The next night was Halloween and not only was Mistress an artist and teacher but she was a witch and she had a special ritual waiting for me. In her studio was a stone altar that she had sculpted. I'd assumed it was a work bench as it was always covered by a cloth and covered in supplies. This night however it was completely cleared off and ready for me. I was bound to it with my arms and legs spread. Mistress painted some weird designs on my body while chanting. I thought it was paint and that she was just playing up Halloween. I found out later it was blood and that she was very serious.
Of course I got more and more scared as time went on. Mistress noticed and gave me a kiss and said "It's alright my brave pet. I am very proud of you for doing this for me. Just be still and it'll all be over soon.". A few minuets later she stopped chanting and began to rub my clit. It felt so good! Then she picked up a clamp and placed it on my clit and pulled. It hurt. When it had been pulled as far as it would go she looped a length of plastic around the base of my clit. The plastic loop was connected to a little electric device used to gather cables. With a push of a button she banded my clit. I couldn't help screaming. My Mistress kissed me and told me it would be alright and that the pain would fade soon. She was right. In a few minutes I could feel my clit getting numb and I began to calm down. Mistress said I was a good girl again and climbed up onto the altar and placed her pussy over my face.
I lost track of time as I licked her to one orgasm after another. After her fourth or fifth orgasm she told me that that was enough and got off. She kissed me and said that she was proud of me. She then rubbed my clit and asked "Can you feel this dear pet?" I couldn't feel a thing and told her so. Her smile was so bright it made me feel good. Then she picked up a knife and said "Thank you pet. I love you" and cut off my clit.
Even though my clit was numb it still hurt when she cut it off and the pain was unlike anything I'd ever felt. Still I think most of the pain was in my head. I expected it to hurt a lot so it did. I remember I screamed and screamed and then screamed some more before passing out. The last thing I remember before passing out was her holding it up and saying "Now it's mine forever.". When I woke up, it was to a lot of pain and the smell of burning flesh. It hurt so much! I can't imagine how much more it would have hurt it I hadn't been numb. Mistress was so happy though. And that made the pain worth it. She kissed me and said "Thank you pet" I had barely managed to tell her I loved her before passing out again. When I woke again Mistress had covered me in a blanket and was sleeping in a chair next to me. When I croaked out "Mistress?" She immediately woke up and kissed me. She gave me some water and told me she was proud of me and that she loved me so much. It really made me feel good. She had to help me up as it hurt so much to move. My whole lower body was wrapped in bandages and it was too painful to close my legs. She helped me to her bed and told me to rest.
During the week it took me to recover Mistress treated me like I was a china doll. She was with me constantly and anything I needed she gave me. When the week was over and I could move well enough on my own again she let me see her art work. The bandages came off and she held a mirror so I could see my pussy. Only I didn't have one anymore. My clit, hood, and labia had all been cut away and burned and the entrance to my vagina had been sewn so that only the tip of her little finger could get in. I was shocked. Mistress was so happy though. She kept saying that I'd made her so happy and that she was proud of me and loved me very much. I began to feel good about my sacrifice. I didn't use them anymore and it had helped my Mistress and made her happy, so I felt happy.
Several days later when I was feeling a lot better she began to use me as her model again. No more did she have to unlock and re lock that awful belt anymore. I was proud of my sacrifice then. And her statue of me was getting closer to completion. I thought it looked wonderful but she kept saying that it was missing something. A month later she told me it was almost finished. She said a few more hours of work and then she could put the finish on it and it'd be done. I was proud of her. The statue looked amazing. It was me as a fairy sitting on a rock with her elbows on her knees and her hands holding a book. She told me she was going to place "me" under a tree next to the stream that ran through the back yard. I thought it was a beautiful spot and it was my favorite spot in the whole garden.
A week to the day was my last. She said a couple of dear friends of hers named Amy and Sue were coming over for a visit and she wanted to serve the very best. I told her I would do my best and she said I know you will and stuck a needle in my arm and pushed the plunger. I was so confused! I tried to ask what was happening but I couldn't. I remember everything getting hazy and Mistress catching me. The last thing I remember before I blacked out was Mistress saying that I was going to be wonderful. When I woke I was in the kitchen. I was in a large pan and my hands were tied to my ankles. I was covered in honey and surrounded by vegetables and broth. I was confused, scared, and my belly hurt. Mistress kissed me and told me there was nothing to worry about. She said that she had to remove some parts but that she knew I would make dinner very special. Then she asked if I loved her. "Of course Mistress" I said. " I love you more than anything!" "Thank you my love" she said back to me as she kissed me one last time. Then she placed an apple in my mouth and slid me into the oven.
I didn't notice the heat at first but it quickly became too much. I tried to scream and get out but I couldn't remove the apple and Mistress's bonds were too tight. The pain got to be so intense that all I could do was scream until I passed out. The next thing I remember was floating in blackness and it was peaceful. There was no pain anymore. There was nothing but peace. Eventually I began to worry about my Mistress and I wondered what she was doing. Then I began to feel a gentle tugging. Eventually it grew so strong I felt like I was falling. I screamed and passed out again. When I woke up I was in Mistress's studio. Mistress looked so happy! She said "You're awake! At last you're awake!" and gave me a kiss. It felt so good but I was confused. I didn't understand what was going on. When I tried to ask her my lips wouldn't move. Nothing moved. I couldn't move any part of my body. I began to get scared and Mistress told me not to fear. She said that I was alright and that some men were coming by to put me into the garden. Then she asked if I'd like to see the finished statue. I did but I still couldn't understand why I couldn't move.
She left me for a bit. I tried to see where she went but I couldn't. All I could see was the statue's arms and hands holding a book. She came back a minute later pushing a big wheeled mirror and I gasped! I was looking at the statue of a fairy version of me. Then I realized I was looking at me! Somehow Mistress had placed my spirit into the statue! While I was still grappling with that, the men came and placed me in the garden, right in my favorite spot. I was embarrassed as I could hear them commenting about my body and what they'd like to do with it if it had been flesh and blood. Little did they know that not only could I hear them but the remains of my original body were locked forever inside my bronze body.
I'd learned what happened to them after they left. As soon as Mistress had paid them she came back and began to kiss me and told me what had happened. After she'd knocked me out, she removed the organs that were not edible and burned them. Then she sewed me up and began to get me ready for dinner. It was about then that I woke up. After I was done cooking Mistress took me out and served me to her friends. She told me that I tasted very good and that I was the best dinner they'd ever had. I felt weird about that but happy and proud that she enjoyed me. I had told her that I loved it when she ate me. Now she'd done it for real. What made me cry was when she told me that she'd planned to serve me as dinner for a long time but that she loved me so much that she couldn't bear to part with me. So she made a statue of me and began to place bits of me inside it. And when she finally did cook me for dinner she had my bones and ashes placed into the statue. After finishing it she began a ritual that would bring me back inside the statue and here I am. When she'd finished telling me she began to kiss me again and started rubbing her pussy against my leg. It felt good. I don't know why I could see her much less feel her but I didn't care and I still don't. I love her and her touch feels better than ever. She quickly took her clothes off and continued to make love to me and it felt wonderful! When she started rubbing my pussy. It felt so good but I was still a bit shocked. I was identical to the original me in every way except one small detail. I had my hood and labia back again but I had no clit. Mistress must have sensed my confusion because she looked into my eyes and said "Don't you remember. That's mine forever. Then she rubbed herself to orgasm against me. I still have never had an orgasm since the day mine was sacrificed but she's had plenty of them and I love giving them to her!
