"anneke"
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[F]Anneke

Submission Date: 2010-12-13By: light protection factor

[Clitorectomy] [Gay]

A girl named Anneke tries to get rid of her old life, but something got very wrong. (Story is written in German)




Anneke (which I called the spirits)

Written 2010 by sun protection factor for "The Eunuch Archive"

I remember very well about how it all began. It was summer. Outside, the sun was raging over the beaches and outdoor pools and I was sitting at home alone, as almost always. Alone, because I expected to be the best of me. Alone, because I really had no real friend with whom I could really enjoy the summer. Alone, because I especially love alone. I was able to learn alone or ever for the work your school. I'm very good at school. I'm actually always do what is expected of me and I usually do it well. I am a straight A student good. And the age of seventeen, where others often say that this was a difficult time.

At home, I must be as good as ever help. My parents both have to work long hours often in the evening, he is a lawyer and judge at the District Court. That is why we have a housekeeper. Aunt Agatha is a bit older, but I like it. She is so loving and massaged my neck, and often long told me then about her childhood. She speaks excellent German, but once she gets tangled up a bit with the articles. Now and then she always brings something sweet with from Poland. I take it mostly to just give away there in the evening and thanks to my older sister, Melanie. It comes after the holidays in the thirteenth and then makes her high school class. I actually like my sister, although she improperly the exact opposite of mine. She eats a candy bar after another, from Haribo it leaves out nothing, and yet is slim like a fairytale princess. The madness! I need to think of a candy bar, the For example, I give her Aunt Agatha and take immediately to half a pound. On the spot. How do do it? As determined magic behind it. And she has friends. No, no friends to play or romp or making nonsense, no, boys, boys to Poppen. Often it takes one to take home. Once were sometimes two, I think, mostly when my parents are still at work and I am alone at home. As a rule they do not stay long, but I can hear exactly what she's up there, I mean, what they're doing.

I even still had not had sex. I also wanted to not have one, I think. Somehow I still had no desire that a big cock in my body pierced and moves in me until he starts to spray white mucus. I could then not really imagine that it could also give me some fun. And although I always had to listen to how much fun it was preparing my sister. Usually I only heard my sister moan, but occasionally I could hear how it was one of the guys. She moaned very different kind of male. It would have been interested in me, how come guys like that, but wanted to try it yourself it's not me.

I had even ever thought about whether I should not even make it to me when my sister was visiting young again. The Bravo is not written exactly how it works. Almost like a baking recipe: Take one hand, stroking gently and delicately, and so on. And then there was my sister, who else, chatting with friends, so loud as to how it on the night itself had previously worried that I had noticed in any case. I knew exactly how to do it, but really I still do not trust me, especially since I consider it so well as my sister. I, I was not so, as they do. But at least I was seventeen!

I do not understand it anyway. I am a straight A student and my sister is a straight A student. She makes almost everything to learn, except. And I'm pretty much learn anything except. I generally do not do anything stupid - and she takes everything she can get.

Every now and then, if she wants to smoke a secret evening, she takes me with him. She has to smoke secretly because our parents would immediately cut the pocket money when they should get it out. "No pocket money for cigarettes," and they have so often said to us, followed by a homily. So when my sister goes to sneak cigarettes, does that mean that it runs through two or three cigarettes while her company and I strip. I would never smoke themselves. This is too expensive and too unhealthy. Sometimes she tells it well what the guys with whom they had or what they told me all excited, like she wants rumkriegen other. Once she told me to look closely. She had this short giggle. Then she quickly picked up her skirt so I could see her cunt. No panties. Bald. Shaved. Only the slot and clear skin. She said that was the greatest asset of a woman. This would be rumkriegen every man, even the elderly and those who are married. The married couples were particularly good in bed. I was shocked. Since my sister was so completely without warning her cunt. Her shaved cunt, mind you. Well, at school, I had also noticed that many of my classmates were shaved. My sister said, unshaven, would not even in this day and age. My pussy was not shaved, of course. I had now and then but the long hair trimmed a little, but they would not dare I wegzurasieren. What then is the doctor going to think of me or my parents would see me like this, or my classmates? Among the other that would fit, maybe, but not to me. Which would have certainly made fun of me. Or anything else would think of me. I could not really introduced to me how this is so, a hairless pubic mound to have. Absence of the hair for not peeing? Or itches when the grow? I dared not, of course, because sometimes check with my sister. It was exactly the opportunity.

When I went to bed that night I could still hear a faint moan came from my sister's room. She was alone, just like me.She fiddled with her sweet mouse. I do not. I put it right before my mind's eye as she was probably there and what they did well. She came to a climax. I do not. Something I'm probably different than they are. Something I'm probably wrong, too. I wondered briefly if I maybe should. Not because I would have needed me to do it himself. No, because I was maybe a little jealous, was on the sweet and carefree life of my big sister. How can it be that they just as good, probably even better than I, lives his life and all that I do not trust. I thought for once and I remember exactly how it was when I suddenly runterzog panties up to my knees. I had to constantly look at my bedroom door. When my parents came in suddenly, it would have been damned embarrassing, because I would have been embarrassed, or even my sister, oh God, coming in when my sister suddenly. Would not that be even worse than when my parents would come to snow? I took myself to slow my pace. I reluctantly went with my hand around in my dark hair. There was no bad feeling, but I could have just as easily caress me and my belly. It was nice, but not really stunning. Maybe the whole thing with the self-satisfaction is also overstated. Maybe not every girl needed, not every woman. How is my sister's untenrum felt? Again and again I had to remember the moment when she suddenly lifted her skirt. As it was so comfortable, so completely without hair? Certainly funny, but feel the caress of a clean-shaven pussy to be better?Suddenly I felt like my vagina always felt wet and I was getting excited too. I already knew the feeling from the television or cinema, when a particularly handsome couple, after a long, endless adversity finally gave a passionate kiss. Even then, it happened that I was wet. Of course, I'm told that no one, it would have been too embarrassing to me. I was shocked when I realized that it was almost like saying was that I was wet only because I played with myself.If I allow myself to really ticklish on my organ playing? Should I now run through really, for the first time or I would then like all the other girls, like all those who made this almost every night, at least if you can listen to the calls from the school canteen faith. You talk so often and so loudly that I can not even listen away. It may be that I did not listen away. That I would never admit to themselves. Although I was excited, I suddenly began to be ashamed of me and as my fingers slowly reached the entrance of my wet vagina, I was startled and pulled my panties back up quickly, where he always belongs to well-bred girl. Of course, I could not sleep that night and was very ill for a long time awake.Maybe it was because I was unable to process the experience slowly, but perhaps I was simply too cool not been up with this idea but I am not come this evening.

In the next few days of the summer I was very thoughtful. I could barely concentrate to a smart book to read or even a magazine. Was I really that boring? I was not a girl standing in life? Why am I doing always what was expected of me? What people expect from life as opposed to me? I realized that I was a boring and uninteresting nerd. I was with you by the binomial formula, I knew the Latin ablative better than with my life and had not even noticed that the youth, the best time of life simply vorbeizog at me so.

I had to change something. But what and above all, how? Should I do it quietly so no one will notice anything? Maybe start with but masturbate? Well, that would be secretly and probably beautiful, but enough already of the order to turn me into a life-loving girl? Or should I steal my sister a cigarette and then aufrauchen secretly in hiding? I might even secretly really starting to smoke, nobody would have noticed something, somehow, the idea was a bit dirty when I looked out secretly at night to sneak me already I light a cigarette in hiding my sister. That would have been something wicked in itself. Certainly I would soon be dependent on the cigarette. I once read that women are about twice as rapidly dependent on nicotine than men. Would this really something for me? Could I really go better if I were addicted to expensive and bad-tasting cigarettes? Somehow I had jitters before that my parents would be noticed, also has somehow smoking a style and it smells. Or should I shave my pussy, just as they do? I would lather them with soap and take the leg shaver and just rid of so everything? Or take even more secret Daddy's beard shavers and electric hair to remove? If I wegrasieren my pubic hair would immediately but at least it would be noticed all the girls in my class. Maybe I shortened it to me at first only a little. I can even catch up later still does not look bad on me, and determines if they do, then I can indeed grow back.

No, if I should change something, then it should really have style, it should be something that nobody I know has done before me. I was unique, even if I was until then only unique bit boring, but I wanted to be unique but not uniquely boring. It should be with class, just with a unique class.

It went by a week of summer vacation without my big words that I could follow me toward great deeds. As I sad in the sun in our garden was what to do with me and knew I suddenly slapped my sister on the back and invited me to their hideout. She had lung hungry, so she always called it. I went with him and stood over her as she began to tell about a party that evening, a party where they wanted rumkriegen a specific type. She was not in love with him, but a friend of hers had told her he had a grenade in bed. He could rattle women like no other ... "Can I?" I asked softly. Finally I had had since the child's birthday time ever at a party at my sister. As she looked surprised, but long before she nodded. So it was done. I would go on my first real party.

Man, I was excited. I could not believe that I will go to a party. Although I know not, but if necessary you can even disappear again if it is too colorful for me. If this should turn into an orgy, I would disappear completely clear. But then it occurred to me again. I did not want to! I wanted to change something in me. An end to this wallflower demeanor. If necessary, I'll think of what I had to leave when I finally wanted to be a less boring person. Maybe I'll find a new girlfriend. But get to the next just so to bed, just like my sister, that I again refused. It had no style.

When we arrived at the party, we came with the bike, my sister disappeared very quickly from my side. She wanted to hunt their prey only to then be killed by their own prey to. I was laughing to myself. "Mounted" would probably be the better term. At the party were guys who were sitting around a bottle of Jagermeister, while laughing loudly and wild things are told. One was bigger than the other, at least with the mouth. Others stood at the grill and enjoying themselves, some stared in secret after the girls. Many girls had bikini tops, or at least very close to tops. It is almost superfluous to mention that I was wearing, of course, not a sexy top. It was a simple and shapeless, but not ugly T-shirt. You could tell though that I was a girl, but my heart could not be seen much. It may well be seeing my chest, I think. It is not huge, but very firm and defies the law of gravity in every respect. I also find it easy to visually very beautiful.

My sister was gone and I stood alone among all these for me, strangers at the party of which I only learned this afternoon that it exists at all and I am only left to prove to myself that I was not so boring to be the way I had of myself recently disclose painful. Someone asked me if I wanted something to drink and I asked for a Coke. I got a Coke, a fairly rigorous tasting cola, which is quickly revealed to me as a grain-Cola. The drinks table already seemed to leave the table, no cola virgin, either brandy or grain. Fanta and Sprite obviously shared the same fate as cola, soft drinks seemed to be frowned upon. I found myself quickly to the situation, it was actually exciting to walk around so with alcohol at the party. I had already tried alcohol for the toast for birthdays, for example, because I liked to drink a sip of champagne but had here so only one reason: booze. Alcohol helped to be relaxed in order to get better on it and most importantly, it helped to finally get rid of my wallflower demeanor.

A tattooing came to me suddenly to mind. A tattooing, which if it were, I thought. I could make a stab tattooing. On the upper arm? No, that was too much and looks kind of adapted. On the ankle were not quite as many girls one, but that was not unique. On the tits? Ouch, that would have intended to hurt, but maybe that would be what horny for me. I could not let anything stand in my horny tits and then I let my little jar of my Tättowierer open down, he could deflower me and he did not even know. But I knew. That was a pretty dirty at the thought I had to hold on to a deep sip of my drink glass. Horny, horny somehow, the thought at least my cunt, which has become completely wet without being asked at the dirty thoughts. I suddenly had respect for me and my ideas, because they were no longer so young girlish as they were a few days.

Although I still do not have people at the party knew, and although I've had so far only very little, I began to dance to the music. I was thinking again of my tattoo on my chest. What should I be stung me? One of the big bear with his paws, watched my breasts perhaps, or something more unobtrusive, emphasizing the crisp form? If the chest be the only area of ??my body that I wanted to paint me?

Ten minutes later I suddenly took a hand from behind and pushed me out of the dancing crowd. It was my sister, disappointed. She had no luck in their hunt for the man of her dreams, her husband and respectively the possible next fucking. "Let's go to the meadow," she said. "I want to smoke and drink and need someone for a chat." I came and listened to my sister, she told them that two girls had made a different price range to make it at the same time, however, and they had not had a chance. She would have loved one, or rather gotten this one, man and slept with him after the party. She tells how she would have liked sex and what wonderful moments you can experience at fucking can do.

As I listened to her so I looked her straight in the eye at once and was very thoughtful. My sister saw this, and was silent. Suddenly I said, 'Melanie, was honest. Am I really that boring? I feel bored and want to change that somehow.Can you help me "I could imagine her answer almost: I should drink and fuck, then the rest would come naturally. But I was not enough. I would then like all the others, and even sauften vögelten. I did not want to be boring. "It should be stylish, Melanie. But I need your help. It should be stylish and unique! "My sister looked at me seriously and then silently nodded and smiled. Although they have long wanted to say a word more, and only now and then drew on her cigarette, I felt like we were really close together. I was very grateful. In the course I danced on and on and sometimes even dared to flirt briefly with a boy who was not obvious from my school. I laughed at him. It seemed to please him.He then danced around me and touched my breasts as if by accident every now and then his upper body. I enjoyed being a girl, at last, and perhaps for the first time my sister the other hand, enjoyed it just once more at a party to be, I looked at my first attempts at flirting and killing time with the rest of a bottle grain without Coke. On the way she had with her bike already use the whole lane. She had been drinking hard, maybe even drunk. But I do not drink has no style.

A few days later I told my sister about my plan to let me tattooing my tits. She looked at me briefly, shook his head and gave me spontaneously three celebrity women who have tattooed their breasts. And then she called me the names of two girls from her class, from whom they also knew that she had a tattoo on her breast. To have come from my plan, the Tättowierer following his own work at the closing, I told her then nothing. A beautiful tattoo on her breasts might have had style, but only if it would have been unique. But it was not. Shit, my beautiful plan was simply not worth anything. I had to quickly come up with something else. I noticed and remembered nothing. A long time passed, the smoking time my sister and we both were silent. Then suddenly I remembered the incident when my sister from me lifted her skirt. That's it, I thought. I would steal Dad's razor to shave, then my hair from my cunt, then drive to Tättowierer, I can stand a very pretty tattoo and then let him fuck me. "And if I like you let me rid my hair and then let untenrum a tattoo? Can you think there also a spontaneous Celebrities? "Melanie smiled wearily and nodded."Some. Unfortunately. There are not many, but what you're doing, of course, have already made some before you. I'm sorry for you. You go to get away from your Tattoo idea. "I went inside and sat down at my desk. Sadly, I looked out the window and the time idly dreaming.

I had in my entire life previously never had a really crazy thing. I was always sensible. I was always good and kind and did what was expected of me. I always thought first of others and of what they might think that way about me. But it must be concluded now. I decided that from now on all irrational and crazy things had style. I had never done something really unreasonable. This should now be over. But what would be unwise enough to allow me to do it? Pussy shave is gone again. This is neither reasonable nor unreasonable, so boring. In addition, Melanie has been shaved. But smoking? Probably not, finally, Melanie smokes already. But it would be so unreasonable of me again to take up smoking. But if I do that, then nobody should hear a thing. And if I would be so unreasonable, then I would smoke on the lungs and also correctly please only real men with cigarettes and not this girl-slim-line light cigarettes for Tiffys.Unreasonable but also every morning before school, three cans of beer would drink. Or three flasks. But alcoholism is anything but classy. My God, it is difficult to make something unreasonable, which is also stylish. When you smoke you can booze look pretty, but not when. I imagined as I stood there and inhaled. How does it feel? Do I have to cough much? Can I get it? I tell you, that was exciting to plan something in my mind. I felt like I was horny all at once. Cool them to plan something unreasonable. This time I took, but finally my fingers and drove him in the crotch. Then I shut off my bedroom door and rubbed my little clit. I was breathing faster and faster. This was all new to me. I felt like it was in me more and more contracted, and it suddenly occurred to me, so I almost fell over with my desk chair. Cool. So that was my own first orgasm. So that was what my sister gave himself every night before falling asleep himself, or what helped her the many guys who are always bringing them back into the room.

In the evening before going to bed I wanted to get it to me again what I did. That night I slept very well and are particularly strong. In the next few days of summer vacation, I was so happy and so in a good mood like never before.I was excited about the newfound body feeling that gave me my pussy, this wonderful orgasms I got when I rubbed my little magic button. And the orgasms were over time even better still, not boring. The more I knew, the more beautiful it became. I was really grateful to be a girl. I was so grateful that I had such a beautiful body and I could use now, as I saw fit. I was pretty stupid, that I started so late with it. It was as if I was seventeen and a half years too stupid, too stupid to get my pearl to the place where she could give me the best moments. Now would be too stupid to give up even a single day after that.

It would be stupid. It would be stupid. Would it be reasonable of me was a day without it? It would be unreasonable to give damn it! So, why would I do without it, I thought to myself again and played around with one finger in my pussy. I stroked my clit veeery slowly. I was always excited and energized. The entrance to my vagina was already wet now no more, he was wet, soaking wet! I was breathing faster and faster. When my other hand played with my breasts, I realized how stiff and hard nipples which were already. It would be so unreasonable to abandon it. It would be unwise, now this close to coming to stop. It would be unreasonable not to do so. Unreasonable. Unreasonable. Unreasonable.

How electrified I let go of my crotch. "There is no orgasm more today," I said firmly to myself I was horny and desperately needed redemption and liberation from Geilsein. I wanted nothing more than another two or three or four times to rub on my pearl and then come forever. It took me an orgasm and it would be so unreasonable to not allow it to me himself, no one was right mind would now stop. But I wanted to be an unreasonable girl. It had style, to prohibit the coming himself. I decided to ban myself from now on the come, and went instead into the shower. I turned the water on freezing. Slowly, I was freezing, but also flew by my lust. At least something that helped.

One week I was almost done, more precisely, there were only five days. If you forbid yourself coming and then we will over time more and more cool. I liked the Geilsein, because it gave me the opportunity to the world with different eyes. When I was horny, I asked myself the people I saw on the road, often naked. I wondered then, what's wearing a bra for the girls to it or whether she has a beautiful bosom, or whether it is just like my sister also shaved untenrum properly. Actually I like shaved pussies really liked, though I knew only a little more closely, and even in this time I had thrown a cunt but one short and fleeting glance. For the guys who move as I watched, I imagined her tail, even though I had never really seen a real hard-on, I painted their tails errigierten me out in my mind's eye. Strong, masculine and pulsing veins on the sides. The veins of men, I found the most beautiful cocks. I imagined then imagine how you think that is to take a man's cock in his hand. Whether you can feel as the pulse in the veins? As this is probably to take a dick in your hand and gently rub? Always with the hand up and then down again, so which one rubs it vigorously while. Guys like that and eventually they begin to breathe harder, until she softly moaned and climaxed splash out while their white semen from her tail. Men must remain men, a shaved tail I find cheesy and unmanly. I do not like. Shaved cocks are as of boys from the kindergarten. When I'm sleeping with a man, then with one that is not completely shaved. He must not look now like a Urwaldaffe, trimmed a bit, he may be, but shaved by no means complete. But if I should ever lick a pussy, then only a shave. Since I am consistently inkonsekuent. In women, the hairless looks incredibly sexy. One step, one mound and in the middle of a delicious flower that opens and wants to be licked by me. Hmmm ....

A week later I was doing my sister once when smoking society. "I have forbidden me coming," I told her proudly. But Mel laughed. She inhaled deeply, read the smoke into their lungs, then breathed out a long time and finally asked me what that should be good. She would never let the ban coming. Not without good reason, but I was just that no one would voluntarily miss out on coming. "I have forbidden me coming, because no one else is doing it! Do you think I think of that? "I asked, not without pride, because I had finally found something that's just me and nobody else I knew did. Mel leaned forward now interested: "And it works? Do you play for is no longer with your little pearl sugar? '"However," I replied, "but only until just before coming. Then I'm usually so hot that I will absolutely come, but that does not allow me "Melanie shook her head and then said to me." Taking yourself to prohibit the coming is just stupid to have cut off the clitoris itself as , but no one will be so stupid! "

Bang. The sat. "But, I'm Mel so stupid!" I said and ran to my room. I closed the door and hurriedly pulled me out of my panties. I was instantly wet and did not have to help out until I spit. Man, that was a cool feeling. Again and again I asked myself whether I should allow myself to come. I was about without me would have it, but I had to stop, if only I had again grated on my little gem, I would immediately come. I forced myself to the fact that my hands were resting far away from my crotch. My legs were wide apart and my vagina enjoying fresh air, but asked for more pats my hand or the tongue of a man, if need be also of an other girl. I was breathing hard and still had the desire for a redemptive climax. "Taking yourself to prohibit the coming is just stupid to have cut himself as the clitoris." Wow, that would be pretty stupid, that would be fucking shit, and damn good. When I look at my clitoris would be cut off, then I would not be embarrassed, but want to come. That would be so damn sexy final. That would be stupid and horny. That would be incredibly foolish, and somehow totally dirty. It had style - and at that moment I just wanted to come, I just wanted to stroke my clitoris, only two or three times and rub it to make him come to me. But all this would not walk when he was gone. I asked myself before my slot, so entirely without clitoris, as it would look like. Could you recognize this at all? I imagined my pussy so I did not notice that I slowly started to play again with me. It was not long before I was against my will, but an orgasm. A giant orgasm. He was insanely huge, it seemed like an eternity. I had almost a week without me horny kept constant to allow the coming of a week without sexual relief. I spent a week just wet my pussy made without that I would have given her permission to do that for which it was created by Mother Nature: The Coming.During the climax, I did not think the fact that I had forbidden my coming, nor the fact that I screamed and I could hear everyone at home. Sun then fucked my sister when I was ready and slowly came to rest gently with her thumb against my bedroom door. "Lousy Loser," she whispered again, just so loud that I could still hear it through the door and then went to her room. I fell asleep. She also masturbated that night before falling asleep.

When I woke up the next morning and realized I had nothing on, I realized suddenly that I had failed. I had come to me yet allowed. I was too weak. As in madness and mad at myself, I ran to my computer. Now nail heads were made with, or without buttons pussy! If I would not remove my clitoris, I would not be able to come and then I would be strong enough to endure the whole. Because I wanted - and because I had to, because without clit I had no other choice. I had forbidden me coming - and do it well. So forever. Of course it would view as most of the other stupid, but I had never done something unreasonable. And that would be the first time I'd do something really unreasonable. That would be my first time

After a long search on the Internet I found a fetish site in my city. Who were actually specialized in sadistic and masochistic games, but I ventured there anyway to write an anonymous e-mail. I thought for a while, how should I write it because, so it's not for a petulant little girl sounds, but after a serious young woman with a little more specific request. I decided then to the clear text method, in a nutshell: "Remove her also Klitorisse when the wearer wants it?". Then I clicked on the Send icon. That was pretty exciting. But the sending of this email electrified my body to the utmost, and I was suddenly perceive only my little pussy. I was wet from the thought of what I had written for wicked stuff this email. I was out all day after just antsy. I kept asking myself whether my request would be taken seriously. I would have more than once on this day prefer not immediately concerned, but I did not want it anymore. I wanted to be cool, without allowing me coming. When I turned on the computer at night and looked in my inbox, I got the answer to my question. They took her seriously. They told a meeting place, where I was the very next evening to meet with them. I was allowed to take anyone who had to appear alone.

I met the blow. They wanted to meet me. They wanted to take my problem, maybe I would have very soon no longer clitoris, then I would finally be someone special. Without clitoris I would never have come back, have no climax, no more of this beautiful orgasms more, like all the other women around me. I tore off the panties and masturbated wildly on it, I was as mad as I was in no time even gave a peak. I must have groaned very loudly, but I did not care. As the feeling slowly subsided I put on my bathing suit and jumped into the lake. It was very relaxing to swim in the heat. I went alone, and thought only from and to the evening ahead of me.

When evening came at last, I walked slowly to the due meeting in the city park. I waited and watched, meanwhile, to the starry sky. Whether I was tricked? No one seemed to come. I remained alone, waiting. I could feel my heart beat not only, I could hear him. So excited and I was curious to what might be done today. I waited an eternity, but just wanted to go when I was a woman with a dark leather jacket in front of me. She seemed to come from nowhere, perhaps I had not even noticed how creeping on me. She was maybe late twenties and pretty. She had long black hair and eyes as deep as the night we were standing. "Would you really?" She said to me, pointing to halbhauchend with their fingers a scissors motion. I just nodded my breath once again on the breath. The person of my fate depended on me, then looked at longer and whispered in my ear: "You know what this means for you, right?" Again, I nodded, I hardly dared to breathe. "Do not cry out orgasm little death no more, no one will ever be able to lick you right back, no one will come as long as you can until you are saved. No more little button that would make you happy! ... Are you you sure? "Again I nodded. "Say it to my face," she snapped. "Jjja," I stammered quietly. "Tell me correctly. In a clear set of clear instructions, "she told me. I had to swallow, but tried to breathe quietly. "I want you to me my clitoris abmachst." I whispered. This time it was she who nodded. "You see the black car back there? In this I will enter. I will wait ten minutes for you. You go up one, there is no turning back. Ten minutes, a minute longer. If you enroll, we will connect you eyes so you do not know where we go. Arriving at the destination, we are a little bit with you and play at the end of this game you have your clitoris against your insane ideas exchanged. I promise you. It will not hurt, but you'll never again have the opportunity to reach a sexual climax. Not one more, do you hear? Never again! You rise but not in the black car, then you will not hear from us again and you will continue to play with your little, young Mädchenmöse as often as you want. She turned around and said again, "ten minutes, you hear? Only ten minutes! "

I saw the car well. It had turned on the parking lights and stood there and waited. It was waiting for me. It was waiting I decided to do what I intended to do, why I was here. It would not hurt, which calmed me down before. I took a deep breath and before the end of ten minutes, I walked toward the car. I wanted this I'd never done anything really seriously unreasonable. And now here was my thing, my chance to be unique. Fuck the reason. Fuck it! I was very calm and went step by step on the parked car. Those moments went by in slow motion. No sooner had I arrived at the parked car as the pretty woman was saying to me, smiling: "Welcome, my baby, tell already Goodbye to your little Klitty", gave me a kiss on the forehead and put me a scarf. I saw nothing more. I was blind. From the ensuing drive, I was not much. The woman massaged my neck and my upper arms down, and she patted me tenderly on the back. I had no more fear. A thousand thoughts went through my head. Would they treat me well good? Would not it really hurt? After a short car ride and subsequent walk, we arrived at our destination. There was a large room, giving me my privacy withdrew. I stood there and around me were two women. For one, the pretty, dark-haired woman from the park and to others a little smaller, about the same age, but also very, very beautiful woman with white blonde hair. It was forbidden to speak their obvious. Once she wanted to ask something, but before she could say a sound set you already have a whip of the black-haired. Both women were naked up to knee-length black boots. This looked very exciting, as it were so there. Both women had long hair, both women had large, firm breasts. They were really determined. The breasts of white blondes were perhaps a greater klitzekleinwenig. The black-haired woman had trimmed her pubic hair into a small airstrip. The white-blonde was totally shaved. That it was very good as I thought.

I was undressed and put on a stretcher. I dared not speak. Both my hands and my feet were handcuffed by the white blond woman so lashed to the bed so that I move very little could. Helpless as an X, I was lying around. The arms and legs splayed, but I could hardly move. I had not tried it but great, because I quickly realized that such an undertaking on the one hopeless, and the other would be very painful.

Now move the woman who was not allowed to talk to her bare bottom over my head and put her pussy right over my nose. She laughed, but did not dare to speak. I could smell her Vaginalduft. She smelled clearly to cunt. After her cunt.So close to me I'd never seen a foreign cunt. I could see her lips quite clearly from this distance. Every pore, every wrinkle in the middle stood out her clitoris. I had such a clitoris, or rather such a clit I had too, but I was here to change that. After the turn, or swimming lessons, I had probably already seen some pussies, but as you can not you look so closely, as if a stranger pussy positioned right before your eyes. Not one little hair I could recognize. No traces of a shave. Simply wonderful and wonderfully pretty smooth. Did she want me to lick? I had never licked a woman. They wanted, that I actually am? Her pussy was different than mine, but I found it wonderfully well. I hesitated a little, then I closed my eyes and stuck his tongue out carefully in order to put them in her lap, in order to bury herself in her slit.How this woman would probably tasters, I asked myself yet, but so far I pushed my tongue forward also, I just stuck it into nothing, but I heard the black-haired laughing out loud: "Now, not even so rashly, kid. You are not here to lick my slave. You are here to please me and to your small, doomed, pearl leave with me. That's what you want, right? "I could only nod slowly and affirmative" give Mmm Mmm "by me. Of course, I was so here. I had so willed it so. Maybe I was the only woman for miles around here who had volunteered to make this with you. But that was just the Horny. I was wondering in what situation I found myself, when I felt something warm between my legs. It was pleasant and suited to the feeling of lust. It was the tongue of the woman I just wanted to lick themselves more, and busied himself to himself now in my little pussy. I could feel the juices formed in my vagina and went out of my already wet pussy a soaking wet pussy. I have never tasted, it was just my first time Maybe this was also my last time with an intact sex? I was breathing heavy. Did this woman really think that I'm here now? I had to breathe faster and harder. I moaned now. It felt damn cool, moist warm tongue of a beautiful woman in my slot on my pearl. I had come to the verge of very verge so close that it took only a few of my most sensitive organ Zungenliebkosungen, I would come up. But I wanted to come? Could I come to make it myself? I was here to liberate myself from the orgasms to do something silly and unreasonable, I could allow myself this one last orgasm? As I was pondering, I heard a crack of the whip and the licking stopped. The black hair had held the White Blonde them to lick me on. "You have no right to give guests an orgasm without permission. You can only lick our guest, you expressly authorize it if I, you understand that? "She cried and lashed violently twice for clarification on the poor woman. But it bore no whining, bowed his head, thanked him for the blows, waiting for further orders from their mistress.

This looked to me now very long and deep into my eyes. "There are two possibilities, my sweet." She had a very womanly smile. I found it charming. There was something majestic, but also something innocent and girlish in itself. In any case, both her smile and the woman were in themselves very pretty. Now she tenderly nibbled at my ear. After a seemingly endless while, they began to whisper: "either, and this is one way, we give you one last flight to your sweet little pussy. You will be spoiled by the two of us again and really do not only come to a final climax, there will be flood of highlights that will enchant you. As a queen, you will be caressed and you should come and keep coming back and fly as from climax to climax. There will be huge orgasms and they can not seem to want to end. There are highlights that extend deep into your inner self and where you are out of sheer lust and desire'll cry happy. You will come, how did you ever, until your last orgasm will reach your wilting flower, and even lower, larger one last time, and especially once much more intense than anything you've ever known so royally by you drive. This last orgasm, the last greeting to your little clit you will, you all your life and you remain a fond memory consolation perhaps the fact that you've lost your clitoris voluntarily and at their own request. While you are still on the last wave of this gift, your little girl pearl of you traveling through the sky, this will leave your body forever and then you make happy again. For that you're here, right? If you choose option one, we will treat you like a queen. And we are good servants to queens. "Now she stroked my hands through my hair and massaged my temples skillfully. She looked more deeply into his face at first, as a hand moved slowly down and tenderly to my step. Her eyes now to my sharp, agitated breasts. "Pretty bosom," she whispered, then her eyes went back to my eyes. I sank into the depths of her almost black eyes. Her hands gently circled my shame, my pubic hair curled and then wandered further into my inner sanctum. She moistened a finger gently into my very wet vagina. The other hand took care of my hair and now back to my forehead. She was very fond, as of now with moistened fingers started with my cunt juice clit play. After a seemingly endless time she began to whisper: "Or do you choose the other option, option two: We are with you and play you use. We let you be so cool until you can not stand it anymore and would give anything in the world for an orgasm. But you will not have value that we can get you. We play with you come up short in front of you are, but we will not let you come. Then we torture you some time until you can no longer endure. We will bring you again and again to the brink of climax. But I will not let you come. Never again, will you? Never again! I will not allow you that you'll ever come back! At some point, then snip it makes, "chuckles they had," and you have your little Klitty for all time off, without having had one last orgasm. The last time that you are worried you will then have been your last time, your last time for your whole life. If you choose this second option you have to punish me as long as you go to school, serve every Saturday and every Sunday, so every weekend, as secondary slave. But if you one day no longer go to school, then I expect from you that you are pulling in here with me. Do you understand? I tolerate no excuses then! You have to obey and do what I ask of you.You're with me naked and clean and clean and you may from time to time my main slave watch as they found me. To thee do we have to take care of not more, your needs are no longer satisfy, ie negligible. I will make sure that you are always horny and that it will do you in forever sorry that you are not but this one last orgasm have allowed. Your body is mine and you shall have no power over him. I decree and you obey. What I say is law for you. I'm going to do to you what I want, do you understand me? "She whispered and looked at me with earnest. "Option one way or two. Decide now, girl! What do you want to be? Coveted Queen or worthless by-slave? Want your dying pearl yet prove a last honor, or shall I cut you like a worthless rag? Want to be popular again as a woman, or do you end up as worthless Fickstück? One way or Two? It is only in you. "Then she kissed me. With tongue. It was the first real kiss, which I got.I had never been kissed someone so intense and so sweet. The caresses permeated my body down to the last pore. I was soft and I knew I was right here.

I was shaking, but there was no trembling with fear or cold, there was a tremor of excitement, with lust. It was so beautiful here. Now it was at the same time, like it would be the time, and my desire for my own nonsensical genital mutilation would be fulfilled. But what was this question: either the black-haired beauty from my Klitty a Queen, so I'm spoiled again after stroke and thread or it bothers me and I you must then serve as a secondary slave. That was logical that I would be here now say "one". Why they asked me at all. I formed my lips and tried to say "one". But I did not say "one". I could not tell. No sound came from my lips. Your hand is still long in my lap and gently stroked my clit again. She did this very skillfully. I was, albeit very slowly, always excited and enjoyed their caresses. I thought again: Option Two was better in no single point, two-way was acceptable in any single point. I would lose not only my clitoris, I would give to still have my future to this woman. I could not and would have to study more as a secondary slave clean naked. Sometimes I would assist in satisfying the white blonde the champion. That would be no future for me.But I could not decide against it. If option one in all respects would be better than two is possible, would be that damn stupid and dumb shit to opt for option two. There was no single reason for option two. In addition, I was not a slave. I did not even have a secret disposition, someone to serve as a slave. I wanted to be no, because that would not fill me with security. To be a slave would give me nothing. I wanted in my life always make our own decisions, for me, as well as professionally. That's why I volunteered myself and decided to take down my clitoris. I wanted to be different than the others - with style. As a slave of this beautiful woman because I would no longer be able to ever meet again my own decisions, at least I would be banned.

I formed the lips and tried again, "one" tell me again failed as the air. Again I took it out is not. Now I had to think about how the two would indulge me and how well they treat me as a queen, as they called it themselves, they would. I would probably have a climax after the other and fall asleep happy in the end and clitoris free. My whole body would then smell like sex. On the other hand, it would be quite perverse of me to allow me the highlights. I was here to let me remove my clitoris. I was here for me to separate my body from my clit, so I would not pull down my house secretly always the panties to masturbate, as I had it done today morning. I reminded me exactly of how I was almost as mad at me and rubbed it to me immediately and I was very violent with his head pushed almost unconscious on the desk.That was very nice, I had to smile. That was kind of been cool. I was this morning, a really horny, naughty schoolgirl slut had. I let the tension go slowly on the lips.

The woman looked at me now more deeply into the eyes. She rubbed her now more solid and certain with their fingers in my cunt. She waited patiently for my decision. She seemed in no hurry, but betrayed her finger, she expected a decision from me. In the meantime I climbed slowly up an all too familiar feeling. It was the feeling of a slow entering Musses organization. I was breathing heavy and restless. My chest rose and fell again. On and on. The white-blond woman came back to me. She stood behind me now turn my head and walked with her hands on my breasts. She kneaded my tits like a pro. My boobs made her the fallen and were solid as ever. The nipples stood out hard as acorns.I could feel how warm her ladylike hands into my flesh and drove me even crazier for the caresses of these two women did. These two women knew how to make me crazy for her affection. I was breathing heavy and restless. A low moan been accompanied my breath as the sensation of my cunt ever-vorarbeitete in my body.

"One or Two?", The black-haired now breathed again, and nibbled at my ear. Her hand ceased to work on my clitoris, but stayed on her. My excitement was almost unbearable and the desire for an orgasm was extreme. I started to sweat. The hands of the white blonde kneading continued relentlessly in my bosom. "Queen or a slave?" Repeated the beautiful black-haired woman. How mad and without a second thought, I whispered, without really want to "slave".

Ohgott, I had said slave. Shit. I could not really want. The fingers in my pussy began slowly to move again. Veeery carefully and my excitement grew again. With a satisfied expression, she blew me again lovingly into his ear: "Repeat your request in a whole sentence, so I can be absolutely certain that you have understood correctly. Repeat it in a whole sentence. "I felt her fingers on my pearl. I felt the breath of this insanely beautiful woman on my neck. I could smell her fragrant breath and I felt like two skilful hands started to work on my aroused breasts and then I felt another finger on my Pearl, who circled them again and again, and slowly but surely increased my excitement continues.

"I would like to be your slave!" I whispered. Why do I say this? I had completely lost his mind now? Was in me the desire to serve this woman as a slave? I could not Imagine. I was not born a slave. Or was the desire for it to do unreasonable in me so great that I would make myself a slave voluntarily this beautiful unknown woman? Then I repeated to my will again louder, "I would like to be your slave". God knows why I did that. Somehow I knew from the moment I made the decision that it was wrong to make that decision Sun Deep inside of me had to be aged for that decision, a decision against my mind, against all reason, and above all for the irrational, which I wanted so much just to be different. The fingers of the black-haired moved to my clit a little faster now. The hands of the white blond slave to my tits kneaded still massive. My breath was taken away from me before the trembling in my horniness almost. Each breath was accompanied by a groan. I dissolved into the hands of these beautiful women.

"So be it. In addition to slave! "Said the beautiful black-haired woman now loud and clear. She fingered me now even more violent. "Enjoy my finger, minor slave. Enjoy it! "Like a volcano, the energy accumulated in my cunt. More and more was the feeling that I would scream at me right after the orgasm slowly rising out of me. On this orgasm I had now been waiting for so long. The fingers in my cunt edited mercilessly, but loving my lust pearl. Soon I would come at last, I moaned and groaned. "I come, I come, yeah, yeah, ...", I felt even through my head when I could feel the fingers away from my family. "No, no, please no, no. I was so close. No ..., "was all that could think anymore. Both women had released me. They were now on my foot and looked down at me. The black-haired woman waited an eternity until she said something, but she cried: "In my kingdom of slaves have no pubic hair to wear! Is that clear to you, you bitch?What are you thinking, here suddenly as a new addition to slave aufzukreuzen and thereby presented with a hairy pussy for free! Pah! Only privileged women wearing Mösenhaar permitted. Look at my cunt. Do you? To me it is allowed to wear hair. ? Do you like my hair "Without waiting for an answer she was looking seriously at the now white blonde nodded and told her," shaving the naughty bitch at last. I can no longer tolerate their Fotzenhaare. Get rid of it.If you do it well, I reward you, too. "Then she stroked the white-haired man under the chin. These enjoyed the clear and hurried out of a drawer to get the shaving kit. For God's sake, because I am melting with lust almost, with lust have given me these beautiful looking women sore, and now hear to just get up and want me to shave her pussy? "But ..." I tried to say quietly, "but ...", I tried again, as I was already broke in: "Be silent, slave realize side, not you, that we have to work ? ". The champion stood next to my bed with a whip and she eyed the situation closely. "If you say to begin again without asking anything I need to gag you, slave side. Only privileged persons are permitted to speak in my kingdom. And you're just a slave side, "she said harshly in my direction. At my pussy was now a little cooler. The White Blonde shaving cream daubed on my pubic mound. Without further attention, I was shaved. I lost all the hair in a short time by a very classy looking razor. The whole procedure was not long enough to almost despair at my hopeless situation, because the remaining foam was washed with ice-cold water, even without warning from my body. The white-blonde quickly admitted to shaving, leaving all their work with an examiner look of her mistress. This immediately convinced yourself that not one of my pubic hair was more to it. "This side has now finally a slave Sklavinnenfotze, very good!"

I could barely handle the whole situation with my overtaxed brain. I only saw how my new mistress now between my legs, knees and began to lick me. For the second time I was licked. For the second time that evening I started to like that, but the tongue of the white blond woman in my eyes was masterly well, so I now feel like a goddess would lick me. This time, however, was missing from the beginning, not much to let me come. Even in the last game of this woman with my greedy clit now, I just missed the pleasures of an orgasm. It was so scarce that I was now once again pushed to the brink of climax. Immediately, I was breathing fast and loud. My hands turned into fists geballtere always, the closer it came to me. I wanted to come immediately, but every time I was only a tiny hint of it away, she made a tiny little break. A short break on the one hand, to get enough to not let me, but then I should always stick to the edge of coming. I loved the seemingly divine tongue of my new mistress. After another felt like eternity I took my master yet closer to a climax. There was this time perhaps only a fraction of a breath, at the most. I was about to herauszubrüllen my peak, I was about to forget everything in me, everything in me was about the feelings of this organization Musses to run free. But the tongue was loosed from my cunt again and left a tense and unfilled void in me.My master left me and walked back a bit, so now can look down both women again from my foot on me.

After a while in which I struggled to his senses, the black-haired woman with the whip knocked twice on my abdomen.It was not particularly violent, and therefore did not really hurt. The white-blond woman I removed the shackles and indicated to me that I could get up. Then she showed me a chair on which I had to sit down, too. I had to cry, but did what they told me. Maybe I was just glad to finally be allowed to get up and me to finally move back to something. I sat in that chair without resistance, even though I had hardly any energy to stand up or sit down at me. The most power I had probably spent it, as the orgasm had just been built up in me and then did not come. I did not know how exhausting it can be something and how much can one make a not granted orgasm finished. But this whole situation around me was still very exciting, even after these two experienced orgasm only kidding, I was always on my high point. I wanted to come, no, I had to, otherwise I would explode here today. I seemed to have forgotten what it was all about here.

"You have worked faithfully and well, slave. I am very pleased with you. "Said the champion. I listened and rejoiced inwardly already reluctant about the praise when I realized that this is not me, it was the white blond woman. "Sit in the chair and will reward you." Who champion the woman smiled kindly. The mistress gave her slave a very hot tongue kiss before they gracefully sat in the chair. The white-blond seemed to like so much that she purred like a cat when she was scratched under the chin. But I was captivated by the champion again. Only this time on my hands behind my back, my feet were free. Now sat the white blond woman who was by my new champion just praised so much in front of me in a chair. I was inside an abomination to them, for it was she who was praised, I was here just tortured. Oh if only I may have my last orgasm, then I would feel infinitely better again.

The woman was very beautiful. I could not help it, I found this really beautiful woman, so I kept looking at her as I slowly regained my strength a little. She was naked, just like me. And she was completely shaved crotch, just like me even now. She had large, heavy breasts, just like me. But she had long black shiny high heeled boots on. I took a quick nod of my master, as the hand of the slave suddenly slipped into her own pace. Without large detours she began to masturbate. She moved her hand in a steady beat, back and forth. How gladly would I do that now. As much as I would caress me now too. Suddenly, my teacher was standing behind me and started to stroke my upper body.Sometimes she even nibbled on my ear. I slowly started to melt away again with longing for more affection. The white-blonde beauty with her flawless body masturbating in front of me on and on. I watched her longingly at it, until finally a moaning, sweet sound of gave up and slowly ceased to continue to meet with the hand itself. Now she lay there, breathing heavily, and smiled sweetly and gently with her beautiful face, savoring the wonderful aftershocks just experienced their organizations Musses. It was probably used to being watched at her fucking self.

This bitch must have had an orgasm. And what about me? If I meet me now before my master himself? I'm concerned! Or they wanted to get it to me personally? I eagerly waited for what was to come now. Again she stroked me, always on, always affectionate. Again and again approached her hand to my step. Finally, how much my lap had been looking forward to her caresses. Now it was my turn, now it has me worried. I could hardly even imagine. On the one hand I was almost with lust as his madness, on the other hand, I was jealous of the blonde white woman and just wanted to have an orgasm, especially since I had it clearly needed more than her.

"Relax," I suddenly blew my master's ear, "Just let yourself fall, I'll start you have to." How well these words from her mouth I liked. And actually, I let myself fall. Secretly, she had again begun to play with a damp finger to my hungry clit. It was not until he began slowly to massage it, then he was a little faster. "Should I stop?" She asked me, and I shook my head. "You like it when you play on your little mistress insatiable love of pearl, is not it?" This time I nodded gratefully. She stroked constantly on my clit and I was sure that she would bring it to an end this time. She had allowed her other slave just barely in front of me and the eyes of the master, as long as the rubbing of her sex, until she came. Deep in my pussy, I felt this incredibly horny feeling again. It approached from several directions my clit. My mistress seemed this time to make no move to stop the petting and stroking on and on, ever more closely together to put the feeling in my vagina until it was almost impossible to bear. "Let me come, master," I yelled out suddenly."Please let me come, I can not! Bitteeeeee, "I howled. But my teacher let me go, take me instead into the arms and whispered to me very gently playing "the same as long as you are allowed up to you how you like. As long as you want, I promise. And now please do your eyes and enjoy my finger. "

I obeyed, and felt again her deft fingers in my cunt. But I wanted more than just that finger. I wanted to come last, after this long period of unsatisfied arousal, after this long period of Always Horny making, and especially after the other woman has come too long ago. Now I had the same turn. I enjoyed just her teeth nibbling on my earlobes, and her finger in my crotch when I suddenly felt something cold on my cunt, but her fingers rubbed on to me. "Breathe easy as normal, and enjoy the feeling. It is good for you. You wanted Sun You may direct viewing categories as long as you play around on you. "Let your fingers slowly walked from my cunt and then to my breasts. Her mouth now began to suck on these while until I could see the beautiful stars flying around me. Then again, took her hands this task. In my generation there came a storm that had known so this never before. There was now no longer felt cold there.Whatever has been, it was no longer there. Now she looked at me with her dark eyes from the bottom in my face and whispered to me: "You are allowed to use it whenever you get the same, as you can, I swear. I will show an exception today because no boundaries. You were very brave and I've listened very well. Therefore you must reward yourself immediately. "Then let me go my teacher gave me a very long and very deep tonguing kiss. I was blown away because of the praise of my mistress and had received the promise that I would even get it to me immediately. Whenever I wanted. As long as I wanted. I kissed back grateful, forever thankful that I was no longer in the cold ominous feeling that was in my step thinking.