I sit tied to a wheelchair at the dinner table as me and my master eat, with him feeding me between bites. I love these moments where he looks after me while I'm helpless and he enjoys looking after me. We met several years ago for a one off bondage session and realised that we both liked each others company and shared the same fantasies. I spend most of my time indoors, normally either locked onto my wheelchair or tied on the bed, which I don't mind, I'm not a very sociable person, master is the only person I've ever enjoyed and been comfortable being around for an extended period of time, it's one of the reasons that I became his 24/7 bondage slave. Sometimes he takes me outside but when he does I'm bound in my wheelchair and just taken around the local park. I can walk but master loves keeping me locked in my wheelchair and I kind of love him wheeling me around, I have no control where we go and how long we're at places, and he looks after me. When left alone I'm normally stick in my wheelchair with the TV on or with a blindfold and headphones playing music or an audio book, with my mouth gagged and of course naked or tied on the bed and forced to lay there and look at the ceiling.

"I know that it's a month away but I have a big surprise planned for your birthday." My birthday?

"What sort of surprise master." As I say this he places a piece of vegetable in my mouth preventing me from talking as I chew on it.

"I'm going to make all your fantasies come true. But in order to do so I need you to sign something." We'd discussed each others darkest fantasies regularly, mine and his becoming more extreme as we grew to trust each other and gained more experience. My mind races at the idea, not entirely sure which fantasies he is referring to. He slides a piece of paper carefully under my restrained hand and places a pen gently in my fingers.

"Sign here and your greatest dreams will become a reality." I feel my cock harden as my mind thinks of all the things I'd love to do and have done to me and not even reading the document I sign it.

"Good boy slave. Now then time for desert." As he picks up the plates and leaves I see him pull out his phone and quickly send a message before shoving his phone back into his pocket. What is he up to? My thoughts quickly disappear as master returns naked, his hard cock on full display. I hungrily take his cock in my mouth as he plays with my cock, my tongue eagerly moving over the head of his cock as I taste his pre cum. Soon my work is rewarded and I get my desert as his cum fills my mouth and I swallow it down and lick his cock desperately for seconds. His hand pulls away from my cock as he pulls out with a mischievous grin on his face and leaves me bound in my wheelchair with a look of frustrated desperation and my erect cock twitching close to the edge. Master loves teasing and denying me while I'm helpless and knows I can't do anything to relieve myself and I love it as well. I sit back in frustration and savour the taste of his cum in my mouth as I wait patiently for master to return.

My heart beats and I jump in my chair as I hear the doorbell and mastwr answering the door. Master, now fully dressed again, comes into the room and wheels me out to the hallway where two men stand.

"Here he is, ready to go. Here's the signed forms." I look at master with a bit of confusion.

"Remember what I said, they're here to help you live out your fantasies." The men look at me as they check the paperwork.

"Did you sign this sir?"

"Yes." I say slightly confused.

"Ok then let's get going." They turn and walk out the house and master wheels me out after them. As I reach the back of an open van I see a medical bed and various devices, suddenly I realise which fantasies master was talking about. I pull on my restraints as panic begins to set in.

"Is he ok?"

"Yes, I think it's just nerves. Do you have anything to calm him?" I feel a sudden sting in my arm and my body goes limp and numb, my heartrate slowing. I feel my restraints being undone and the men lifting my limp body into the bed and straping me down. A mask lowers over my face as some sort of gas is pumped into my mouth. Above me master smiles.

"Sweat dreams my love, when you awake everything will be as you always dreamed." As I hear his words my heavy eyelids close and feeling him place an affectionate kiss on my forehead I fall unconscious.

My eyes open slowly, immediately I notice that something is very different. I call for my master but my words are garbled, running my tongue around my mouth I find that my teeth are missing, only smooth gums exist, my heart beat increases as I wonder how much of my wildeat fantasies he did. Slowly I turn my head and find nothing but a small stump at my shoulder, quickly looking in the other direction I find my other arm is missing as well. How far did he go with this? I wasn't serious when I talked about this fantasy, we were talking about our craziest fantasies, not ones that we'd actually do. I begin to panic and try to move my toes, knees, legs but nothing happens, the whole lot had been removed, I'm now completely limbless and forever just a helpless head and body. Despite my fear, now that I'm actually living this fantasy I do feel turned on by the feeling of being totally helpless, just as I'd dreamed of being. As I get aroused I notice something else strange. No, no, no, please don't tell me he did that as well. I lift my head up and to my horror where an erection should be on full display towering up from my crouch I see nothing but a tiny stump and balls. He also had my cock removed. That wasn't even one of my fantasies but his that I somewhat mentioned liking the idea if when we talked about my crazy amputation fantasies. Now I really am reliant on my master for everything, including ever having an orgasm ever again. I drop my head down and lay still looking at the ceiling as I wait for someone, hopefully master, to see me. As I lay there thoughts entire my mind, what if no one ever comes to see me? What if I'm just stick here forever?

My fears are quickly proven wrong as master's smiling face comes into view.

"You're finally awake. How are you feeling? Any pain." I try to mumble no pain and shake my head, master seems to understand and turns away to pick something up, he turns back around lifting a mirror over my mutilated body. In the mirror I see my limbless body and my dickless stump and I can't help but give a toothless smile as my stump twitches at sight of my helpless body. Master puts down the mirror and caresses my body, I moan slightly as I feel his hands run over my stumps and then move over my crouch and play with my balls and the stump that was my penis, it twitches as he rubs it and lightly pulls on it, causing me to moan and move my back as I wiggle with building lust.

"Happy birthday. I'm glad that you like your present. Now time for one last gift." He moves over me and, unable to do anything to stop him, his cock slides inside my ass and he begins to fuck me like a fuckdoll. Unable to move I just lay on the bed as his balls slap against my ass and each thrust pushes my now light body slightly. The feeling of being completely helpless makes me moan and my stump twitch, as master moans and fills my ass my stump erupts as I cum, my cum spraying over my body.

Master climbs off the bed and moves toward my head, his hand grips my left shoulder, my stump giving him a good place to grip, and rolls my onto my side and slides his cock into my toothless mouth. I run my tongue over it and clean it of his cum and my ass, both tastes filling my senses.

Satisfied master let's go and I roll back onto my back and he leaves the room. Having been used I'm left alone, his cum leaking out of my ass, his taste in my mouth and my own cum on my body, the feeling of just being used as a fuckdoll, an object, and then left turns me on yet again and unable to relieve myself I wish that my master will return to use me again soon.

It's been a year since my wildest fantasies were made a reality, it took a bit of getting used to, especially not being able to talk properly or stratch an itch, I didn't think of that when I thought of my fantasies, but master takes care of me. I enjoy having him wash me, his hands running over my whole body, he normally teases my tiny stump, as he calls it, and makes it twitch, causing me to moan and wiggle around in the water. I still get to enjoy him feeding me, although now he holds me in one arm while pouring liquid meals into my mouth, I don't require much food though due to being smaller and not very active, master has to make sure not to feed me to much and does his best to keep me thin. He of course also gives me regular feedings of cum, using my toothless mouth at least once a day, normally in the morning after waking up. In the evening he normally fucks my ass at least once, my limbless form normally turns him on enough for at least two rounds, which also gives me the release I need after a day of helpless frustration. At night he cuddles me like a teddy bear as he sleeps and I rest in his embrace.

Other than that not much has changed, in the evenings master props me up on the sofa and cuddles me as we watch TV, sometimes his hand drifts down to my little stump and he rubs it teasingly as we sit together, a small smile on his face knowing that he's driving me crazy and making it hard for me to focus on the show. Sometimes he just pushes me over and slides his cock into my open mouth and moves me up and down or just picks me up drops me ass first onto his cock and lifts me up and down until he is satisfied and lays me down either on the sofa or the floor once he's filled me.

Currently though I'm waiting in my dark and warm draw under the bed, master keeps me here when he has guests or when he's out, he says that it's to keep me safe but it just makes me feel more like an object, which I'm certain is the real reason. My thinking is more confirmed by the entertainment he left me listening to, a recording of him on loop, constantly playing though headphones stuck in my ears, deafening me to the world outside my draw.

"You are a limbless fuckdoll. You have no name or identity other than fuckdoll. You exist to be fucked. Your purpose is to pleasure your owner. Your thoughts should be focused on making them cum. You crave their cum. You want to be fucked, you need to be filled." As I sit there I'm unable to not think of master returning and fucking me, not just cause of the recording, it's the only human contact and stimulation that I get and I'm now addicted to it and crave it, the few days that I don't either taste his cum or have his cock in my ass I feel bad, lonely and abandoned.

As I lay in my box I feel the need to pee, thankfully master knew he'd be out for several hours so left me in a diaper, as I piss in it I feel the material get wet and even after all this time I feel humiliation at being reduced to using a diaper when left alone all day. On days when master is home all day he takes me for regular toilet breaks but today I'm to piss myself like a helpless baby, unable to do anything but sit in my waste until master returns. I continue to lay trapped and stored away in my dark draw, in my soggy diaper, unable to move, unable to make clear words, unable to even get hard due to my helplessness, only lay frustrated, listening to my master on loop and think of his cock and being fucked as I wait for his return.

I feel my draw slide open, the movement making me wobble on my back slightly. As light enters my vision I'm blinded for a moment, as my eyes get used to the light I see master looking down at me and I smile,

"Happy birthday fuckdoll." I wiggle my shoulder stumps and moan signaling that I want out of my draw. Master lifts me up and props me up against the bed and kneeling in front of me he undoes his trousers and slides his cock into my mouth and fucks my throat, squashing my head between his body and the bed, quickly feeding me his cum which I hungrily swallow down.

He picks me up and carries me out of the bedroom, held in his comforting arms I close my eyes and lean my head into him. I love my new life and my birthday present.