This was originally an opener I made for a roleplay partner of mine, but I have been wondering if there is enough potential interest or substance present to justify maybe turning it into a stand alone story? I am relatively new to this and would love some feedback and to hear if people find this sort of extreme relationship at all appealing to expand upon :3

I am lost deep inside my own unconscious, fragmented snippets of the outside world seeping into the dreamscape I am awash in a world of confusion and dull, aching pain. The time at the tattoo shop was my last stable grounding point... or maybe it was before then? Had that really happened? Where was I?! The twisting river of thoughts were tricky to grasp onto... but the smell... I could still remember the sterile smell of the plastic sheets I had laid on. How they stuck to my bum, making me feel sticky and acutely aware of the nervous perspiration that had built up on my skin during the walk across dank parking lot towards the seedy looking Tattoo parlor.... "I had been there! That was real!" I thought with a jolt of recognition. "You're so pretty, little thing.... you are lucky to have an Owner who loves you the way yours does..." The memory of the words spoken by the young female technician adding further validity to the scent memory... it seemed so far away. What had happened after that?? "WHERE AM I?!"

The silently asked question asked is a deafening pitch inside my young mind, jolting my eyes open - A deep gasp for air filling my lungs as I struggled to hold onto what i wasn't yet positive was the real world. The air tasted sweet, that was different; more real than the other less lucid sensations or dreams that had been dancing through my mind. "Was that citrus?" I thought to myself, moving my tongue around my mouth until I found the thin plastic straw that was poking through one corner of my slightly parted lips. My eyes struggled to blink clarity into them as I followed its length up to a hanging bag above me that read "ELECTROLYTE" in bold lettering - hanging like a sort of bizarre, clinical crib mobile...

I scrunched my eyes in confusion, trying to piece together how long I had been laying like this... I tried to shift up in the bed but found myself unable to move in any meaningful way, my arms not responding to anything i asked them to do. "Why do I feel..." I start to think as I turn my head sideways on the soft pillow to look to see where my arm is trapped...

My eyes go wide as the truth of what I am seeing makes my blood run cold. My arm... My arm is gone! There is a clean mound of flesh right at my shoulder where my arm should be! I quickly twist my head to the other side of my body to see the same thing mirrored on the opposite shoulder - "aaaeeehh! aaa..aaaaHHHAHHHHHH!" I start to cry out, my throat hoarse with lack of use and build up of spit and mucus. I started to cough as I continued to cry out in anguish at my situation, spitting the thin straw from my mouth as I frantically tried to raise myself up. In doing do I notice that my feet had no sensations either, my head looking down across my body as I struggled to shake the thin sheet that covered me "M-MASTER!! MASTEEERRRRR HELP!" I cry out as I kick the blanket free and swing my legs off the edge of the bed, trying to stand and quickly having my knees buckle beneath me. I collapsed to my knees on a shag carpet next to the cot, knocking the wind out of me and cutting my screaming short. My eyes are pouring tears down my young face for many minutes as I simply lay there... eventually, I lift my head and begin to search the room around me for any trace of you, my keeper and Owner. "Where is the door?" I thought to myself, clocking the smoothness of the cement walls flanking me on all sides. I notice a full body mirror standing in the corner on the other side of the cot I had awoken in. I sniffle my nose as I struggled to my feet, without use of my arms. The anxiety and fear of the missing limbs still making my body shake with confusion and horror. As I get to the mirror, I recognize that my arms aren't the only things changed about me...

Across my young forehead in bold letters it read "FUCK DOLL" and on my chin in smaller thin letters read "Urinal" with tiny arrows curving up towards either edge of my mouth. As my eyes travel the length of the rest of my fit young body I notice the silver nipple rings, the blue diamond belly button stud, and read "SEX TOY" in arcing letters directly below my navel... My eyes are welling with fresh tears as I finally realize what has happened... You decided to go through with the promise you had made to me when we first met.... you had turned me into exactly what you had drawn for me when we first met... A Thing. Your Thing...

A strange calm took over me then... a realization of something profound. "It's already done... It's happened and I can't change it..." I whispered quietly to myself as I stood alone in the cold basement room. I slowly turned by hips to look at my ass, seeing "PAINAL PRINCESS" in the time flowery red lettering just above my ass - "that explains the rings in my pussy..." I thought sardonically as I turned back forward to see my labia lined with 3 silver rings on each side, all secured with tiny padlocks between them...

I slowly turn from the mirror and saunter back to the edge of the cot, my head hanging low over my chest as I continue to sniffle back tears... I can't believe you finally went through with it. I can't believe you didn't even give me any warning! I had always thought that this stage of my serving you would come much, much later - if at all! I had only just turned 15, having been yours for about 2 years since you purchased me, and never imagined you would choose to take my arms while I was still so young... I curled my knees to my chest, rolled onto my now totally flat side and began to softly cry to myself as I did my best to come to terms with what you had chosen for me...