Why torture a clit?

I adore clitoral torture because it attacks such a deliciously painful part of a woman’s anatomy - her clitoris, the seat of hear orgasmic pleasure!  And not to mention the most nerve-dense part of her body.



However, my favorite aspect of clit torture is not physical but psychological.



The clitoris is a famously “hidden” organ.  Many a misogynistic joke has used men’s inability to find it as a punch line.  But even in reality, many men have trouble correctly stimulating the clitoris to bring a woman to orgasm.



Clit torture flips that paradigm on its head.  The submissive’s genitals are on full, microscopic display and, ideally, she is restrained so her legs can’t close and her hands can’t reach down to save herself from her treatment.  Each bit of her supposed “womanhood” is dutifully noted and receives its own treatment - the labia are clipped up and away and the clitorial hood is precisely tucked back to leave the clit prominent and visible.  In the most thorough cases, the bulb is pumped for up to an hour before stimulation to maximize size and sensitivity.



And then, after all of that work to understand the female anatomy, all of that work to unearth the “hidden” clitoris, what do we do?



We crush it, we burn it, we pinch it, we flick it.  We use our special knowledge to bring discomfort, not pleasure.  We pierce it with a needle.  We hook it into a clamp and test how far it will stretch.  We hurt it with hot and cold, we hit it and coat it with stinging chemicals.



We could be using all of that knowledge to make it feel good instead, but we don’t.  Instead of stroking that clit, we slap it.  Instead of throbbing with pleasure, it will throb with pain.  Because I say so.



It’s a mindfuck.