We settled on a private circumcision clinic not too far from London. After a brief consultation where Saoirse and I outlined to the doctor what result we wanted we booked the surgery for three weeks afterwards. The friendly doctor — a good-looking 30-something man with dark hair and warm eyes — was easy to talk to and seemed very understanding about what we wanted for the end product. "I have more and more couples coming in to ask about this procedure," he said to us breezily, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to have your genitals surgically altered for someone else's sexual pleasure. I certainly felt awkward pushing for what was essentially a cosmetic surgery to please my girlfriend. "It's not at all unusual, and I always hear that both parties are very happy with the results."
"I'm sure we will be too," Saoirse said meaningfully. I was embarrassed she would say it like that, but felt in the pit of my stomach that she was right.
Strangely, throughout the consultation I got the feeling the doctor was addressing Saoirse with questions and information more than me. "You're sure you want it as tight as I can make it?" he said, looking at her. Saoirse nodded firmly. "That's a popular choice, though the downsides are it makes masturbation and sex radically different from what he's now used to."
"I know," Saoirse said. "We've discussed it. It's what we both want."
"And the examination showed his frenulum is somewhat tight. I would recommend having it excised during the operation," the doctor continued, still focusing on Saoirse, but offering a cursory glance in my direction.
"That's fine. We both want his frenulum removed anyhow," she said. There was something callous, almost businesslike about her manner and tone.
"The only problem is I've observed both the erect and flaccid size of his penis. There's quite a size differential. What this means for the style of circumcision I can offer is that there will need to be some loose skin when he's flaccid, but this will tighten right up as soon as erection occurs."
Saoirse looked put out. "Oh, that doesn't sound good," she said. "So there will be some foreskin coverage when he's flaccid after all?"
The doctor laughed. "No, the foreskin will be completely removed and the glans will always be uncovered even when he's flaccid. All I meant was that there will be some loose skin on the flaccid penis, which will likely bunch somewhat behind the corona. But it won't be enough to cover the glans on its own."
"Ah alright," said Saoirse. "I was worried for a moment."
Everything was set. During the consultation the doctor informed us he would be circumcising me freehand. Saoirse briefly pushed him on that, suggesting that 'we' would prefer some kind of clamp be used. She said she had heard a Gomco clamp was a good choice. But the doctor insisted that that method was preferable for infant circumcisions and not the ideal option for adults. She looked disappointed at this but agreed we had best leave the details to him.
When we got home Saoirse told me she was so excited by the thought of me finally getting circumcised that she could feel her panties getting wet in the consultation room. I told her that I had also got quite turned on hearing her talk so assertively with the doctor about how she wanted me cut. Of course, before long we ended up fooling around. Dirty talk about my upcoming circumcision fueled another long lovemaking session.
Over those three weeks leading up to the operation our sex life was explosive. Saoirse said we needed to make the most of it because after the operation I would be out of action for quite some time as it healed. Every time we had sex she would initiate things by talking about circumcision, telling me how she couldn't wait to see how it turned out, how she was thinking all the time about that moment I would first penetrate her with my freshly circumcised penis and newly bared head. She insisted on giving me handjobs where she kept my foreskin back tightly and massaged my glans with a lubed hand. "Imagine how good it will feel in a few weeks when I can do this without having to pretend your foreskin is gone," she said. "Oh! I can't wait to see how tight it is."
The day finally arrived and Saoirse drove me to the clinic. She was disappointed not to be allowed to watch the procedure ("So many woman ask to see the operation," the doctor told her. "I don't understand why it's so interesting to them.") but accepted it and went to sit in the waiting room instead. The whole thing didn't take very long, and I didn't feel much after the anesthetic injection except for some ghostly tugging. I just wanted the operation and the healing to be over as soon as possible so I could finally please her with my new penis.
Saoirse hugged me tightly and gave me a tender kiss as soon as I saw her after the operation. "I'm so happy you did this for me," she said. "As soon as I can, you know... I'll show you how much I appreciate it." She said with that sly look on her face. If I hadn't been completely numb below the belt I'm sure that comment would have provoked a powerful erection.
As she was driving me home she was struggling to contain her happiness and excitement. A broad smile was never far from her face. "I want to see it, but I know it's all bandaged up for now. That's a shame," she said. "I'm so excited to go through this whole experience with you. I almost wish it was me... Isn't that strange?"
"Not so much," I told her. "It's clear how much it means to you. I'm so excited to share it with you too." I stroked her thigh.
"I've got a confession to make," she said in a small voice, but playfully. "A dirty confession."
