Clitless Society: Amber's Anxiety
Copyright© 2026 by Kinkbugs
Chapter 1
“Do I have to?” Amber whined softly. She looked at her mother with wide, pleading eyes.
Sabrina sighed and pulled her daughter close for a hug.
“Sweetie, I won’t force you of course. But you’re losing out on a lot of opportunities if you don’t! Plus women have done it for hundreds and hundreds of years and there’s really nothing to be afraid of!”
Amber sniffled as she clutched at her mother’s blouse. Even though her history books said that clitoral pruning had been an integral part of society, she still found the idea of getting the surgery incredibly daunting. She was a shy girl by nature and didn’t want to expose her private parts to a man for him to ... snip off her bud. She liked having it attached! It was bad enough that she had to wear an anal plug every time she went out, why did she have to lose her clit too?
“But it’s part of me!”
“Clits are so childish,” her twin sister Rachelle chimed in. Rachelle had been pruned six months ago and she kept rubbing it in Amber’s face, “That’s why you don’t have a boyfriend!”
“You’re one to talk!” Amber shot back venomously.
Initially, Rachelle was the one who was against clit removal. But ever since meeting a boy named Tristan, she had changed her tune completely. Tristan had been raised very traditional and he viewed intact girls as children. He would only date polished, pruned, declitted women so Rachelle threw a Pearl Harvest party and invited him to witness her having her clit cut off. Tristan was so enamored that he asked her out soon after. So far, Rachelle seemed like she quite enjoyed her clitless life but Amber wasn’t sure if she would.
“You’re already more than a year late,” Sabrina reminded Amber gently.
A year of unemployment and being rejected from college. Apparently, workplaces and colleges preferred plugged AND pruned women. Amber thought it was vastly unfair. She was going to be 20 soon and it was practically unheard of for girls to keep their pearls for so long. It was actually a miracle that her mother let her avoid this until now. Not to mention, none of the boys looked at her at all because they knew she hadn’t had her pussy pruned!
Amber spent the last three months yo-yoing between the resolution to get rid of her clit so she could welcome new opportunities, and childishly wanting to keep it because it was fun to play with and it belonged to her!
“I don’t want to lose it!” She whined.
“You won’t lose it,” Sabrina comforted her, “The specialist will turn it into a pendant for you all nice and pretty. You can keep it with you afterwards!”
It was true, technically. Amber’s high school friends had started wearing their clits around their necks to indicate their polished status. All of them kept their removed clits as mementos of their childhood. Recently, they had been texting her and asking when she was going to join the ranks of ‘proper’ adult women by getting snipped. Their main concern as young women, was whether Amber could get a boyfriend at all. No men in their right minds would date a girl with a clit anymore because the likelihood of an uncut girl being a minor was extremely high.
“The longer you wait, the worse it’s going to be,” Sabrina reminded her gently.
“Okay mom, I’ll do it,” Amber said at last.
“It’s normal to be nervous,” the clit removal specialist told her kindly, “I’m surprised you’re not holding a Pearl Harvest ceremony though.”
Dr Crest was one of the best pearl harvesters in the city and came highly recommended. Many of Amber’s classmates had gotten their buds pruned there as well. He was a plump jovial man nearing his 60s and he had been circumcising girls for more than 30 years!
Amber blushed as she got onto the pruning chair. She was embarrassed at not getting snipped sooner. Harvest ceremonies usually were done for 18 year olds. If she held one now, everyone would know she had delayed her declitting for nearly two years! Even if the government no longer enforced clit removal, it was so commonplace that it was rare for girls to even entertain the idea of keeping their clits at all.
“I wanted to. But she was so shy about it!” Sabrina said with an indulgent smile. She held Amber’s hand as a pretty blonde nurse helped position Amber’s feet in the stirrups. Amber couldn’t help but stare at the pink little thing hanging from the necklace that the nurse wore. Soon, her clit would be the same, freed from her crotch and hanging on her neck.
“Nothing to be shy about!” Dr Crest smiled at Amber as he rolled his chair between her legs, “I’ve nipped thousands of buds by this point. There was one woman who kept her clit until she was 32 so you’re doing just fine.” He patted Amber’s knees to reassure her.
“I’m scared,” Amber whispered. She flinched when the nurse started strapping her legs and hips down firmly.
Sabrina stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, “Mom will be right here sweetie. I’ll be with you every step of the way. Just think of all the good things you’ll get to experience after this! Right Dr Crest?”
The older man smiled at Amber, “Absolutely right. Getting clipped is a mark of womanhood. And once your little bud is hanging around your neck instead of attached between your legs, you’ll notice many wonderful changes in the world!”
The nurse bustled off after securing Amber in the chair and then brought in some paperwork.
“Before we begin, please confirm and sign that you’re opting for a full glans removal, a clit root ablation, and labia reduction to create that smooth puffy clamshell look?”
“Yes,” Amber said in a tiny voice. She skimmed the paperwork and signed on the dotted line, her hand shaking just a little.
“Perfect, our clinic uses a quick sterilising and preservation technique so you’ll be able to get your bud back immediately afterwards.” Dr Crest gestured at the infographics on the walls of the clinic.
“Okay,” Amber resolutely didn’t look. She didn’t want to know.
“Good, now relax.”
Amber squeezed her mother’s hand while Dr Crest snapped on his gloves. The nurse raised the privacy screen between Amber and the doctor so that she wouldn’t be unnerved by the sight of the procedure.
“Some numbing cream,” Dr Crest informed Amber, reaching between her legs to spread something cold over her whole pussy. Amber winced when he rubbed the cream into her pisser and her cunt vigorously.
“A catheter because urination can be tricky at first,” Dr Crest continued.
Amber yelped when she felt a heavy pressure against her pisshole, followed by the sensation of being penetrated urethrally. She moaned softly, her pisstube stretching out to take the plastic tube.
“More anesthetic,” Dr Crest announced.
Something sharp jabbed into Amber’s labia, making her squeak. She whined and whimpered as her pussy was poked all over. There were two particular painful jabs on either side on her clitoris, then one on the underside.
“You’re doing sooo well,” Sabrina said with a big smile of encouragement. She looked incredibly proud of Amber.
“Very well indeed,” Dr Crest agreed, sounding as if it was just another Tuesday.
Amber didn’t think so. She blinked back tears, wondering if she would feel the cut of the knife or if she would feel her clitoris get ripped out. She regretted not masturbating with it one last time before coming to the clinic.
“The worst part is over,” Dr Crest said kindly. Amber heard the rustle and clang of metal on metal as he moved around, “Now, while we wait for the anaesthetic to take effect. Why don’t you tell me what you’re looking forward to after you get clipped?”
Amber pondered the question. Was she looking forward to anything? Well, there was that one group trip that her high school friends were organising. Amber hadn’t RSVP’ed yet because some of the tourist spots were “adults only” and their definition of an adult woman was one who did not have a clit. Rachelle had already planned her days off for the trip, and Tristan was going with them.
“I kind of want to go jet skiing at Tora Beach,” Amber said at last, “They’ve got a lot of fun activities there.” There was also a theme park nearby with crazy roller coasters, and some themed bars.
“Ah yes, I think my daughter went there last year! They’re clitless only right?” Dr Crest asked.
“Yeah,” Amber stared up at the ceiling as she thought about it, “Tora Beach and the bars in town. They’re all clitless only.” She remembered looking all of them up and being dismayed that the spots her friends wanted to visit all had “Display Your Clit” signage. Her friends had rolled their eyes when she pointed it out and told her she was being a big baby.
“Well, that won’t be a problem soon,” Dr Crest chuckled.
There was a soft clatter, and Amber felt something brush against her inner thighs but then Sabrina squeezed her hand hard and started talking.
“You should apply to college before you go,” her mother said sternly. “You know how long the paperwork takes and if you go off before you get your applications in order, who knows when you’ll get accepted!”
“Oh?” Dr Crest hummed, “What do you want to study?”
Amber was sure she heard a soft snip-snip sound, but then before she could think about it, her mother nudged her.
“Um, I wanted to become a teacher ... I like children.” Amber said hesitantly. She had been thinking about it, but maybe she would be better off in another field.
“A clitless profession,” Dr Crest said solemnly. Sabrina made a noise of agreement.
“Yeah,” Amber agreed a little bitterly. Everyone said that girls who kept their clits were childish, unruly, undisciplined. According to the college advisor, if she couldn’t follow a simple, harmless, time honoured tradition that had been around for hundreds of years, how could she follow rules and keep kids safe?
There was a light pressure on Amber’s crotch and she twitched. Thankfully, the straps kept her from moving. A nurse came in, wheeling a little device behind the privacy curtain. Amber barely had time to wonder what it was for when Dr Crest spoke up again.
“Are there any young men in your life?” he asked, sounding curious.
“No,” Amber said reluctantly. Her highschool crush had started dating another classmate very early on. The other girl came to school with her clit on a necklace and he asked her out immediately. Amber had been friends with him for a long time but he always said he hated the sight of clits. Real women didn’t have clits, he used to say, only children had buds.
“I’m sure that won’t be true for long,” Dr Crest said. There was a strange high pitched sound as he spoke, followed by a faint burning smell. “Once you’ve got your bud around your neck, all the young men are going to come knocking, eager to break-in your backdoor. And since you’re so pretty, I’m sure you’ll have your pick of men!”
Amber shivered. She enjoyed reading the risque anal romances where the male leads forced their cocks into the girl’s asshole and made her cum wantonly. Mature women were supposed to remain composed and wholly focused on a man’s pleasure when they were serving as a cocksleeve. Most women prided themselves on having the discipline not to orgasm more than once a week. Some of them, once a year. There were even groups of women who boasted not having cum for years. It was a mark of good obedience, and great resilience. But Amber had never experienced anything more than her plugs in her asshole. She wondered if it was as good as her novels made it out to be.
“There’s a nice boy across the street from us and he’s been eyeing Amber for awhile,” Amber’s mom chimed in with a little laugh, “I heard he’s studying to be a doctor!”
“Ah, the next generation of bud nippers and pearl harvesters,” Dr Crest remarked with a smile in his voice, “It’s really good to see how the young people are keeping the tradition alive!”
Amber scrunched her nose up. Yeah the young man across the street was really handsome, but every time Amber tried to talk to him, he had made an excuse and disappeared quickly. Not to mention, she had seen him chatting with quite a number of clitless girls.
There was a clatter of metal instruments, then Dr Crest rolled his chair away saying “We’re done!”
They were done? Amber was clitless? She thought they were still waiting for the anesthetic to kick in!