Natalie opened the door to her apartment. She stepped in, closed the door, and locked it. She was alone.

Finally.

She dropped her bag next to the door and kicked off her heels in the span of seconds. A turn to her right with a pull of her hand flung her closet door open. She shed her jacket from her shoulders fast enough to jostle locks of her deep red hair out of her ponytail. The hangers in the closet were inches from her face, but the jacket fell forgotten to the ground behind her. Natalie stuck her thumb into the waistband of her skirt and bent over. With a few movements of her hand, the skirt sped past her ample rear end and landed on her feet. In the same bend, her right hand reached into the back of the closet.

She stood up holding a bright complicated silver metal ring half the size of a hula hoop and gripped it with both hands. She applied pressure to the ring and contracted it to be smaller than a frisbee, then expanded it to be taller than her. Applying pressure again, she condensed it to a size slightly larger than a bracelet and smiled. "I've been waiting far too long for this," she said.

Apparently, 'far too long' is about ten hours. To be fair, a full work day in a boring office with rush-hour traffic added in can seem like an eternity. Natalie moved with a spring in her step to the other side of her apartment.

She cleared an area of the hardwood floor a few days ago and set up a video camera that saw the whole open space. The only thing the camera could see (when Natalie and her ring weren't there, that is) was a small circular rug. She already thought of that rug as her stage; her limelight; her own personal slice of heaven.

After setting the camera to record and grabbing her vibrator, she sauntered over to the rug with a swing in her hips that jiggled her butt. She bent over at the waist to place her vibrator on the rug. She smacked her ass, slowly stood up, turned to face the camera, and pressed a button on the silver ring.

*chooouuuum*

The ring hummed to life. Natalie looked up to the camera and smiled. A new button was pressed that turned the side of the ring facing the camera to a fluorescent red. A delicate flick of her fingers flipped the ring to show the other side was a deep, dull blue.

She lifted the ring slowly as she asked, "Are you as ready as I am?" Her sleeveless blouse strained to contain her chest as her hands brought the ring over her head. She pulled the ring open and put her head through it. A push from both hands clasped the ring around her neck red side up. She let out a gasp of joy when it made contact with her skin.

"Mmmmm," she moaned before pressing a new button on the ring. "I'll see you on the other side..."

Natalie's head shifted color until it was made of a warm, red light. Her fingers opened up in pleasure. The red light blinked once, then blinked out entirely. Natalie's head was gone.

She stood still for a few moments. Her chest swelled up as though she took in a large breath. She put her hands on her shoulders and patted them, moving her hands toward where her head used to be, only for her hands to meet in the middle and pat down nothing but the ring and the neckless space on her torso.

('Wh...what happened...where is...my head?')

Though Natalie had just done this to herself, the ring took a few minutes give her all of her memories. The only thing she knew was that she used to have a head, it was now gone, and she should start by searching anywhere on the carpet she was on because it should be nearby.

Her arms raised straight out in front of her before waving around to search for her head. She walked in a circle on the edge of the rug, keeping at least one foot on the carpet at all times. Natalie hoped her hands would hit something, but her blind zombie walk found her nothing. She then got down on her hands and knees and crawled in the same circle, patting the ground around her as she went. Her buns were swaying in full view of the camera she was now oblivious to.

('How did this happen? It's turning me on, but what if I can't find my head again?')

After a few minutes of swiping her hands back and forth, sure she had been thorough and that her head wasn't nearby, she kneeled on her legs. By blind chance she was facing the camera again. Natalie reached up with both hands, almost frantic with movement where her head had been, praying it would pop up where she had last remembered leaving it. Her chest heaved up and down as her panic increased. She gripped her headless space tightly in her hands and began rocking her torso up and down. She dropped her arms and arched her back (if she had a head, she would have been facing the ceiling). Just as she was reaching up to check if her head really wasn't where it was supposed to be one more time, her most recent memories returned to her.

Relief washed over Natalie before transitioning into waves of bliss. What was once a distressed search on her body for her head became a slow, deliberate caressing of every inch of skin. Her hands roamed her body as she stood up again and writhed in a silent ecstasy. Her hands tightly gripped her ass; pressed her tits together; rubbed her body up and down. Her right hand slid onto the front of her thong to rub herself as her left hand fingered her empty, headless space.

She continued this way for a while, content to enjoy her headless body now that she remembered why she lost her head in the first place. She turned to different angles for the camera she now knew about again, but since she no longer had a clue where it was, she repeated some positions over and over. The circular rug was how she stayed in the same place; a foot on the hardwood told her she was going too far. Her fans were always taken care of, and Natalie would watch later as her own #1 fan.

Natalie started to turn in a slow circle as she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a lacy blue bra. Her breasts looked like they were about to win a battle to break free. She flicked the blouse to the floor, careful to throw it far enough away from the rug. ('Did it fall near the camera? Hell if I know,') she thought. The idea of being so helpless and unable to know such a simple thing turned her on further as her pussy began to soak her panties.

She brought her hands back up to the ring. A slight tug expanded it enough to take it off her shoulders. Her left hand held the ring up as her right molested the place her head once was.

('It's not enough, not nearly enough...')

Natalie felt the ring for a moment. The red half was warm to her touch; the blue half was cold. Once she was sure which side was which, she slid her dominant right hand into the ring. She brought the ring straight up her arm with the blue side against her body. A few moments of fidgeting and struggling closed the ring on her shoulder. In a second more, the button was pressed again, turning Natalie's arm completely red. She lifted her arm outwards with her palm up, her left hand on her hip.

Blink. Blink again. The sexy body of the headless woman lost an arm in a flash of light.

Natalie reached above her shoulders. With no head to block it, her left arm easily crossed above her to rub her empty socket. Only a few moments went by before her remaining hand began to rub herself all over, her body gyrating in a rhythm only she could hear. Her thong was completely soaked, leaving a glistening edge at the top of her thighs.

('Oh my god yes...I'm almost there...')

She reached up to her right shoulder. She easily threw her bra strap off to fall where her arm no longer was before pulling the other strap off her left shoulder. Reaching behind herself, she fumbled to unclasp the bra. Arching her back, turning her torso, writhing in a struggle that brought her pleasure, her breasts bouncing madly, Natalie finally took her bra off and flung it away.

Her tits were DDs, but extra blood from her arousal caused them to swell even larger. Her nipples looked like they were straining to cap her breasts' contents. Natalie's remaining hand groped and squeezed her chest before bouncing them up and down.

('Mmmmm...I nearly forgot...where is it?')

Natalie put her only hand palm down as she dropped to her knees. She patted down the carpet in search of something, sending her breasts into a waving motion. Her hand landed on what she wanted in a few moments; her vibrator.

She brought her thighs together to hold it as she twisted the bottom and brought it to life. Her legs launched open again for her to slide her toy past her thong and into her long-ready pussy.

('Oh fuck! Uuhhh my god...')

Natalie pushed it deeper into herself until it was almost completely inside of her. A deft movement of a finger brought her thong over the base of the vibrator. When she let go, the thong held the vibrator inside.

('Oh yesyesyes oh fuck yes')

Natalie could no longer keep her body still. Her only arm kept her propped up as she rocked in a circle. Even her neck base was starting to sweat from the intensity.

Her nimble movements no longer possible while in the throes of her passion, Natalie dropped her torso down to be able to reach for the ring on her bare shoulder without falling over. She removed it, put it on the ground, and put a knee on one side so she could expand it slightly. After confirming which side was warm, she put her hand into the hoop and raised her arm and torso up. It slid to her shoulder.

('Oh fuck I'm doing this, holy shit holy shit')

She nearly fell over when she brought her knee up to shoulder height. Using her hand and her knee, Natalie was able to clasp the ring down one more time. Her body was pulsing with the pleasure from her sex, but it wasn't enough to stop Natalie from hitting the button that transformed her arm into red light.

('Mmmmm...uuuhhhh...fuck, did I...ooooh, set the, the, timer? Mmmmfuck!')

With a blink, then another, Natalie was now headless, armless, topless, stuffed with a vibrator she couldn't remove, on camera, and had no idea when her head and limbs would come back. Would they come back in an hour like the last time she set it? Would it be the default 4 hours? Or could it be the maximum 24 hours she would be stuck like this?

Her torso shot from side to side, sending her breasts to shake violently. It was the only way she could tease them now. The vibrator hummed on, stuck tight in her pussy, bringing her waves of pleasure growing ever stronger. Natalie fell to her side, her legs slowly cycling on the ground. She wound up on her back, rocking from side to side, her legs opening, closing, and bending. She was completely helpless.

('Fuckfuckfuckuuuuhhhhmmm!')

The first orgasm rocked her. Her feet planted on the ground, sending her hips skyward in a pulsing motion. Her tits spread to either side and bounced with each buck of her hips. With no head to help hold her still, her body slid out and slammed on her back.

('OW ow oooowwwmmm, ooooh ooooh oooooohh!')

Natalie turned onto her side. She straightened her legs and wound up face down. She remained this way for a minute, her body gyrating like a snake, her ass jiggling yet taunt from the endless intensity of her vibrator. With a healthy amount of struggling, she wound up on her knees, ass in the air, tits and shoulders pinned to the ground. Her viewers lucked out big time; the position showed she was definitely headless, but focused mainly on how her involuntary squeezes on the vibrator pushed it in and out of her vagina while her thong managed to hold it in. Natalie still considered herself luckier and succumbed to a second orgasm a few minutes later before collapsing to the ground.

The next two hours was the most beautiful torture Natalie had ever felt. It was an hour and a half before her head returned out of a sphere of blue light. Still unable to stop the vibrator, she gasped and moaned aloud until her right arm returned to free her from her own constraints. She was asleep on the floor from exhaustion by the time her body was complete again.

Needless to say, Natalie had thousands of new subscribers by the next night. But she took that night off to watch what she had done to herself the night before.