Sue looked up at him as he stepped into the room and she flushed with colour. She couldn’t even dress herself anymore, she had to wait on him for everything. She had made the mistake of telling him that she would do ‘Anything’ to make him happy. He had asked her every singe day for months if she meant it and when she had finally snapped and said that there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him. NOTHING AT ALL. and he had nodded grimly and she thought that was the end of it.
But then she woke up in the clean white surgical suite as the doctors had been finishing up with her. She felt odd, her head was swimming and her arms itched as they put her under again. When she woke up in the hospital bed, she had tried to scratch her furiously itchy arms, and she had been horrified when she saw the stitches where her shoulders had been. Her arms were gone forever and she finally understood why he had asked her so many times if she was serious.
And now, months later, with her stumps fully healed and the phantom pains fading every day, she was just his armless fuckdoll and she smiled as he reached for her again, spreading her legs and getting ready for the central purpose of her life, being available for his cock whenever he wanted her. she didn’t have clothes or a life anymore and she didn’t care, she was happy with him.