Wow. Has it really been almost ten years since I met Joe? Time really flies. Of course, you wouldn't be surprised by that amount of time if you saw how much of my body is left.
I used to just go into Joe's studio for basic tattoo art. I have two full sleeves all the way up both arms (not sure how long those are gonna last) and many down the front of my torso. Things started simply but over time I slowly became addicted to mods. Gauges in my ears, tongue split, clit piercings, those were my go-to's.
Joe absolutely loved to help me out and I loved to...repay him. There were a couple of years there I was afraid I would run out of things for him to do to me! That was of course until he brought in some weird machinery that he said would "turn the mod scene on its head." Well, he was absolutely right.
The earliest machines were, to say the least, barbaric compared to the wonders of engineering we have today. When Joe secretly took my pinky finger (I was lucky enough to be his first guinea pig) it was a whole big deal with shots in my arm and bandages--a bloody mess by the time it was all done! But one thing was for sure, it never hurt a bit. Something to do with anatomically sharp scalpels in the strange machine, paired with the anesthetic, that allowed for totally clean amputations.
For a while, it was my favorite thing to show off my missing pinky at clubs and always drew a crowd. Being the first participant in something new like this made me somewhat of a mini-celebrity and everyone in the scene was asking if it hurt...was I going to get more removed...where could they do the same.
The machine Joe had was still a prototype and I was sworn to secrecy. However, over the next few months he would use me for beta testing. I was scared at first and opted only for bits of finger and toes, but like we all do when we get into the mod scene, I became completely addicted.
When Joe took half the palm of my right hand I had by that time removed two fingers from my left hand and the middle toes from each foot. This was different though. I had so much articulation in my hand that within the span of about half an hour completely disappeared. I was thankful for the lack of pain but for a long time afterward, I was cursed with phantom sensations and surprise any time I would attempt to write with or otherwise use my hand for menial tasks. I would always end up reaching out and wondering why I was being so clumsy with my pen before finally realizing what I had done.
Interestingly though these challenges were always a turn-on. I was so unique! I liked putting my hands places where others wouldn't be able to. Simple things like fitting the top of my palm into the spaces where my toe had been would bring me close to orgasm.
I was already used to being an object of fetish fascination with the tongue, tattoos, and piercings. I was surprised though by how many people were now attracted to me because I was missing something. Some women I went home with only wanted me to use what was left of my hand to fist them--they usually came within a few minutes of first insertion. Others wanted to roleplay as the master and I was the puppy. My partial palm did look a bit like a puppy's paw after all.
Still, people just had to know how I got the job done. The previous few years were busy with media arguing whether it was okay to modify the human body as the person saw fit. Getting something amputated was perfectly legal but doctors were still bound by their oath and would surely lose their license if anyone found out they helped someone lob off a significant piece of themselves. Joe however did not have a medical license to lose and the new prototype machine was a response to the social turmoil set to take the mod world by storm.
Not long after my partial hand amputation, I had my thumb removed and all fingers and thumb removed from my left hand to match. By this time the new device had gone public and was called the AutoScalpel. It was still...a mess...needles, bandages...but word had it that a new, self-anesthetizing version was on the way with a larger blade count. I hoped I didn't lose everything before getting to try it out!
With the machine finally public I was an unofficial spokesperson for the company that made it. Joe was right and it did take the mod world by storm. People I knew were getting amputations and even a couple celebrities suddenly appeared in concert missing a finger or a hand. Their excuse was that it was a "fashion statement". I knew exactly how they felt.
I made the media rounds with my brand new dog-like amputated palms and did a number of photoshoots. I loved the attention I got from people who adored and hated me, but not as much as I loved the feeling of being so unique! It was such a challenge to do almost anything and I often required help.
I wasn't much of a settler so I often stayed with friends and repaid them with sexual favors. Some just loved to take care of little old helpless me but others preferred using me as more of a sexual object. I was often tied up, sometimes left with my arms free to struggle to untie the ropes with my fingerless and thumbless palms. I would struggle but it never failed that the struggle would turn me on so much I would simply have to masturbate right where I was, mashing the incomplete palms of my hands into my pussy, staring at my missing toes, wondering what I would get removed next.
The media circuit died down a bit and I finally knew what I wanted next. With the next step, I knew I would no longer be able to take care of myself so I held a ceremony with my group of friends, basically a marriage of myself to all of them. They would take care of me and provide for me in part, and I would repay them by being a loving, helpless companion. They were all fully aware I was not done with my journey but no one was quite sure where it would stop.
I went to Joe's for what seemed like my twentieth amputation and sat in his chair. He got the new AutoScalpel machine and asked if I wanted to watch. Of course, I said yes!
There were no shots. I stuck the lower part of my right leg into the machine and it firmly clamped down on my shin near my knee. He set up a mirror on the wall so I could see everything that was happening. The tiny, almost microscopic blades got to work in robotic fashion. Before I knew it red lines encircled my leg and vertical lines crossed them. The blades cut deeper, bit by bit until finally, they began painlessly slicing the meat away from my bone.
A small saw reached out from the machine and cut through the bone and my lower leg fell away, sliding off the footrest. Joe caught it quickly and asked if I would like to see it. Yes of course! He handed my severed lower leg to me gingerly. Blood seeped from the top of the leg, dripping onto the floor next to me. It was still warm. I gave it a hard pinch and of course, I didn't feel a thing. I got wet at the thought that I no longer had a right foot. I told him to keep going.
Joe placed the machine around my left leg and performed the same procedure. The skin flaps were glued closed with a special type of super glue and just like my right leg, a bandage was placed at the end of my new stump. I was now footless! Legless! However, not completely legless. That would be for another day.
Joe picked me up gently and placed me in a chair in his studio. I was amazed at just how easily he could do so now that I had lost about fifteen pounds of leg. I was completely obsessed with myself and studied my new body as he cleaned up. I swung what remained of my lower leg hanging from the edge of my chair, marveling at how it would no longer swing on its own for how light it now was. I stretched my pawed arms out in front of me and let out a content sigh. Joe looked over and smiled lovingly.
I had an agreement with my new family, which included Joe. I would be passed around each week to a new family member who would take care of me in their own way. There were about four people in my new family and they were all unique. Joe was always caring but he wouldn't hesitate to fuck me furiously as I tried to keep my balance on my four "paws". Georgina was one of the sweetest girls you would ever meet and just loved to pass the time, caressing and kissing my stumps. She had a dominating hidden tendency though and we would often go to the park with me on a leash, hand and knee pads strapped to the ends of my arms and legs. It was always a bit awkward coming in contact with actual dogs. I was legitimately humped a couple times but Georgina valiantly fought them away. I won't say I hated the positive bestial interaction!
My other friend, Riley, was obsessed with my abbreviated limbs. For many months if we weren't fucking and she wasn't fisting herself with both my paws at once, we were discussing what work she would get done. She had talked to a therapist for a few weeks years ago and decided to have a toe removed but after meeting me through Joe she decided she just had to get more done. I think she might go for a foot soon.
I love my family more than anything I could have ever asked and hope for! If it weren't for the freedom I have today to do what makes me happy I never would have been able to be loved as much as I am. I've been thinking about getting more done lately. With so much love and support in my life, I get I could go completely limbless, but that's for another day!