"Let's clip her clit, seems fair to me."

"Let's clip her clit, seems fair to me," Sandra said with a shrug. Had the tables been turned, the **** redhead would surely have done the same her.

Sandra peered into the black gym bag and found a healthy stash of medical supplies; bandages, adhesive, gauze. Everything that Karen was going to use on her after the redhead clipped her clitoris off. Speaking of which, Sandra thought, what is this woman's real name?

Setting the medical supplies down between "Karen's" spread legs, Sandra dug through her purse until she found a photo ID- "Ah, there you are, Rose Whitaker."

Sandra snapped a photo of Rose's driver's license with her phone before tossing it back into her purse. She imagined sending her an anonymous letter in the mail advising against retaliation- They did, after all frequent the same fetish bars and would eventually cross paths again.

Sandra smiled, satisfied that making it known she knew Rose's real name and home address was sufficient to dissuade her from taking another shot at collecting her clit. The beautiful, naked woman took her place back between Rose's pale, spread legs. She marveled at the circ-clamp for a moment, giving it a few testing squeezes, and decided she would be taking it with her as well since it was much nicer than the one in her own purse.

Pink and glistening with wetness, Sandra couldn't help but lick and suck the redhead's plump clitoris for a moment before feeding the sensitive nub of flesh through the heart shaped opening of the clamp. With a gentle squeeze of the handles the little pink morsel came free from atop Rose's wet folds. A quick spray of antiseptic and a few strips of adhesive holding a thick square of gauze over the little wound was all the care Rose's de-clitted sex required.

Conveniently located inside the gym bag were a few unused collection jars, after depositing Rose's girl pearl into one of them Sandra got an idea. Hmmm, yes, this is a much better idea than mailing a letter, that was stupid, she thought and laughed to herself. Instead, on an empty collection jar she wrote out Rose's full name and home address with a thin tipped permanent marker and placed it in the redhead's purse. A fitting memento for woman who tried to collect Sandra's clitoris but ended up losing her own instead.

Taking the time to wipe everything clear of her fingerprints before she left, Sandra smiled at having collected her tenth clitoris. It was a milestone, junior league numbers compared to the infamous Clit Hunter, but a start to something special none-the-less.