“Hello,” said the incredibly beautiful blonde behind the steampunk counter as I entered the curious shop in Soho I had never noticed before. She was wearing a nurse’s outfit, and the shop interior seemed to be a Victorian study, without any goods on display – just two armchairs by a fireplace.I thought it rather interesting that this shop’s name had abbreviated “Circus” the way it had, and asked her about it.That made her laugh out loud. “We provide a special kind of experience here,” she explained. “Surely, you are familiar with the topic of male circumcision? The problem with it is that it tends to be quite final as a medical procedure, without any opportunity to try out the different varieties first. We make that possible. We can do this because we can perform actual magic. Are you circumcised?”I figured if she really was capable of magic, she should know that, and told her so.“It was a rhetorical question,” she said and added, fixing me with a stern glance, “we know that you do have a rather long foreskin which would benefit from a bit of trimming in any event, if I may say so. Just look at that,” she continued, having somehow managed to pull out my penis without me noticing; “such a long, unsightly hose of skin which will do nothing for you visually, and is clearly staying forward and in the way even now that an erection is building. A bit tight, too, isn’t it?” And she pulled back on it a little, which put tension on the opening. It was true, I did have a bit of a tight foreskin when erect. “Quite a nice penis otherwise, I have to say,” she added and took an extended, enamoured look at it while turning it a little in her slender hands, lacquered fingernails glistening in the afternoon light.I had the most humongous boner by now. She replaced it in my trousers without any further ado and put on a business-like demeanour.“Our terms of service are that we will magically provide you with a different circumcision variant every Saturday morning, and you can then try it out for a whole week before we change to the next one,” she continued to explain, dreamily playing with my foreskin. “A staff member will give you guidance, and at the end of the trial run, you decide which variant you want to keep, if it isn’t the last one we show you. If you do want to be circumcised, that is, but I can tell you that we have so far not had a single client who didn’t ısparta escort choose a circumcision variant in the end. If, at any given time in the future, you want your foreskin back, you can have that, too. We sometimes provide foreskins to clients for a limited time. As for payment – none required. It’s also covered by magic. Just agree, and the program starts. Four Saturdays, four different circumcision styles. Just sign here.”I figured I had nothing to lose by this, so I signed up.“Good choice,” said the blonde, and bade me farewell, handing me a business card. If it hadn’t been for that, I would have attributed the whole episode to my vivid imagination only hours later. But there it was, a business card with “Magic Circs” clearly printed on it.Still, I had pretty much forgotten about it by Saturday morning, when I woke up in the morning with the usual erection and an unfamiliar sensation at the end of it – bedding touching the glans! Instinctively, I tried to pull the foreskin forward under the covers, only to realize that it was too short to close in front of the glans, as it usually would have done. Instead, it stopped short of covering all of it, leaving probably about a quarter of the glans poking out.“Yes,” said a calm, female voice next to me, “this tends to catch most novices by surprise; no complete coverage anymore. But it does still lend itself to some good, old-school, foreskin wanking.” A cool hand gripped my penis and began to playfully move the shortened foreskin up and down. There, in the sunlight, sat a very attractive brunette in a dark blue silk robe, on the edge of my bed in my Kensington flat, her right arm disappearing under my bed covers as she smiled at me warmly. Next to her impressive cleavage stuck a small, oval brass name plate reading “Henrietta, Magic Circs.”“You’ll have to excuse if we don’t go any further than this manual treatment at this stage; I have noticed your looks, but with this much foreskin still in place, our staff prefer touching by hand only, for hygienic reasons, as I am sure you’ll appreciate. There, that didn’t take long. We do notice clients come very swiftly at this stage.” I had indeed, and she had managed to contain it quite well just with her hand. She must have done this a lot.She expertly applied paper tissues, then said “There; hakkari escort now shall we take a look at it?” Pulling away my bed covers, she sat across my legs, her dress riding up high enough to reveal a cleanly shaven vagina. As she leaned forward, her breasts came close to dropping out of her silk dress. She seemed not to care, focusing instead entirely on my penis and explaining in a lecture-like tone:“As you can see, this is a so-called minimal circumcision. The phimotic ring of tightened skin that used to sit in front of your glans has been removed, which means the opening of the foreskin now sits higher up around the middle of the glans when erect. The skin edge is surprisingly thick, isn’t it? That’s because the foreskin is a good three millimetres thick here already. You can see where the pink inner skin and the tan outer skin have been brought together with sutures – that’s also what has left this regular pattern all around the opening of the remaining foreskin. Suture scars. They are unavoidable on adults. One, two, three… fourteen of them to be exact, going around to ensure the two skin types align properly while healing. And now comes the surprise part…” with that, she pulled the foreskin back, and didn’t stop until her fingernails reached the base of the penis. “Since the frenulum has also been severed, it is now possible to push the opening of the foreskin all the way back along the shaft of the penis, until only pink, inner skin is visible, and the remainder of the outer skin is bunched up at the very end of the shaft. Amazing, isn’t it? That is a lot of sensitive inner skin to play with. Unfortunately, it will still have a smell, and feel quite undefined. And it looks a bit like a sausage roll. But some like it for those qualities it does possess.” With that, she got up and cleaned her hands with some special wipes. “You will have this for one week. Then, we take you to the next stage. Happy testing.”With a wink, she disappeared.By evening, I was thoroughly unnerved by the new status. I hadn’t a single piece of underwear I could wear without irritating the small bit of glans that poked out, and try as I may, I could not pull any skin over it to protect it.“Hang in there,” the lady at the call centre said when I called them at ten to have the circumcision reversed, “it takes bingöl escort some getting used to. You’ll need to move differently, Sir. In a few days, you’ll get the hang of it, pun intended.”For three days, I found it next to impossible to live a normal life. The bald tip of the glans made painful contact with my underwear during every step, and the skin wouldn’t stay back for more than a second when I tried to make it more bearable by creating a larger contact area by retracting it.On Wednesday evening, Henrietta appeared next to my bed again.“How are we doing?” she asked.“Terrible,” I said, can you reverse the circumcision, please? I hate it.”“I could,” she said, “but at this stage, we’d rather you experience the seemingly light variants fully so you can appreciate the more progressive ones more. It’s a strange thing with circumcisions, you see; the more radical they get, the more agreeable they are. You’ll see. In the meantime, I’ll give you a full length foreskin till morning so you can relax a little. I understand. Very few clients opt for the minimal circumcision in the end, because it really doesn’t have much going for it. Enjoy your foreskin for the night. This will probably be the last time you’ll be asking for one.”Saturday morning saw me waking up to the sensation of the exposed glans of my erection touching the cotton of my bedding. A generous roll of skin sat behind the corona. I could easily push it onto the glans a little from behind, but it rolled back immediately by itself when I let go.“That would have to feel a little better,” said the curvy, short haired platinum blonde in the white bath robe sitting on the edge of my bed. Her name plate read “Nicky”, and she had a navel piercing, as I could see plainly when she straddled me, her bath robe falling open, as she swung herself onto my bed. She also had an Aruba tattoo in the bikini zone, and breasts of enormous heft. My penis towered exactly between them. I quite liked the look of it.“Look at that,” she said in mock wonderment, “the entire glans is all the way out, all by itself; when did you ever have that before?” I had to admit it was the first time. “Of course,” she said, it will still cover half of the head when your erection subsides; and there will be an involuntary rolling action upon outstroke during sex, causing the roll of skin to come forward over the corona. So, you go in – it retracts; you go out – corona gets covered by skin roll. Some like it, some want a more direct touch. Here, this is what I mean.” And she took my penis between her breasts and slowly rocked back and forth, allowing me to observe how the remainder of the foreskin rolled over the corona every time she pulled away.