An American dream girl disappeared from the public eye after a brutal car accident. This is not news for anyone who hasn't lived under a rock over the last few years. What you might not know, however, is the story of her recovery and just how much her life has changed since then.
I don't usually get phone calls from billionaire heiresses but when I do, I follow up on them. The call began innocently enough: “I've been out of the public eye and I want to tell the world my story."
Philanthropic Lolena McPherson, the heir to the McPherson medical supplies dynasty, womens' soccer star, supermodel featured on the cover of Vogue and Sports Illustrated, computer programmer, volunteer at organizations for needy youth, and outspoken human right activist--is best described by one word: polymath. No skill was outside of her range and she was looked up to, for better or worse, as an idol and mentor for females young and old around the world.
In November 2019 that life all but disappeared. Lolena fell from a fifty-foot zip line in Costa Rica, breaking twenty-one bones and requiring the below-elbow amputation of her left arm. Conspiracies abounded as months flew by without so much as a tweet from Lolena. Despite her regular installments of hundreds of thousands to various charities around the world, she hardly existed anymore. the world began to move on, assuming her to be either dead, captured, vegetative, or simply burnt out by public life.
So hopefully you'll excuse my excitement when I heard Lolena's voice on the other end of the line, as chipper as I've ever her be! I asked her, "why now?"
She replied, “Do you want this interview or not? I could just tweet that answer and be over it!” Like I said, chipper, but also intense.
The location her assistant, Judy, gave me was twenty minutes off the main road. Her family’s old money spared no expense as all the land from the main road is owned by the McPherson's and kept immaculately beautiful. The house, or should I say, palace, was no less of a dream. Tones of Greek mountainside abodes came to mind. The mansion was surrounded by various steps and levels terminating in balconies at every elevation. Organic and immaculate. Lavish.
I was greeted at the door by Lolenas assistant, Judy. Judy was very kind and led me upstairs to a cozy room, one of dozens, probably over fifty rooms in the house. There was a single chair in the middle of the room, “You can have a seat right here and I'll bring Lolena in.”
An interesting way to put it, but like she said to me, if I want this interview, I'll just have to be patient. This is on the level of interviewing Ghandi after going into hiding for twenty years. The world is going to want to know where Lolena has been!
Another assistant came in with a chair, a bit more like a popazon with a fluffy cushion. A person could fall asleep in a cushioned bowl like that.
“Jared! I've been so looking forward to meeting you!” I heard the familiar voice from behind me. I had only heard it through TV or radio until now so the intonation was a bit foreign but there was no doubt, it was Lolena.
I looked behind me. Lolena was next to Judy wearing a full-length sequined dress. An interesting choice for a magazine interview but rich people will be rich, I thought to myself.
She was very close to Judy in fact, almost like her hip was digging into Judy's waist at an awkward angle. I took my glasses off to polish the lenses as I realized I must have been seeing things incorrectly. “Hello, Lolena, It's a pleasure to finally meet you, ” I replied through blurred vision.
I adjusted my seat. Lolena was already in her chair when I replaced my glasses, “How are you?”
“Oh, I am just over the world. I'm so happy to finally be able to catch someone up on what's happened in my life over the past three years.” Lolenas sequined dress hung empty over the edge of the popazon. Still confused, I fought the urge to polish my glasses again.
“You've been out of the public eye since your accident in 2019. On that fateful day, you lost the lower half of your left arm and broke twenty-one bones. Considering how happy you are, it seems you have made a full recovery. Is that right?”
“Oh yes. I spent months in the hospital. I was in unbearable pain for most of that time but as the clock ticks, I slowly recovered.”
“However your arm had to be amputated. How did you deal with that severe injury and loss?”
“What was left of my arm healed, probably more quickly than all the bones I broke.”
“That's splendid, Lolena. I'm sure people will be happy to hear you are recovered.”
“I am. In fact, I have never been happier with myself. I love myself and don't regret how my body has changed since then.”
“Changed? Do you mean you required surgeries after your injuries?”
“Oh, no. I required nothing and made a full recovery. Despite a couple scars, these billions that my father made really go a long way in repairing bodily injuries, among other things.”
“So how has your body changed, as you mentioned?”
Lolena adjusted herself, or should I say, squirmed in place, “That's why I wanted to bring you here. I didn't fall out of the public eye because I was sick, or dead. I was cut off from the world and put here. By my family. They're ashamed of me--my father said that if the world finds out what I've done, his entire empire would fall. I felt a serious amount of guilt after my first amputation for how much I liked it and that guilt only grew as things progressed. I love my father. I wouldn't want anything to happen to him or his empire. But my guilt has finally subsided and I want the world to know what I've been up to.”
“Wow. It sounds like you've been up to a lot since the world has last seen you. What could you have possibly done that would make your family put you in this high castle for the last three years?”
“Well,” Lolena took a deep breath. She looked nervous now, cheeks flushed. A cluster of long hair fell in her face and Judy came over to sweep it behind her ear as she tried to blow it to the side. Why didn't she reach up to do it herself? I supposed losing part of one arm can be more disabling than I expected. Perhaps her other bones, although healed, made her stiff.
“I wasn't disappointed about losing my arm.” Lolena exhaled like she was exhausted by what she just said, “I loved it.”
“You loved losing your arm? Can you elaborate?”
“I've always been extremely independent. I've been into sports, modeling, learning...it was all such a challenge for me, and as you may know, I appreciate a challenge, ” Lolena grinned sinisterly. “But after the accident, I realized the only reason I was doing those things was because my father expected me to. It wasn't me.”
“It wasn't you?”
“No. I was never quite sure but nothing ever felt right. It was all too much, or, I was too much. The only time I felt comfortable was after I lost my arm. I finally realized my struggle to overcome was what I loved most. Being helpless and being taken care of presented the ultimate challenge for me. Unexpectedly, it brought me pure joy. Unfortunately before the accident, I was just too talented and autonomous to need anything from anyone or to realize this hidden need to be disabled.
“After the accident, I was cared for as if I were a baby but I worked hard to be independent. And at the time, I succeeded. I was covered in bandages and I could hardly move a muscle but I was up walking around a full week before the doctors estimated, and was taking care of myself despite losing my arm very soon after. I was in heaven because I had overcome my challenge. My body wanted so badly to get back out on the slopes or to model again but my soul told me a different story. Deep down I knew I would never be truly happy until I lost something else. I know that's hard to understand.”
I contemplated, “Interesting. Not necessarily hard to understand. I know that some of the most independent people often love bondage or sexual torture as a way to even out their energies if you will. I did a long article six months ago about the subject.”
“Yes! That's precisely why I asked for your interview. I think you would be the only one who would truly understand what I have done to my body!”
“To your...What did you do to your body, Lolena?”
“Well, ” she took another deep breath, “I loved the helplessness of being injured and of overcoming my amputation. So I had the rest of my arm removed!”
“The rest...removed?” I gulped at the thought.
Lolena giggled, “Like I said, this kind of money goes a long way when you have a desire. Tell me. Have you ever heard the term, permanent bondage?”
“Yes. I have researched this as part of my research about bondage. Just as some people love to be tied up and restricted, amputation is a way to make things permanent. A means to rid one's self of bondage gear but to still be completely restricted. One of the people I interviewed in my article had two fingers removed for this reason.”
“Yes! So you get it!”
“I can't say I get it, however, I keep an open mind for everyone I interview. It would be unprofessional not to.”
Lolena nodded respectfully. She adjusted herself in her chair and gave a glance to Judy. She rushed over and picked her up by the waist. At this point, I was very confused. Either Judy is a champion weight lifter and can toss around Lolena like she's nothing, or...she IS nothing...
“Lolena, ” I said inquisitively, “Is your arm all you had removed after your first amputation?
“No.”
My eyes widened. I noticed the way her dress hung over the edge of the cushy popazon. The very fact that she had been sitting in a cushion shaped like a bowl that would keep her from toppling spoke volumes. The way her sleeves hung squarely over narrower than expected shoulders were now plainly evident.
Almost like a concerned parent, I replied, “Lolena, What more did you have removed?”
She smiled her bright grin. “So the dress worked!” she laughed with Judy and they both giggled for a few seconds like school girls with a secret.
“I feel like I've been missing out on an inside joke.”
“No worries, Jared. This dress was a wholesome joke that I hope you understand when I reveal the punchline. If you would be so courteous, I'd love to come over there so you can feel for yourself all that has been removed.”
I diplomatically denied but she insisted. Judy, carrying Lolena again against her hip, carried her gracefully over to where I was sitting. I thought I might start to sweat as I was about to be the first person to discover just how much Lolena McPherson chose to have amputated from her own body via sitting on my lap. Judy gently sat her down and I steadied her by the waist.
“Go on, feel me up!” Lolena laughed at how forward her comment was.
Slowly I felt her waist. Her breasts were beautiful and prominent, plain to see that they were still there so I didn't explore too much in that area. Slowly I made my way up to where I expected her arms to come from her shoulders but I already knew what I was probably going to find. My hands never leaving her sides, Lolena bit her lip as I continued my advance. Farther and farther I reached her armpit. Her arms were not present, on either side. My eyes grew wide. She giggled and shrugged. In a bit of a trance, I kept my hands where they lay, on her empty shoulders, devoid of any sign of arms, at least by feel.
Lolena again took advantage of the opportunity by flexing what muscles remained. She looked at me intently, studying my reaction. The once athletic and beautiful arms she once had were now nothing but flaps of skin stretched over the remaining scapula and clavicle of her shoulder. As she flexed I felt the remaining muscle, stretched over and reattached, twitching within. She smiled at me seductively. I retracted when I realized how long we had been sitting there and she almost fell off of my lap. Thankfully I caught her without causing any injury. I squirmed in place and cleared my throat.
“Jared, you're not done!” Lolena's strong commanding personality shown through like a beacon from a body that already seemed completely disabled. What more could she have had removed?
I slowly moved one hand down as the other supported her, caressing her muscular sides, extending the time it took to make my way to her hips. Her breasts were round and soft. waist thin and tight. Hips flared out beautifully, still athletic, somehow. Around the bend, her hips never stopped. Their round shape kept going until it would have been impossible for legs to extend from them. Lolena took a sharp breath in and I pulled away quickly, just before I got lost and kept going.
“Im so sorry! Did I hurt...”
“No, not at all! I actually...really liked it.” Lolena looked up at me coy, a face that made her look helpless--disabled. I realized she was completely helpless. It was difficult to wrap my mind around it all, but her assistant, Judy, literally carried her in here because she never could have done it on her own.
Judy put Lolena back in her popazon.
“Ms. McPherson...ahem...” I cleared my throat, calming my nerves after feeling up the limbless torso of a world-famous celebrity “I'm just curious, why did you choose to disable yourself so severely?”
“I've seen the world in ways that some could only dream. I've been able to meditate with monks in India, and see the beauty of the world from all corners. Life is an opportunity for each of us to take advantage of to the highest possible degree. I think we should all do what we can to be happy, or die trying.
“Over the past couple years I've had almost ten operations, removing parts of one or two limbs at a time. Each time I wondered if I would be done but each time I always had the nagging feeling that I wasn't done. When I lost both lower arms, I wanted q foot gone. Then I wanted the other gone. Then I was annoyed at my elbows. Then my knees...you get the picture. One day, I realized this will never end! As long as I have any sort of residual limb of any kind, I will learn how to use it to be independent. So I decided that total disarticulations of my arms and legs would be most appropriate. I have been nothing but a limbless torso for almost six months now and am only just now starting to overcome my limitations.”
I almost choked. “Overcome your limitations? Pardon my boldness Ms. McPherson but you've had your arms and legs completely removed from your shoulders and hips. What bones you used to have, that would give you any sort of purchase on the world around you are now completely gone. Am I wrong to say that you must be completely disabled and helpless to be happy? More so an object than a human?”
“I am still very much a human being, Jared! I take offense to that comment. And for your information, I have learned to balance myself on my buttocks, and can even make my way to the kitchen for a drink.” Lolena nodded to Judy who came over and lifted her out of the popazon and onto the floor. She suddenly looked much smaller now, probably under three feet tall and without any legs or arms to keep her from toppling. Despite being completely limbless, Lolena balance on the ground, using her hips as a base. Beneath her right dress, I could see her core muscles working hard to help her keep balance. “Tada!”
“That is very impressive! Though it must surely be a challenge to...pardon but what would you call it? Walk?”
“I like to call it walking but it more like a shuffle really.” immediately Lolena picked up one side of her hips. It was a dramatic move that you might see in a dance video but it was necessary just for her to be mobile. Her torso flexed and moved in a severe and sexy way. It was starting to make me a bit...uncomfortable in my seat!
Lolena plopped her legless hip about an inch in front of where it used to be and the fat that remained spread out against the floor.
“It's really fun imagining what I could have been, and then seeing how I actually am. I could have been a mundane person, perhaps minus a hand. But I look down at myself and see something almost completely unique. I have no lap in front of me and even when I stand tall, I am only a few feet above the ground. When I stand I am 2 feet 10 inches. It's happening less and less but I often reach out with my non-existent arm to balance with or to grab something only to be reminded that it's no longer part of who I am."
She kept “walking” toward me, concentration painted on her face, upper body moving wildly as she attempted to keep her balance.
“Do you...like...what you see?” she said between steps.
I was certainly enthralled by the show I was presented with. This woman, this philanthropic celebrity, chose to become completely disabled and have each of her limbs disarticulated from her shoulders and hips. Where a person has dexterity and purchase on the world, Lolena had none. Still yet, here she was, mobile and making her way toward me.
In my previous work, I interviewed people serious about bondage. A number of them revealed to me that they wish they could stay tied up forever but circulation and pain issues, let alone joint damage, prevented that. What Lolena accomplished was total bondage without any rope, straps, or other equipment. She was in bondage as she wants to be, for the rest of her life, and that's how she wanted it. I can't say the sentiment did not turn me on.
“To see that you achieved your desire, and that you are in a permanent bondage for the rest of your life, and that you love yourself for it--yes I really do like what I see.”
Lolena smiled and finally made her way to my feet and then let herself lean against my shin. I reached down to pick her up so that she would not humiliate herself on the floor next to my feet and placed her again in my lap. Our faces were inches from each other. Her body only touching mine at the bottom of her hips and where I held her steady. I fought to stay professional and found it hard not to feel her reduced body up right then and there.
“Im not done.”
“Not done? What do you mean?”
“Not done removing parts of myself. I'm still overcoming my disabilities and I don't want that ability. My true happiness comes from trying and being helpless. So I'm having more removed.”
“Lolena, you've completely removed your arms and legs. As you straddle me, you are nothing but a torso with a head on top. There is nothing left to remove!”
“Of course there is silly! I would like to show you exactly how, but as you can see, I'm unable to lift my dress for you. take a look and you will be proven wrong.” she gestured towards the bottom of her dress.
“Ms. McPherson, that wound be approp...”
“Jared I requested this interview with you not just so you can reveal my new self to the world once again, but also because I know that you would understand. I knew you would be attracted to me for who I am.” she shuffled against my thigh, slowly moving forward. I began to sweat, nervous she might notice how I truly feel.
“It's no surprise that you like the new me, I can't even get any farther because your cock is blocking my way!” my face blushed bright red. "It sure would be nice if I had hands to grab it with...”
“I apologize Lolena. I didn't mean for...”
“Oh Jared, calm down!” she laughed. “This is me. It's who I am! And the new me is not afraid to take advantage of any opportunity. She said this as she gyrated her hips against me. A most certainly unprofessional state! “Now lift my dress so you can see.”
I wrapped my arm around her waist, inadvertently flattening her breasts against my chest. Her face came within only a couple of inches from mine but she didn't seem to mind. Her long dress hung way down last her hips so I crumpled it up so that it pooled around her hips with nothing beneath her bottom and sat her back down on my lap. Her bottom was somehow a bit softer without the dress material in the way.
I leaned her back against my arm so that she faced the ceiling. As I held her parallel to the ground, I slowly lifted her dress. I first saw her empty hips. Hardly a scar was shown and both the areas where her legs should have been were quite round and perfect. Her underwear wrapped around her beautiful hips and I noticed how easy it would be to simply slide them out of the way with no legs in the way.
I lifted higher and her svelte, fit tummy was tight and I could make out her abdominals as she held herself steady in my arms. So far I did not see any indication of future work she desired to have done.
I lifted the dress above her breasts to reveal that she was not wearing any bra and her perfect, firm breasts were right in front of my face. Just below where they would hang if she were standing, I noticed a dotted. Line. On her left side, a small note was written, "cut here".
"What is this?"
"Well, what do you think it is, silly? Do you see what's written?"
"Yes, well, I see that it says cut here, but this line is just below your chest. How would it be possible to remove so much from what's left of your body? It's almost half of all you have left!"
"Do you remember when I told you about how far my fathers fortune goes in my procedures? Well I've also invested some of those millions into medical research, namely into cloning, microsurgery and transplantation. It's all fairly complicated however my organs will be revised and re-organized, and I will be able to retain my genitals and keep my urethra and anus intact. I will be quite the streamlined person!"
"Streamlined, yes. As a bust, you will be completely helpless."
"I hope that I will be! The research I've paid for has also saved three lives so far. I hope that the decisions I've made for my body will end up saving the lives of countless people in the future."
"Your philanthropic nature never stops, even without limbs, does it?"
"It most certainly does not!"
As of the printing of this article, Lolena McPherson had her hemipelvectomy operation one week ago. In a short conversation, she said to me that she is happier than she's ever been and healing well. She also mentioned she would love to see me again when she has the energy. Perhaps I will have the chance to update you all when that time comes!