My Personal Fantasy Ch. 01 – Quad Amputee [Fetish][Diary][Confession][Personal]

*Hey guys! Rebecca here! So usually I write fictional stories that are completely made up, but I decided that this time I would write an actual fantasy of mine. Technically, all of my stories are a fantasy of mine in a way, but this one will be written from my own point of view, and is much more focused on my own personal desires, rather than trying to make a delicately crafted story. I don’t know if this is something you guys will like or not, but I figured I’d give it a try! Love you guys!*

**My Greatest Fantasy:**

I want nothing more than to have no arms and no legs. Barely any stumps either, I’d want to be basically just a torso and head. Most people would hear that and think I’m deranged or psychotic, but the truth is much more simple. I want to be good for nothing other than sex. I want so badly to be a living sex doll, unable to object in any meaningful way, and completely dependant on my Master. Yes I would call him my Master because he would have complete control over me. How I dress, what I eat, where I go, he would control it all.

You may think I’m crazy, and maybe that’s fair, but I truly think this would be a grand existence, so long as you could find the right Master. I would want someone that was deeply caring, but also playfully cruel at times. Imagine him leaving me for work, with a vibrator in my pussy set to high. I’d be so completely defenseless, just sitting on the bed, waiting for him to return while cumming endlessly. By the time he’d get back, I’d be a complete mess, panting, and leaking from my pussy profusely. Then he’d take it out, and swaddle me in his arms like a baby while I cry from the hypersensitivity. I would be far from sad, just extremely emotional.

What about handjobs, footjobs, and thighjobs, you might say. Well, I suppose those would be forfeited, but think of what you get in return. For those who didn’t know, your arms and legs combined make up about 48 percent of your overall body weight. Meaning that without them, you’d weigh nearly half of your current weight. I’m only 90 ish pounds now, so half it and I’d only be 45 ish, which is crazy!! Imagine all of the crazy positions, and abilities only weighing 45 pounds would give you. I think that makes up for no handjobs. Plus, I mean, who wants a handjob when you have a perfectly accepting mouth you can fuck to your heart’s content.

I think part of it stems from my desire to be small, or small proportional to my Master. A big reason I write futa stories with a large futa and small sub is because I really like that dynamic, and wish I could have it for myself. I’m pretty small as is, but I’d love to be smaller. The defenselessness is also a huge turn on. I have a pretty big rape kink, or CNC whatever you want to call it (Consensual Non-Consent). I don’t WANT to be raped, but I am intoxicated by the idea of a man being so desperately turned on by me that he can’t control himself. I don’t know, I guess that’s the best way I can describe it.

I feel like cuddling would also be better. No arms or legs to get in the way, He could just hug me close and lay me on his chest. And if he got hard, he could just slide me down his chest, slowly impaling me on his cock without asking. That’s probably the biggest part of it for me, is the fact that I would basically only exist for sex. Like I said, I would want my Master to be very kind and loving, but also occasionally playfully cruel. I like to imagine him storing me away for a day perhaps, really treating me like an object. I’d love to be completely lifted off the ground and fucked like I weighed nothing, which wouldn’t be too hard considering how light I’d be.

I also really like the dependency of the situation. He’d have to help me to the bathroom, with bathing, if we went out on a date, he’d have to carry me into the car and then into the restaurant. Everyone would stare at us like we were complete weirdos. Some would probably feel really badly for him, but little would they know that I’m his little sex doll that he can do anything to. If people knew that I think they’d be jealous of him. Sure he has a lot of responsibility, but the psychological benefits that would come from having a person put so much trust in you that they amputate all their limbs for you would probably make up for it.

Now I know what you’re saying, “couldn’t you do all this without amputating your arms and legs?” Technically I guess so, but it’s definitely more enticing to me to be a quad amputee. You can ACT however you want in life, but if you were a quad amputee, you’d have no choice, and I like that. I feel like there would also be immense joy in the simplicity of life after you got rid of your limbs. You wouldn’t have to worry about work, or hobbies, or anything really. So long as you had a loving Master to take care of you, all you’d have to do is exist and he’d fuck you silly all the time, which is all anyone really wants right?

Here’s a specific scenario that I dream about pretty often:

I wake up in the closet. My Master left me in there overnight because I was being a “bad” toy. I secretly love it when he puts me in there. He made a little drawer that has blankets and pillows. It’s so cozy and I don’t have to worry about anything when I’m in there. I just go to sleep and wait for him to take me back out. Not long after waking up, he opens the drawer, and sees my smiling face. He smiles back at me and caresses my cheek.

“Is my little toy ready to behave?” He asks.

“Yes Master!” I reply enthusiastically.

Truthfully, I didn’t misbehave, I never do, but what fun is it to never punish your submissive little toy. He runs his hand down my belly, slipping his fingers between the folds of my pussy. He pulls them out to find them dripping with my juice.

“Looks like my toy is a little dirty.” He says

I nod, knowing that a cleaning is in order. I like being cleaned, but I also like being left dirty sometimes. Sometimes, he’ll cum on me again and again and he won’t clean me for days. It reminds me that I’m at his mercy, and nothing more than a pleasure toy for him. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me delicately out of the drawer. I love being manipulated by him, it makes me feel so small, so safe, and so so happy. I pucker my lips and close my eyes as he lifts me in the air. He knows I want a kiss, and being the loving Master he is, he kindly gives me what I want, this time. He kisses me tenderly but quickly, not wanting to spoil me hehe.

I lean forward, trying to make it last as long as I can, but obviously he can just pull me away. As he holds me in front of him in the air, a long string of love juice starts to drip from my pussy, slowly stretching towards the ground. My Master carefully holds me above his head, and slowly lowers me, sucking up the dripping juice along the way until his mouth is firmly connected to my crotch. I bite my lip as I once again feel his loving mouth after a night in the drawer. He sucks hard, extracting a generous helping of my slime, before pulling me off.

Being a toy makes you more receptive to sexual gestures. When you have almost nothing but sex in your life, you begin to enjoy it more, rely on it more, and in turn you become more sensitive. His simple sucking was enough to set me off, and as he carries me down the hall to the bathroom, I begin to cum for the first time of the day. Cumming would become so easy, and my Master would become so good at making me cum.

We get to the bathroom, and Master turns on the bath. The tub slowly fills up while Master undresses. I’ve been naked the whole time, as I spend most of my time naked. Once undressed, Master walks over to me and picks me up. I know what’s coming, as it’s a cleaning time ritual. He flips me upside down and I instinctively open my mouth. He’s already hard just knowing that I’m going to suck him clean. He lowers me until I take his big juicy cock into my mouth. Being a good sex toy would mean needing to learn all of the Masterful techniques of sex, and I would be more than capable of taking his nine inch cock balls deep into my throat.

Little known fact: The mouth is the best tool for cleaning cocks, and I would clean his cock so incredibly thoroughly. Without arms and legs, I’d have much less blood in my body than most people, meaning that being inverted wouldn’t impact me nearly as much. I would gurgle and twist my tongue in my mouth as his cock penetrated my throat over and over, until eventually he would spew his hot seed deep into my stomach. After that, I’d continue to suck him, as the whole point was to make sure he was clean, and when he is finally happy with my job, he would take me off.

I’d be panting with a broad smile on my face, feeling so incredibly happy to serve my Master. He’d give me another peck of affection. Then he’d hold me above the toilet, allowing me to relive myself. At first it was weird using the bathroom like this, but I would grow used to it, and perhaps even enjoy them. I’m not into stuff like that, but it would be more about the emotional connection of having someone care about you so much that they hold you while you go to the bathroom. After that, we’d hop in the bath and he’d tenderly take his time cleaning my every nook and cranny.

To help stabilize me while he washes me, he’d stick me on his cock under the water, and I’d flex my kegel muscles to jerk him to completion while he rinses me. Feeling his cum fill my pussy under the warm water would cause me to cum myself, and I’d convulse as he held me against his chest, slowly beginning to thrust into me, escalating my climax. After the bath, he’d dry me off. He’d do it very specifically though, as this is a big part of it for me. He’d place a warm towel on the counter top, then gently place me on top of the towel. He’d then tease and tickle me as he drys me off with the towel tenderly, like one might a baby.

After we were dry, he’d take us back to the bedroom. He’d lay me on the bed, and give my pussy a few spankings with his cock, making me cum with the simple contact. He’d laugh at my inability to refrain from cumming at the slightest of gestures, which I would enjoy. He’d then get dressed and ready for work. I would lay on the bed, humming happily to myself while I watched him dress. Then I see him reach for a key on the nightstand and I feel my mouth go dry. I know what’s coming. He grabs the key and uses it to unlock a safe in the closet. The contents aren’t particularly valuable, but having them in the safe meant I’d become conditioned to knowing what was coming to me everytime he went to unlock it.

He’d pull out four vibrators, the only four objects in the safe. Two would be lovesense Lush’s, one for each of my bottom holes. The other two would be lovesense hyphy’s that he would strap to me and concentrate on my clit. It was a ritual he called bombardment, and it was every bit as terrifying as it was addictive. My genitals would be vibrated relentlessly for hours while he was away at work, and would reduce me to an incoherent, crying, overstimulated mess by the time he returned. The ritual would start with ecstasy which would turn to pain, which would then turn back into a different kind of painful ecstasy.

I would squirm as he pops one lush into my pussy, patting my labia as if securing it deeply inside. The next would slip into my asshole, and finally, he’d tie the two hyphy’s to my stomach and point the tips to either side of my clit. To finish it all off, he’d get a tight pair of panties, and put them on me so I wouldn’t be able to force the lush’s out of my holes.

“I expect you to be nice and wet when I get back.” He’d say.

I’d nod with a nervous look on my face, knowing the intense sensations I would be suddenly subjected to. He’d give my pussy one final kiss goodbye, then turn on all of the vibrators. Immediately I’d begin to cum and squirm, convulsing as he walked out the door. Hours would pass, tears would streak down my cheeks as I came over and over. More than just my panties would be soaked, as cups of slime oozed from my overstimulated pussy. Saliva would drool from my mouth as I whimpered and moaned out my orgasms. Due to past discoveries, I wasn’t allowed to make enough noise that the neighbors would worry about me, so I would bite my lip to try and keep quiet as best I could.

By the time my Master was coming back through the door, I’d be so lost in orgasm that I would barely remember my own name. He’d take off the vibrators, but I’d still feel the phantom buzzing on my overstimulated genitals for hours to come. My body would buck and jerk against my will as his fingers ran between my folds, and pressed against my throbbing clit. He’d bring his fingers to his mouth and suck down my copious juices just like he wanted. He’d waste no time, quickly undressing, and lining his cock up with my pussy.

He’d thrust into me, finding my pussy so incredibly tight and wet that no other woman on earth could compare. The ritual was effective in tightening and lubricating my immaculate sex hole. He’d fuck me gently at first, but then get caught up in the pleasure and begin to use me after a short while. I’d lose consciousness a few times, but it would all be safe. After pumping me full of multiple loads, I would thank him to the best of my abilities for the amazing sex.

“T-th-th-th-tha-ank-k y-y-y-o-ou-uu m-m-m-ma-mas-s-s-s-st-ster” I’d eek out in a trembling voice.

The night is young, however, and he decides that he wants to take me out on a date. Feeling particularly more cruel than usual, he decides that this date will involve the two lush’s. He pops them back in my holes, and turns them on as he dresses me. He puts new panties on me, that quickly get just as dirty as the previous pair I’d been wearing all day. He’d put me in a cute, short, frilly sundress, without washing my sweaty body at all. He enjoys displaying me in public while I’m still fresh from sex or the ritual. All my clothes would be custom made, and the sun dress would be so short that you could see the bottom of each cheek of my plump ass.

We’d go to a fancy restaurant and get tons of looks from the other patrons. I’d be a mess, but they wouldn’t be able to say anything about it without looking insensitive to my condition. Master would sit me in his lap and order our food, I don’t get to pick. I’d be focused on trying not to cum as the two vibrators buzz my pussy and ass into oblivion. We’d get our food and he’d take turns feeding me and himself. Eventually, he’d get bold enough to slip my panties to the side and slip his cock into my pussy in the restaurant. The feeling of a cock and a lush at the same time would make it too hard to keep quiet, and I’d let out little tiny squeaks of pleasure as he bounced me on his lap.

After that, we’d return home, where he’d undress the two of us, and we’d cuddle in bed, as he finally gave me a break for the day. Being his toy would be so rewarding and fun, but also clearly exhausting at times, but in the best way. I’d fall asleep quickly from exhaustion, and wake up to relive a variation of that same day over and over. I love being Master’s toy.

So that’s one of my greatest fantasies! I hope you enjoyed reading it, as I came so many times writing it! I know it would be a lot of work, but let me know if you’d be interested in being my master in a situation like this! You can either leave a comment, or give me a private message! I’d love to hear what you all have to say about such a situation! Anyways, happy cumming! Love you guys!

Rebecca

xoxo

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