. I can attest that it is a reputation well-deserved. She is somebody to be feared, as she is no limits and no safeword. Yet I bet that if she clicked her fingers some submissive lesbian slut would come running, to have the honour of being tortured by her. Mistress Greta plays hard.

Occasionally Mistress Greta holds classes in the correct way to treat a slave. Today it is a clit torture class. I have agreed to be the final participant, despite my clit being very sensitive. I am very clitoral. I can only come through my clit being manipulate. if it gets hurt badly today it might be ages before I can come again. But those are the breaks, when you are the slave of Mistress Greta.

When Mistress Greta advertised the fact that she was holding a clit torture seminar she got dozens of lesbian masochists begging to take part. She chose the six most attractive ones, with big clits. If you are doing something like this you don’t want a girl with a tiny clit, I suppose.

A dozen women, some dominant, some submissive, have paid $250 dollars to be here today, and watch proceedings. They will only watch. They will not take part. But, like I said, my mistress has a reputation for sewing hard.

Seven gyno chairs have been set up. We – who are to suffer clit torture – have already been strapped down, so tightly that we cannot move. We have all been gagged, in case our screams deafen people, A friend of Mistress Greta is operating a camera. She will train the lens on each submissive, as Mistress Greta works her way from the first up to me. The feed is being broadcast to two massive monitors, one at the front of the room, one at the back. It is so that everybody, including us, will be able to see everything that occurs in super-high definition detail. At the moment that camera is trained on the cunt of the first participant. The cunt, of course, is fully shave, and prepared ready for torment. The clit has had a vacuum tube used on it, and a tight leather band placed around the base of the clit, keeping the clit hood back and the clit erect, no matter what is done to it. I met the girl before we were tied in place. She is a bubbly blonde super-masochist, who told me that she is almost wetting herself at the thought of being tortured by Mistress Greta. I wonder whether she will feel the same at the end of this exhibition.

The guests arrive, and Mistress Greta appears to start the seminar. She is dressed normally, in black jeans and a black tee shirt. She always wears black. it is her favourite colour.

“Today my seminar is on clitoral torture.” she begins. “I recognise some of you from my past seminar on breast torture and vulval torture. A clitoris is the most sensitive part of a woman’s body. This means that any torture will be intense. Today I will demonstrate various methods of bringing agony to a slave’s clit.”

I see the screen switch to Mistress Greta. She pulls on a pair of clear rubber gloves.

“The first slut will have the pleasure of having her clit abraded by sandpaper.” There is a muffled grunt from the blonde. “She will then have ghost chilli rubbed into her abraded clit. You should be very careful with chilli oil, as it is very powerful. do not get it on your hands, and definitely do not get on your eyes. The chilli oil which I am using today would be agonising on a normal clit, and the burning sensation will last for days. But on a clit which has been braded by sandpaper it will feel like a branding iron is being used on her clit, without the problem of burning away such a wonderful source of pain. The pain will just go on and on.”

The camera switches to the cute blonde, who is now struggling in her bonds, not wanting to go through with this, after all. But she is too securely bound. Nobody steps up to help her. They all want to see what happens when you apply chilli oil to a clit which has lost its top layer of skin.

The camera goes back to Mistress Greta. She has picked up some sandpaper. She walks over to the end of the gyno chair, making sure the camera can pick up everything which she is doing. She rubs the sandpaper all over the clit until it is bleeding. The slave jerks in the chair as much as she can. But there are no limits, no safeword.

My mistress uses a cloth to wipe away the blood. The clit a foot high on the massive monitor – looks very raw. Mistress Greta gets out a small bottle of the chilli sauce. It is whitish, rather than red. She puts some on her gloved fingers, and rubs it all over the clit.

“MMMMMPH!” We all have mics near us, so that our screams, muted by the gags, can be picked up. But it is still very loud. Somebody turns the sound down on slave number one.

“There, that is all that you need to do.” Mistress Greta says, as she removes – carefully – her rubber gloves. “Her clit will be in agony for days.”

Mistress Greta moves to slave number two. She is a lanky woman in her forties, with a large clit, but no tits to speak of. She told me – and Mistress Greta – that she can cum just by having her clit whipped. Like the others, her clit is exposed by a leather or rubber ring around its base, keeping the clit hard and the hood out of the way.

“This slut likes having her clit whipped.” Mistress Greta says. “She says that a clit whipping can bring her to orgasm, without any other manipulation. I do not normally believe in such pleasure. But I am intrigued to see whether this is correct. So I ill be using a relatively light whip – to begin with.”

Mistress Greta pulls out a short whip which is really nothing more than a bootlace attached to a handle. For her, this is very soft. She starts a rhythmic whipping of the clit. The slave sighs in pleasure, building up to an orgasm. Mistress Greta is very skilled at giving pleasure/pain, when she chooses to reward a slave, which is not very often.

Right at the moment of orgasm, when the slave’s body starts shaking in pleasure, Mistress Greta changes whips, for a length of telephone cord, where the last inch or so has had the plastic stripped off, revealing the sharp metal wire. She slashes it down, again and again, for the duration of the woman’s orgasm, turning pleasure into torture, the sharp metal end cutting into the clit with each slash, the woman screaming into the gag. Only when the orgasm ends does Mistress Greta stop.

“She asked to have her clit whipped.” Mistress Greta says, as she moves on to the next participant. This is a cute, short redhead, with a nice meaty clit, fully exposed and pumped. It looks as big as a cherry tomato.

“We are going to use electricity on this clit.” Mistress Greta says. “Normally we might use electricity all over this slave cunt, to punish her. But today, it will only be her clit.”

Mistress Greta gets out a bare wire, which leads to some sort of transformer. She also gets out some superglue. I watch, on the monitor, as she superglues the wire to the side of the slut’s clit. The slut, also watching the screen, shakes her head. Mistress Greta superglues another wire to the other side of the clit.

“Let us see how much she can take. This is level one.” Mistress Greta says, as she operates a control on the shock machine. The slut shakes, but can handle it. “However, if this class was about tickling a clit we might make our way up through the various levels, stopping at the last level she can handle. But this is about clit torture. it is about taking a slave far above what they can handle. This is level ten.”

Mistress Greta keeps a button depressed on the machine, for five long seconds. The slave becomes a solid muscle for all those five seconds, screaming into the gag. She sounds exhausted, when the shock stops. But it is not over.

“The good thing about such machines is that they are programmable.” Mistress Greta says. “There is no need to hold the button down. So let us program in some shock. I think that we will keep the level set at ten, as this is supposed to be torture. One shock a minute, for as long as this presentation continues. But how long? Well, she managed five seconds, so let us make that the minimum amount of time. We will make the maximum thirty seconds. that will leave her a little time to recover between shocks.”

The slave is left to her electrical torture as moves on to the next slave. She is a buxom black girl, with the biggest clit of any of us. She looks very scared, having seen the torture meted out to the other slaves. I guess that she is already regretting signing up for this class.

“Another way of torturing a clit is through needles.” Mistress Greta says. “I will be kind, and not heat them first. But red hot needles are a thing you can do to a real maso slut, although there is, of course, the very real danger of destroying the nerve endings, so that she can no longer feel pain. And we don’t want that, do we? So we will be using my own needles. These will leave a clit intact – well, mostly. Her clit might recover from this. if not, at least she will remember this day for the rest of her life.2

Mistress Greta holds up a needle, so that the camera can zoom in on it. I can see lots of nasty little barbs, running the length of the needle – as can the black girl.

“Mmmph.” She shakes her head. But she is ignored, as Mistress Greta pushes needle after barbed needle into the big, red clit. She runs out of needles after twenty. The clit has become a pin cushion, bristling with those tortuous needles.

“Let us leave her like that.” Mistress Greta says. “She can take out the needles herself, when the session is over. By doing that you are forcing the slave to torture herself.”

She moves on to number five. This slave is a stunning blonde, with big breasts and a beautiful clit, just begging to be hurt.

“Torturing so many clits has turned me on.” Mistress Greta says. “It is time for me to take some pleasure. There is no reason why you cannot combine torture to your slave’s clit with your own pleasure.”

The camera briefly pans over the women watching the scenes of clit torture. Most of them have divested themselves of trousers or skirts, and are openly masturbating, as they watch severe torture being meted out on our poor clits.

Mistress Greta removes her tight black jeans, revealing that she has nothing on underneath. She goes to the head of the next gyno chair, where there is some punk girl with spiky black hair.

“I am going to crush your clit with pliers.” Mistress Greta says. “I will only stop when you make me cum. Do you understand?”

The girl nods. Mistress Greta takes out the gag, as it is pretty hard to suck somebody’s cunt if you have a big plastic gag in your face. For once Mistress Greta is almost gentle, squeezing just a bit, twisting a little. Perhaps she fears that the slave will bite her. It is only when Mistress Greta cums into the slave’s mouth that she loses control a bit, and squeezes the pliers hard, almost flattening the poor clit. The slave faints.

Mistress Greta inspects the crushed clit.

“It will recover.” she slides her jeans back on, and moves onto the slut before me.

This slave is thin, and around forty years old, short dark hair, and with a lot of scars and old burns on her body. The slave has no clitoral hood. Instead, she has a metal ring around the base of the clit. She came like that. I think that she is as hardcore a masochist as Mistress Greta is a sadist.

“Next we come to cigarette torture.” Mistress Greta says. “Normally you want to only gently touch the clit with hot ash, not keeping up contact with the clit. Otherwise you will destroy the never endings, and won’t be able to torture the clit any more. But this slut has indicated that she wants the most severe cigarette clit torture which I can dole out. And that is what she is going to get.”

Next comes up one of the nastiest scenes which I have ever seen. Mistress Greta burns the clit all over, holding the cigarette to every part of the stem and the head, until there are nasty black burns all over the clit. But that it not enough for her. She lights another cigarette, and bends down, crouching, so that she can smoke the cigarette while it is in contact with the flesh of the clit. She burns a little hole in one side. It is gross. But everybody moves in, to get a close look at a truly burned clit.

“That won’t recover. But you might still get some feeling out of it if you drive red hot needles into its centre. There should still be a few nerves there.”

Now it is my turn. I still have no idea what Mistress Greta intends to do to me.

“This treacherous slut has been sleeping with men behind my back, despite her being my personal slave.” Greta says. Uh oh. This does not sound good. I wonder how she found out? It does happen to be true, though. And Greta hates men, and those who sleep with them. I start to panic, as it is lucky she didn’t actually kill me, when she found out that I had betrayed her.

“That is inexcusable.” Mistress Greta says. “Therefore, my last demonstration will be a clitoridectomy.”

“Mmmph!” I scream into the gag, but I am ignored. I look at the audience, but not one of them are going to help me. They all are highly turned on, wanting to see me lose my clit.

“Should you ever have to perform a clitoridectomy yourself, be sure not to use any painkillers first. Instead, make it as painful as possible. The treacherous slut should remember it for the rest of her life – however short it might be.”

I gulp in fear.

Mistress Greta manoeuvres a pulley into place. there is a cord attached, with a nasty looking alligator clamp attached. I can guess where it is going. I scream into the gag as the teeth of the clamp bite down onto my unprotected clit. The cord is shortened, pulling on my clit until I fear that my clit is going to be pulled out by the roots. My clit is now longer than it has ever been.

“Make sure that you get all of the clit.” Mistress Greta says, as she pulls out a shiny steel scalpel. She cuts through my clit, digging down into my base. I feel a profound loss, as my severed clit swings away on the cord. “You need to stop the bleeding, and to destroy any nerves at the base of where the clit was. For that I recommend a branding iron. But fire safety laws preclude me from having a brazier in this building. Instead we will use a soldering iron.”

Mistress gets out a soldering iron, and sears the base of my clit, looking down into my tearful face with hate-filled eyes.

“That concludes this seminar. If my treacherous slut does not obey me from now on, the next seminar will be on skinning a slave’s pair of tits…”

The End.