Listen to Kate’s story

The tiny redhead picked up the first bottle and showed it to Tracy again. It was the smallest of the collected pleasure buttons, she had presented Tracy with. It was pink and had the tiny labia still attached to it: “This used to be the pussy pearl of a pale emu girl with black hair. She was roughly a whole head taller than me, and she was also quite a bitch… and a bully too. She was the main reason a young girl attempted suicide. She wasn’t even sorry, so I tied her up, and took away her favorite toy. I know for a fact, that she has trouble adjusting to a life without her little pearl here to this date”

The tall woman relaxed a little bit- maybe this young redhead only collected sex organs from bad people, and she could not possibly know anything about the black woman’s’ life.

Kate put the first bottle back down behind Tracy’s big thigh, and retrieved the second one. The clit and labia were both bigger than the content of the first bottle, but it was roughly the same shade of pink: “This belonged to a tiny blond girl roughly my size.” The pale girl paused for a moment. Tracy could see that she was concentrating and thinking. “To be honest, she didn’t do anything to bad; she just really rubbed me the wrong way. I blindfolded her and tied her to a chair, with her legs through the armrests, so I could freely plunder her crack of pleasure“ Kate leaned a little forward: “I have no idea, how she is handling a life without her precious pearl, but it’s very hot to think about, how she will never cum again.”

Tracy looked at the bottle. Even though she was very afraid of her own pleasure button, she had to admit, it was kind of hot to take away a woman’s ability to orgasm and then keep it on display in a bottle.

Kate finally picked up the third bottle. This one held the biggest clit and labia off the three, although it was not very big compared to Tracy’s womanhood. The clit in the bottle itself was pink, but the hood and labia was light brown. The pale clit collector began telling the story of the third bottle: “This one is my favorite so far. I took this one from an Asian girl with rich parents. She was an entitled brad, who vandalized and broke stuff, every time she didn’t get her way. She was a real nuisance for everyone who had the misfortune to deal with her.”

Kate was playing with Tracy’s big clit as she told the story: “Turns out, she was really into getting tied up. Her boyfriend had tied her spread and completely naked to her own bed. He would do that often and leave her for about an hour, so she could feel helpless; I suppose.” The tiny redhead lifted the bottle up, and looked at the content with pride in her eyes: “Long story short; I simply entered her room a few minutes after her boyfriend had left, and there she was served up and ready on the bed… She started scolding me for intruding on her privacy, but she quickly started begging, when she found out, what I was planning… Turns out she was really proud of her big beautiful flower – I can understand why.”

Kate got up and lifted the bottle closer to Tracy’s face, so she could get a better look: “As you can see, I didn’t listen to her plead. I took her pride, and left her for her boyfriend to find. Knowing how much she is missing her pearl makes it so much more precious for me to own… I have heard that she is constantly bugging her farther. He is now funding research into reconstruction surgery.” The tiny redhead sat back down and put the bottle back behind Tracy’s thigh: “We both know it will never be the same for her, even if they are somewhat successful.”

The small girl looked innocently at the black woman: “Have you figured out, why I chose you yet?”