"Sure, that sounds like a fun, tie me up, babe."

"Sure, that sounds like fun, tie me up, babe," Sandra purred, giving in to the tingling desire emanating from between her legs.

"Oh yes, you're gonna love this!" Karen replied, excitedly wiggling her ass which was still oriented towards Sandra, causing her to moan softly and bite her lip.

Karen tightly fashioned leather cuffs around Sandra's wrists and ankles, then secured each of them to a corresponding bedpost stretching her limbs out into a brazen spread eagle position. These were no novelty 'spice up the bedroom' cuffs and ropes, they were heavy duty restraints for true BDSM practitioners.

"Perfect," Karen said, looking over Sandra's naked and splayed form, "Give those a pull, Tammie, really try to get loose if you can."

Sandra struggled for a moment, there was absolutely no give to the ropes or the cuffs binding her in place, she rolled her eyes, "Yep, I'm not going anywhere," She said with a nervous laugh.

"Wonderful!" Karen said happily as she reached into her purse and withdrew a few items and set them on Sandra's bare, flat stomach.

"What's all this?" Sandra said, struggling to raise her head to see.

"This," Karen said as she held up a cloth and a glass vial, "Is what I'm going to use to knock you out with."

"Oh…" Sandra muttered.

"And this," Karen said as she held up a device that looked like a pair of stainless steel pliers with a funny end, "Is the circ-clamp I'm going to use to snip off your big clitoris with."

"Damn..." Sandra said as her heartrate began to elevate, tugging at her restraints in real desperation now.

"You'll be my tenth victim," Karen reported happily as she poured a bit of the vial's contents onto the rag, "Nothing compared to the Clit Hunter's numbers, but hey, everyone needs to start somewhere, right?"

Sandra's response was muffled by the rag as Karen held it firmly over her mouth and nose until the sexy splayed woman's eyes rolled back.

*****

Sandra woke up in bed with a terrible hangover, her head throbbing with an intense headache, "Oh my head, what happened last night..." She muttered.

When she tried to sit up a pang of dull pain radiated from her groin, "Ouch," She muttered to herself and pulled the comforter back to find that she was naked. Looking between her legs she saw a bandage there, "What the hell?"

Then the reality of the situation struck her as she realized she was still in the mysterious house that Karen had brought her to. That bitch nabbed my clit, she thought as she peeled the bandage back to confirm it- Between the cleft of outter vaginal lips where her plump clitoris should have been was nothing but a stitched void.

"Cindy's not gonna let me live this down," Sandra muttered and smoothed the bandage back into place. She could hear her girlfriend's voice already in her aching, hangover suffering brain- "I told you this would happen, I told you you'd lose your clit trying copy the Clit Hunter."