I did it on a whim. I met someone online who volunarily lost their leg and when she sent me a photo to provde she wasnt just a troll, I almost came.

She gave me an address and a date and no more than five minutes in to talking we had planned my first amputation. It would be at a fairly sketchy warehouse and a man named Edwardo and his completely legless and lovely wife took my left hand away from me. It was free..some sort of dark-net industry selling body parts but they assured me that I could return at any time to remove more.

My empty wrist was always the center of any party and I was always excited to have others touch it and asked questions. They would ask why it happened though and I would always deflect the subject.

I used my new wrist disarticulation on my stump, and with my closest friend. If I could bend forward enough, I could just barely get to the point where I could jam my handless forearm into my vagina. Such a full feeling. And it always made me come quickly, knowing that my experience was so unique. Both in that almost no one was missing their hand, but also no one missing a hand loved it so much that they would fuck themselves with their own wrist disarticulation.

One of my girlfriends called it my secret weapon. She loved for me to use it on her as well and would tell me how much better and bigger it is than any man she’s been with. Apparently the little bump at the corner of my wrist, something everyone has but mine now jutted out at the end of my arm, would hit her g-spot just right and always make her come all over my arm and the bed.

I began to get antsy and wanted more. Im not a one and done kind of girl and I would constantly wonder what more I could have Edwardo do for me for free.

I went back about a year from my first amputation and walked out, well actually wheeled out without my right foot. It was amazing looking at myself in the mirror after that point. Where there used to be detailed and complex appendages at the ends of my arms and legs, now I was missing two. The simplicitiy, the featurelessness, made waves of ecstasy wash over me.

There was enough weight boearing ankle left over that I could limp where I wanted. More often than not I chose to don a platformed stump boot than to go about with a wheelchair or even crutches. It was so nice! I love the challenge and I loved so much how unique of an experience it was.

I was fully aware that just one foot and one hand was not enough and I elected to have my right leg removed completely, up to my hip. Edwardo, knowing how much I liked the experience of being amputated, suggested I stay awake during the procedure. I had no idea it was possible and I immediately agreed.

Edwardo’s legless wife stayed on a platform next to me as she helped her husband perform the operation. I was nervous as he made his first incision, but his wife kept assuring me how nice it is not to have such annoying long limbs sprouting from my hips. While I watched him work through my thigh muscles we had a lovely conversation about how she loves to “walk” using only her arms, swinging her torso between them. She explained that with arms, as long as you dont need to carry anything, are just perfect for getting around. We talked about how her butt is so much more expansive now that it simply goes all the way around, with no features whatsoever indicating that she once had legs.

Edwardowe popped my femure out as the last step before stitching everything up and I could feel the jolt throughout my entire body. The orgasm is caused was so delicious I made sure they knew I would be back soon to get the other one off!

As Edwardo stiched up the skin that would be come my new legless hip, his wife removed her leglessly tailored low rise jeans to show me what my stump would look like once fully healed.

She has no stump, and just like my wrist and ankle, there was no scar, just a faint change in color where the skin from the back of her leg met that of the front of her hips. She was fairly thick and her ass would jiggle when she grabbed the fat.

I asked her what it felt like and she said it just felt right. She said at first she often forget that she no longer has legs and try to roll out of bed, or stand up to walk and just nothing would happen. She would try to move her thighs and her gluted would contract but that was all the muscle she had left and no other movement would occur. She explained that these reminders felt so nice, she no longer had any legs or stumps. The process of getting used to it was just so delicious and it really helped her learn to cope with living as a disabled person without legs.

I told her I felt the same way, and how I didn’t know that anyone else shared my feelings. We shared a loving and knowing glance, and Edwardo just laughed.

When Edwardo was finished wiped iodine over the stiches and applied lots and lots of bandages over my legless hip. It felt so stiff, and I could still feel my footless leg that was there just an hour ago. It felt like it was floating in space. Edwardo’s wife assured me the feeling would go away. I said I hope it would last as long as possible so I can keep being reminded my leg is no longer there every time I look down and see that it’s now gone.

That was two years ago and now I am missing my index and ring finger on my right hand, and my entire left arm up to the shoulder. I am often the center of attention at the fetish clubs and I’ve been offered jobs to strip multiple times. Ive accepted once or twice and I just love getting up on stage and receiving so much attention for the choices I’ve made for my body.

If I get any more removed I will be completely helpless. I am good friends with Edwardo and his wife and they’ve mentioned an island where people like me have retired to. Some of the residents are even completely limbless, many made that way by him. I told him I would consider it...I doubt I am done with my journey.