Whatever I might have thought, my cunt couldn’t get enough of this. I rocked slightly on the hook, feeling pleasure in my ass, no doubt in contrast ...o the pain in my infibulated cunt.Another needle pricked my skin, going through the channel created by the destruction of my clitoral nerve. It was joined by one from the opposite direction. Fluid spattered out of me. I moaned and writhed from the sensation.“Last one.”He placed the tip of the needle against the stitched place that marked where the. It took her a moment to recognise it as the Principal’s belt.He has dropped his trousers, she told herself involuntary spreading her legs wide, her shaved pussy sliding into sight as her short skirt rode up to her waist.‘Ah, I can see your desire, Selene.’ He had bent closer so that he breathed her name seductively into her ear. ‘You have such a nice pussy and it is such a shame that you had to show it to me the way you did. What you need is some discipline.’The cold spot that had previously. (Except the boys from St Dominic's, destined for celibacy and reputed not to have 'boys' bits.' I'm also not talking about those other times in the month whose feelings happily lie far outside the scope of this story).I longed to know what boys' different bits were like and just what their connection was with my own deep-inside tsunamis. Soon my fingers learned to tend and grow those primitive feelings into sophisticated and fulfilling bedtime experiences. As my fingers explored, I suspected I. She was, she realized, fully aroused.Placing both hands on the cool porcelain of the sink, she stared at herself intently, as if expecting to see some obvious physical change. She felt her shoulders trembling. Then, she was crying. Not wanting to alert her parents, she tried to stifle the sobs until they came out as little mewling noises. Some detached part of her mind noticed how much they sounded like her pleasure noises. Inside of her, some small dam of resistance burst. She laughed at the.