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Bald, Raw Stitched and Satisfied
By ladybalddreamz
I was rather nervous when I got to the hotel. I had been speaking via email to the woman I had chosen to be my Doctor for several months, but now we were meeting I was rather apprehensive, although I was immensely excited at the same time.
I had told her what I wanted to do and she was very excited by my ideas. She asked me for all the details and I held nothing back.
Then she sent me a list:
Shave your cunt and anal area. Make sure it is smooth!
Buzz off your scalp hair within six millimetres (for reasons of medical hygiene, and out of respect for my authority - I like my patients bare)!
Wear no underwear.
Meet me in the bar at 1.pm. Your appointment will last until 6.pm!!
I turned up at the bar in a short skirt and a t shirt, I had no underwear on but my breasts were covered, she was interested in me down below being a doctor who wanted to treat my cunt, so had no real interest in seeing my tits.
I sat in the bar with a drink and a slim blonde haired woman came over. She was about twenty, very pretty, very feminine.
She sat down and smiled at me, then peeked discreetly under my baseball cap that I had worn to hide my shaven head in public.
"Nice and bald, good. How did you feel, shaving your head for me?"
I smiled and blushed hard.
"Very naughty!"
She reached up and took off my hat, placing it out of my reach, my hand flew up cover my bald head but as I noticed other people in the bar staring I realised trying to cover it would add to my shame, so I put my hands in my lap and just went even more red as I heard a couple of people over the other side of the room snigger at the sight of a pretty female with a shorn head.
"You did well, I'm pleased you shaved your head. How do you feel?"
"My clitoris hurts...” I mumbled.
She looked under the table.
"Part your legs."
I parted them quickly. She smiled and licked her lips at the sight of my smooth hairless cunt.
"I see you have no hair on your pubis. Why is that?"
I knew what to say, we had already discussed it, but I felt my face reddening as I spoke words that made my cunt sticky.
"I went to the clinic this morning and the nurse shaved it all off to prep me for you, Doctor."
"She's done a good job. Did she shave your head as well?"
"Yes, Doctor. She shaved off my hair with an electric razor.”
“Was you allowed to keep it afterwards?”
“No, she threw it in the bin…where it belongs.”
"How did you feel having a head shave?"
"I cried, doctor. Now I have to keep my head covered because I have no hair, I feel that everyone can see it, that they are staring."
"Well people will stare and you must get used to it. Now I need to look at you closer, in private."
I knew what this meant, and got up and went into the toilets. She followed and I went into a cubicle, she came with me and locked the door behind us. I raised my skirt and stood with my legs wide apart. She placed her thumbs either side of my slit and spread me hard and wide. Then she nodded. I turned away, leaning on the toilet with my back to her. She parted my buttocks and had a good look there too.
"You need surgery." She informed me as I turned round and faced her. She slid her hand up my skirt and a finger dipped in my juicy slit.
"Good thing my bag is in my room," She whispered in my ear, "Your pubis needs a thorough clean, that means sand paper treatment! But don’t worry - I have brought my clamps - and my needle and thread!"
As the thrill shot through me I could barely walk, but I followed her out of the toilet, through the bar and into the corridor. I no longer cared that I was walking along with my shaven head on display, a couple walking past us stared, especially the woman, who had long hair, she looked in horror at the stubble on my scalp, but I no longer cared.
The doctor led me to her room, took me inside and locked the door. I stripped off and got on the bed, my legs spread eagerly.
She fastened my wrists with rubber handcuffs and tied them above me with bandages, then tied my legs apart, wide bent at the knees with the bandages attached to the bed posts. She stripped off her dress to reveal a short rubber dress, white in colour that gave me a tantalising view of her swollen, bare cunt as she walked. She smiled down at me.
"Do you like to see my cunt?"
"Oh yes, Doctor...Mmm I want to suck on your clit! I want that little piece of meat so bad!"
The doctor picked up a crop with a leather slapper on the end.
"I need to make you nice and pink for your operation." She brought it down between my legs, and then did it harder, a crack sounding as she hit my swelling tissues.
"Aaaaahhh!" I cried, my hips bucking up in eagerness for another slap. She slapped me again, this time wet lips stuck to the slapper and it smarted painfully. She put the crop to one side and opened her medical bag.
She took out some material and unfolded it, draped my thighs and belly, till only my genitals were exposed.
Then she parted my lips again and looked at my erect clitoris closely.
"This will be easy to amputate when the time comes." She remarked, sliding a gloved finger over my clit.
I squirmed against my bonds and groaned with pleasure.
"Be still." She said sharply, "Remember - you are bald, your hair is gone, you are a bald woman, your shaven head is a reminder of your status as my patient.”
I nodded and fell silent.
"The removal of your hair should soon make you feel much calmer. Remember, you have been shaved!"
"Yes, Doctor." I said quietly, feeling put in my place now as she ran her hand over the stubble on my head.
Then she took some gauze pads and placed one on my belly and one on each thigh.
I whimpered as she soaked a flannel in iodine and roughly swiped it over my shaven mound.
Then she took a nail brush with a handle from her bag; but the bristles had been removed and in their place a block of sand paper had been attached.
"This is for your own good." She announced, and placed the block on my pubis and began to scrub slowly, in circular motions.
"AAAAAhhhhhh....mmmm.....aaahhh.....nooo...no....ohhh ooow oooowwwch!"
She stayed calm, carried on scrubbing, pausing to lift a piece of gauze and use it to wipe away spots of blood. Then she carried on scrubbing, making my cunt feel on fire, as if it was being skinned on the outside. I cried out and groaned as she rubbed me red raw, but she carried on briskly, emotionless.
"How does it feel?" Her hand scrubbed harder.
"OOOOOOhhhhhh nnooooo ow ow ah ah ooooooH!"
She swiped my cunt with the final piece of gauze, then took off the drapes and the gauze and rolled it all up and stuffed it into a bag for disposal.
"Look at your cunt." She ordered, “See what a drastic procedure I have been forced to perform on you, your lovely pubic mound is all raw! This what happens when you are dirty, dirty girls who masturbate hard hurt their cunts and need painful treatment to correct things don’t they?”
I looked down, my mound and outer lips were glowing red, stinging as bloodspots appeared all over the triangle of skin.
“Yes, Doctor. I understand. Thank you. Can I have medicine now?”
“Yes, you may pleasure me briefly for a reward. You are a very good patient.”
The doctor straddled me, her own smooth unblemished cunt above my face.
"Lick your Doctor."
I leaned forwards and my mouth covered her slit, my tongue dived in and I lapped and lapped greedily, sucking on her clit, licking it madly, thrashing my head from side to side as I slurped and gobbled up the taste of my doctors slit. She came hard, thighs trembling, but got up quickly. She paused to wipe away the juice from her cunt and pulled down her skirt.
I craned my neck hoping for a kiss as I reached for her, but she placed her hand on my head and pushed me back down onto the pillow.
“Keep your shaven head still, patient!” She said sternly, again reminding me of my status.
I fell silent, kept still and then I saw approval in her eyes.
"Well done. You are a very good patient. I will now clamp you."
She took large, heavy duty medical clamps and I gasped as my outer lips were clamped sharply open, leaving my inner folds on display, my clit swelling and straining forward like a small pink volcano about to burst. My cunt lips were so crushed I was sure I would be swollen and bruised for days - which was what I wanted. I had told her I wanted to remember this for a long time afterwards, and feel as if I had a real operation. She placed a thick roll of bandage between my teeth.
"Do not scream, just bite on this and moan into it. Be a brave girl. I have to clamp off that problematic clitty of yours."
She took another clamp, and snapped it onto my clitoris.
"MMMMMMMMMmmmmffffff! AAAAAAA...mmmm.....aaaaa...."
"Good girl" She said soothingly, "Almost over - we are so brave, just a couple of stitches and it will be done."
I had tears streaming down my face as she took off the labia clamps and then I watched her thread fishing wire through a sewing needle. I had warned her to expect tears, but tears did not mean I wanted to stop. She saw gratitude in my eyes as she pinched my labia together.
As she forced the needle through I yelled out, but not loudly. My clit was throbbing and desperate to cum, the pain was bad but good, she sewed a second stitch and tied it off. I looked down and while my clit throbbed and my cunt hurt and I trembled with pain and bliss, I wept more tears. My cunny was sewed up above and below the clamp.
The doctor smiled at me.
"You look much, much better like this. I know it hurts but pain is healing. I shall leave you like this for a while."
I groaned and she removed the bandage from my mouth.
"OOOhhh...oh Doctor it hurts...”
"What is hurting?"
"My cunt - my clitty!"
"That is because you have touched it too much, too often, now it has been skinned and sewed up and I have crushed that clitty in a clamp. It will be a long time before you have another orgasm!"
"Ohhh it is crushed, Doctor...it hurts so much..." I tried to thrust my hips but every movement made the clit clamp felt l heavy and pulling, it hurt an already hurting cunt.
The doctor ran her hand over my shaven head.
"I know it is distressing, look at you, no hair on your head, all that pretty hair gone...and what a mess down here! Your womanhood is a bloody mess! It will be sore, very sore, and hurt for a long, long time. But I think that is good for you because you will be forced to leave it alone while healing commences. But when the clamp comes off and I pluck out the stitches I will force an orgasm on you!"
"Oh no - Doctor, please, it is too sore!"
"That is good the genitalia is supposed to be hurting. It is for your own good."
She snipped through the stitches and released the clamp quickly.
"AAArrrghhh! Oh oh oh..."
I was lying there weak from the pain, the clamp had pinched my clit into a pointed shape, dented by the pressure and it throbbed so much it made the pain from my skinned pubis nothing by comparison. She spread my lips wide, they felt thick and hard and as if the skin would split. Then she sucked my clit.
"OOOoooow!" I shrieked.
"Mmmm"She said, licking it, "Mmm.,,lala laa laa mmm...” She slurped at it, licked it harder, faster, I bucked hips once and my cunt burst with the pleasure of it all.
"Ohhh Yeeeessss Doctorrrrr...AAAHhh...ohhhh..!" The orgasm was so quick but painful but I was grateful at the same time, it was an orgasm by medical intervention; my doctor had decided to give the battered organ some relief before the final most painful stage of the treatment.
As I panted, my cunt singing with pleasure and stinging beyond belief, she took up a bottle of antiseptic lotion.
She shook the bottle, squirted a good handful and rubbed it between my legs.
"Ohhh!" I cried, sobbing as my raw skin burned.
“I know it hurts and so it should, you are very dirty and naughty and your cunny needs a good clean!” She said sharply.
Then she untied me and I lay there, legs wide apart, stinging and throbbing as my cunt felt as if it was burning. She watched me while I lay there, her eyes gleaming with excitement while she touched herself but kept the manner of a strict doctor.
“Does your head feel cold with all your hair gone?”
I nodded.
“Do you feel sad that you have no hair? You looked very strange in such feminine clothing with your head all shaven like that.”
My cunt ached deep inside and I felt juice running out.
“I will always obey Doctors orders. You said my head had to be shaved, so it was shaved.”
“Good girl. How do you feel about some more sanding in the most sensitive place? Are you frightened?”
“No, Doctor – I have faith in you to cure me.”
“You are a brave girl.” She replied. Then she ran her hand thoughtfully over the stubble that covered my head.
“I think it is time soon to purchase a wig for you, a short and pretty one, next time we meet make sure you have it with you. I will be clean shaving your scalp. I think it is time to remove all hair soon, and keep it removed by getting you into a regimen of daily shaving which will be managed by yourself at home, after I have shaved you totally bald you will understand this to be a permanent state in which to keep your head, there will be no more hair. I refuse to let you grow it back on medical grounds. Understood?”
I blinked back tears – although I had always wanted this I felt an odd but brief sense of mourning for all the things I would never be allowed to do again – have hair, wash and style it, dry it, colour it, spray it – but it was Doctors orders and I nodded.
“Yes, yes Doctor. As you wish.”
“Your shave will take place on my next visit. I will see to it that you are ordered a pretty wig; I will let you choose it from a selection of images I will send you. Choose carefully, it will be the only hair you will ever wear again.”
I nodded again, feeling my painful cunt aching beautifully as I thought of my head, totally bald, my appearance at the mercy of my Doctor.
“If you are asked why you have lost your hair you must explain that you have a skin condition and have been shaved on Doctors orders and that the hair will not recover from your treatment. You must explain to anyone who asks you have lost your hair permanently.”
“Yes, I will, thank you Doctor.” I said quietly.
She looked at her watch.
"I want you to relax and close your eyes." She said quietly, "Take a deep breath and think about all the pain melting away."
I obeyed her, my thighs quivering as I guessed what she was doing - something special, that we had long discussed.
She unscrewed the lid of a tiny pot of cream and spread my cunt, lifted my clitoral hood and brushed the cream onto my clit. It was easy to do because I was hugely swollen, my clit was protruding by at least half an inch and as the cream touched my skin it began to feel frozen.
"Keep still, you are a very good girl, you are doing very well." She informed me.
She wiped off the excess cream but I could not feel anything at all.
Then she lifted the block of sandpaper and held my cunt firmly open.
"After it heals, your clitoris will never be the same again.” She told me.
"Ohhh...I know, yes, Doctor."
She swiped the sand paper downwards, rubbing the tip of my clit, she repeated the action four times, then pulled away, quickly placing a damp flannel between my legs. As she removed it I noticed slight staining with blood spots.
“Is it all right?” I asked her as I felt a flicker of alarm.
“You must expect a little bit of a bleed. D you want me to continue? It would be an awful shame to stop now, when you have come so far. We are almost there. I shall continue, yes?”
I nodded, knowing the Doctor was right and of course knew best.
“Relax, deep breath, good girl.” She said, and reapplied the sand paper.
“Remember you want this, it is so special to you and to me, special girl to want your clitty operated on, it is just a little operation to skin your clitty…”
She pressed harder, scraped it downwards, over my clit, and again, and again, she pressed a little firmer and brushed the sand paper over my enlarged organ one more time and quickly put the flannel back between my legs and pushed my thighs together.
“It is all done, lie still for fifteen minutes.”” She said, and removed her gloves.
I laid there until she inspected me and told me that I was raw, very raw indeed but the organ had stopped bleeding. Then she put another, huge blob of the numbing cream on my clit.
"When you get home reapply the numbing cream for the next forty eight hours, then use an ice pack."
"Am I bleeding again?” I asked, but felt calmer about it all now.
My Doctor smiled and spoke calmly in a professional but satisfied manner.
“There is a little blood, yes; I have taken the top layer of skin from your clitoris. Your sensations will have changed greatly, will have become far less sensitive, when you are healed."
Tears pricked my eyes and I looked at her as she leaned over me.
"So it's done, then."
"Yes it is.” And she leaned closer, so close I could smell her perfume.
"After it heals I can skin it again if you want it to be even less sensitive."
And she kissed me.
Then she looked at her watch and became brisk and professional again, reminding me I was just a patient.
"Get dressed." She ordered.
I dressed, my cunt aching, as I walked I realised I couldn't close my legs properly, I felt as if I had undergone surgery. It would certainly take a while to heal. I felt as if I had no clit, and I wanted to get home and get there fast, so I could spend the next two days naked from the waist down, legs open, applying cream at the first sign of pain.
The doctor opened the door for me to show me out.
"You are pretty.” She told me, touching my cheek. Then she stroked the stubble on my head.
"But look at you, bald and in such a mess down below. You are pathetic and you look pathetic but I will cure you with my treatment."
I nodded; I was hurting but could not help smiling at the same time.
"I will message you to check on the state of your cunt." She told me.
"Thank you for everything Doctor." I said, and she watched me walk away, bald and sore. She had not given me my hat back so I was forced to get the bus home with my shaven head on show to the world. I also had to sit with my legs open, keeping my hands in front of me so no one could get a glimpse of the raw mess between my legs.
When I got home I stripped naked, spread my legs, put on more cream and waited for a message. My Doctors message came through quickly:
Have you got comfortable at home, patient?
I replied: Yes.
My doctor’s next words made me shiver with excitement:
As soon as your clit is healed, I shall pay you a home visit to properly shave your head – and to repeat the sanding procedure. I propose to give you monthly home visits to sand your clitoris, so it is permanently in a state of healing and then facing more of the same -it will be a never ending cycle. But I think it will cure you, masturbation is so very bad for you - skinning your clitoris is much kinder. What do you think, my shaven, pathetic patient?
I trembled with excitement as I wrote my reply:
YES PLEASE, DOCTOR!
The end
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