I, the writer of this story, am 29 years old, pansexual, have a clitoris and vagina, she/they. Just saying cause people sometimes curious (-:

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I apologize for having to take my old story down. I was told by somebody it was against reddit rules and I would get in trouble if I did not take it down. I think this one will be fine. Feel free to save it if you wish.

Enjoy! [TW: clit torture, and consensual non-consent]

Pure fantasy. All characters over 25. None are real.

Feedback, discussion, and comments welcome! The more aroused I can get reading your comments, the more likely I am to write more sooner ;-)

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I arrived at the clinic for my appointment.

"Take a seat, the nurse will be with you shortly for pre-appointment preparations"

I headed toward a couch to sit down. As I sat, a door at the end of the room swung open. "Please come this way!" a slim women called out. "Yes, you!" she exclaimed when I looked in her direction. I got up, and walked toward her and she lead me into a small consultation room.

"Please lie back on the bed, pull your pants down, bend your knees, and spread your knees as far apart as you can."

I nervously pulled my jeans down and began to lower myself down onto the bed.

"Take your panties off too!" the impatient nurse demanded.

"Sorry, I didn't know..."

"What else do you think you're here for? For me to look at your toes? Your panties? Your eyes? How can I inspect your clitoris when it's hidden under a disgusting old piece of fabric?!???!!"

I pulled them down.

"Okay, now please pull and hold your outer labia apart with your fingers, as far as you can!"

"More! That's not enough"

I yanked my labia as hard as I could, my clitoris popping up slightly more as I did so.

Using a small ruler, the nurse started measuring my clitoris and scribbling onto her clipboard. As she pressed the ruler against the glans, a small tingle pulsed through the entire organ.

"Stay still, or I will have to give your clitoris a numbing injection, and then you will be at the clinic all day as the doctor cannot perform the diagnostics while it is numb"

The next few minutes were agony in trying to stop my clit from dancing every time the nurse touched it. I remembered my friend warning me to avoid getting it numbed. Hers was numb for six hours, throbbing intensely, but unable to orgasm. Somehow, it behaved.

"Pull your pants up and take a seat on the chair"

"When did you last have sex or masturbate?"

"This morning"

The nurse scribbled on her clipboard.

"What did you do?"

"Masturbated to porn"

"Did you orgasm?"

"Yes"

"How many times?"

"Only once"

"Did you use a toy?"

"A vibrator"

"What lube?"

"Spit"

"How long did it take you to reach orgasm?"

"About 5 minutes"

The nurse scribbled furiously on the clipboard.

"How often do you masturbate"

"Two or three times a day"

The nurse looked at me funny, and then continued to scribble. "Far too often", she said shaking her head in disappointment. "This generation..."

"When did you first masturbate?"

"For as long as I can remember"

"Thank you for your time"

I looked sideways at the clipboard. The nurse had just written "Patient has poor control over an unnaturally demanding clitoris".

"Please go take a seat in the waiting room. My coworker will bring you a couple of small tablets to take, and then in about 30 minutes the doctor will call you in. Do not touch your clit while waiting".

After I had sat in the waiting room for 5 minutes, a nurse walked over with two cups and handed them to me. There was 2 small round green tablets in one cup, and water in the other. "Please swallow these and then open your mouth wide", he instructed.

The pills were bitter. I swallowed and opened my mouth and the nurse stared in

"Good good good, just relax and the doctor will be with you in half an hour"

A few other patients were now in the room. One was wearing a skirt, and seemed to be discretely trying to put her fingers up it. The receptionist glared straight at her and she quickly pretended to be reading a generic health booklet that was lying on the table.

I sat boredly, wishing I could just get my appointment over and done with.

After about 15 minutes, I decided to pick up a booklet to look at. As I stood up, I felt my clitoris rubbing on my panties. I had never felt that before, for normally the hood covered it.

I tried to read, but became increasingly distracted by my tingling clitoris forcing itself up against my panties.

A doctor walked in, and call in the patient who had been trying to touch herself through her skirt.

The receptionist now had most of her attention on me. I regretted wearing jeans, as I could not subtly relieve it with them on. I thought of what the nurse had written. I already knew my clitoris was a slut, addicted to pleasure but in desperate need of pain to discipline and control it. I had tried pumping it and dripping hot wax on it, and I even once rubbed toothpaste into it. None of that was enough to control it, it instead just made it more excited and slutty. I was running out of ideas to control my dirty little knob. I was nervous to be at this clinic, but I knew that I now needed professional help to get my clitoris under control.

The doctor walked back in. The other patient did not come out.

"Follow me", he ordered to me.

"All clothing off, and on the chair please".

My clitoris popped out, now free of clothing. I tapped the glans and felt a shudder go through my entire body. I had never seen it nearly this big.

The nurse that had given me the medication walked in, carrying a ring shaped clamp. He put it around my clitoris, just below the glans, and started tightening the pins. My glans popped up further, throbbing in pain from the squeezing of the shaft below it.

"Put your feet in the stirrups"

The chair tilted back, and I could no longer see my clit. I felt an intense squeezing, and multiple sharp pokes into the glans. I then felt a sharp pinch deep in my vagina, on what felt like my gspot, followed by another on my cervix and then on each of my inner labia. I then felt a very hard squeeze on my glans, and the clamp on the clitoral shaft tightening.

"Not enough", do it again.

The shaft clamp loosened, and I felt another sharp squeeze on the glans followed by tightening on the shaft.

"That's better"

"The glans is abnormally attached to the labia at the top. We will not be able to scan the glans if we cannot get the cup over it. Get me an electrocautery pen as I will fix it now".

I felt a dull burning feeling at the tip of my clitoris. The room filled with a fishy burning smell.

"Done! Ready to do the scan"

The nurse wheeled over a big machine and put a small cup attached to a wire coming out of the machine over my clit and pressed a button.

"Scanning complete!"

"How often do you touch it?" the doctor asked me, curious.

"Several times a day"

"It shows..." he said, looking concerned.

A sudden loud moan in the next room startled me.

"Sounds like the room is nearly ready, good timing" the nurse joked to the doctor.

A door at the end of the room opened, and a nurse guided the other patient through and into the outside area. She had a relaxed smile on her face, as she tiredly followed the nurse through.

"I'll go prepare the room" the nurse told the doctor.

The doctor inserted a small IV line into the base of my clitoris, and then removed the clamp. The nurse came back in. My clit throbbed as blood rushed back into the glans.

"The room is ready"

I followed the doctor and nurse into the small room. There was a not-so-realistic human dummy on a bed, with a dildo attached between its hips, sticking up. Above the dildo was a small pad with what looked like a sanding machine. The tip and upper-side of the dildo were metal, and the rest looked to be silicon.

"You will need to hump on this until you have an orgasm" the doctor explained. "Climb onto it".

"I will not be able to orgasm on that" I protested, scared of how painful it looked.

"That is what they all say" the doctor laughed. "We need to get these images to be able to decide what to do about your clitoris problem".

I climbed on. My clit made contact with the sanding pad, stinging as it touched where the glans had been injected. I could feel the cold metal in my vagina.

The doctor and nurse stared at a computer screen in the corner of the room.

"The g-spot looks to be quite deep down. We will need to use the other rod"

"Sit up please", the doctor ordered.

I sat up, and the nurse swapped over the dummy's dick. The new one had a bump a couple of inches from the top.

"Straddle it again"

"That's better. Okay injecting the fluid in now"

I felt a cold feeling going through my clit, down to my g-spot, up to the glans, and through the whole region. Quickly it was replaced with a warm feeling and horny pressure. I rubbed my clitoris lightly on the pad. It stung, but I was desperate. I quivered and rubbed it some more. It felt amazing. Suddenly, I had second thoughts. I loved my clitoris how it was. I did not need to control it, it loyally shared the pleasure with me.

"Turn the machine on" the doctor instructed the nurse.

All at the same time, I felt an intense sting in my clitoris as the sand paper begun rubbing it, and a burning feeling on my g-spot.

"Press down and grinddddd!!!" the doctor ordered.

I could not help but oblige, my swollen clit unable to wait any longer for an orgasm. Within moments, I let out an earth shattering howl and moan as my clitoris pulsed uncontrollably into the machine. That was the most painful and most pleasurable orgasm I had ever had. It was quickly replaced by an overwhelming discomfort as my now overly sensitive clit was still getting stimulated.

The machine finally stopped.

"Did you get the images?" "Yes, just" "That was the fastest we've ever had?" "Yes..."

"Stand up" the doctor ordered.

I stood up and looked at my clit. It was grazed and red on the tip from the sanding, and bruised on the shaft from the clamping earlier. The top of my labia were burned, and part of my clitoral hood was missing. Some swelling had been relieved by the orgasm, but the organ was still bigger than it normally was. The glans still stuck up from under the hood, probably more so now that it had been cut free of the labia and its protective hood destroyed.

"Stand with your legs apart, I need to put something else into it".

The doctor stabbed my glans again with a needle and held it in for about 5 seconds before ripping it out. He then held a scanner against my clit. When it beeped, he read out a number on the screen as the nurse typed it into the computer/

"We will get back to you in a couple of days with the next steps from here, once the results from the biopsies are in and the images have been analyzed. Do not masturbate or have sex without checking with the clinic first."

The nurse gave me a small bottle of pills, a bottle of liquid medicine and a small eye dropper and a cup. "Take one a day, and 30 minute after you have taken it, mix three drops of medicine into boiling water. Fill the cup up to the line. Then immediately, use the eye dropper to drip the water onto your clitoris."

"This one will need the main surgery right?" the nurse quietly asked the doctor as he was about to escort me out. "Yes definitely, but we will need to confirm the results first anyway. Do not inform patient as otherwise she will not return for her follow up" he whispered, not realizing I could overhear him.

I followed the nurse out, my bruised, grazed, and burned clit rubbing painfully against my panties as I walked. I definitely needed professional help to control it.