My Life as a Living Sex Doll
Sometimes, people decide to make life choices for sexual reasons. And sometimes, those choices are life-changing. One woman tells and remembers her journey finding and fulfilling her new life.
Jackie sits in her chair, shifting around slightly. She can't stop her wolf tail from curling under the table in a bit of anxious nervousness. This would be the first time she would be willingly going out on national television over this.
Her eyes look down at her body. She is dressed in a black dress that hung from around her neck and loosely hugged her form. It's a nice contrast to her white fur. But the lack of legs makes the lower portion bunch under her a bit if she moves too much.
See, what made Jackie unique, and the very reason she was being interviewed tonight, was that she didn't have any limbs. Her shoulders and her hips were empty and round. The fur simply moved from her sides around the space. To most, it looked like she had never had any at all. The reality was much more extreme.
A hand brushes against her neck and she looks over. "You doing okay?" Marcus, her husband, is sitting next to her in a fine blue suit. The feline, with fiery red fur and a muscled chest, is so handsome she almost blushed right there.
She gives a nod. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just... nervous, I guess?"
"It's fine. Just pretend like this is the same as every other person who asked." He leans in and kisses her head as his hand moves to softly rub her empty right shoulder.
The feeling makes her shiver and murr, the spot being wonderfully sensitive. They always have been.
Right then, Susan comes over and sits down in the chair opposite them. "Hello again, Jackie. Marcus." They both respond with a greeting. "Now, like I said earlier. This isn't live. Don't worry if you stutter or need to stop. If you want to cut it out, just ask and we'll stop filming. Okay?"
She gives a nod and takes a calming breath. "Alright."
"Excellent." The fellow wolf looks to the cameraman behind the three cameras all lined up and gives a nod. The man gives a finger countdown and the woman instantly goes into her greeting.
Jackie barely pays attention. She almost misses the host turning to her and saying her name. "Thank you for having me," she says politely, though her voice cracked just slightly.
"So... I think the first thing all of us want to know is... Why would you go through with this process?"
The question is exactly what she expected. Immediately, her thoughts go back.
The time of her transition was honestly a long time coming. Even out of high school, she had always been more of a sexual deviant. Her psychologist said it was from a history of having overbearing parents. And it only got worse when she started going to kink parties. That was where she had first met her future husband and discovered her absolute love of having a complete lack of control.
Marcus and Jackie married within months, and their sexual play only grew more intense. Marcus was a financial vice president for an international auditing firm. He made more money in three months than Jackie had ever made in her life. So she became the stay-at-home wife. And, as they were wont to do, the kink play became a regular event. Since he could work his own hours and had the option of working from home, they would often spend long stretches of time with her on her knees, sometimes locked in a cage with a vibrator...
But her favorite by far was when he would bind her arms and legs so she couldn't move, tape a quivering dildo into her sex, and then just leave her on the sofa for hours while he went to a meeting. Those moments would for hours as she relished the feeling of being alone, no one around to help her or ease her sexual suffering until he came home and finished the job.
A year into their marriage, Jackie had the idea to take everything to the next level. She had prepared Marcus a meal and told him what she was thinking. "I think I want to have my limbs removed."
His reaction at first had been a chuckle. But when her face didn't laugh back, he got stern. "You're serious." She nodded. "Why?"
"Because I am happiest when I'm here like that anyway. I don't have many friends outside of the ones we see from the kink group. I haven't worked a job in a year, never finished college..."
"But those are still open for you!" he answered back. She could tell from his voice that he was a bit upset, and she instantly withdrew. That was always her tell, though. He sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. Just... this is a bit of a surprise. You realize how much work that would put on me, right?"
Again, she nodded. "I know. And that's why I want your full consent before I go through with it. But I love you. And... I want to be your little sex doll."
Jackie blushes a little as she clears her throat. "Honestly, it was always something that just felt right for me. I've always felt happiest when I was least free. It's more than just a kink thing for me. It's a lifestyle that I wanted to embrace."
Susan gives a nod. "Though really quite an extreme, isn't it?"
"It is," Marcus answers first. "But we both agreed that everything else had already been done. This is something completely unique. So we jumped on it."
The host gives another nod as she writes down a few notes. "Now, from my understanding, body dysphoria is a medical condition where people feel like they shouldn't have one of their limbs. Was that thought process anywhere in this decision?"
"Actually, no. I went to three different psychologists, and all of them checked me for it. But it wasn't that I thought I shouldn't have them, I just was willing to give them up, which is apparently completely different. They tried to get me restricted for self-harm, but a good lawyer friend helped us." She specifically forces herself to not mention how they met that particular friend.
"I see... So, why don't you tell me a little bit about the process. What was it like?"
The surgery was scheduled. Three months away. After 8 months of planning and debating and financial arrangements, everything was ready.
The time leading up to that became almost like training. The couple began to practice, accounting for whatever might make things more difficult or easier. Bladder control was something that she already had, and they found a nice diet for her that would help bowel movements in a way to minimize any messes for Marcus to clean. They purchased new chairs. They arranged for voice activated phone collar for emergencies.
Something the doctor mentioned was physical fitness. Thankfully, there was already a field of physical therapy books with workouts for people with various degrees of amputation. She began to practice with some, using her limbs as little as possible.
Time flew much faster than she thought. Before she knew it, the day had arrived. She laid in the hospital bed shaking a little. Her hands continuously flexed as she savored her last few moments of being able to feel them.
At repeated intervals, the surgeon, the anesthesiologist, and her therapist came in to ensure she was absolutely certain that she was wanted to go through with it. Every time she nodded with a 'Yes.'
The rest of that day was mostly a blank slate. She didn't recall taking the sleeping medicine. She didn't recall going in and out of the operating theater, despite them telling her she was awake for that.
What she did remember was waking up the next day. Her eyes opened slowly. She shifted her form and went to move. The resulting lack of sensation hit her like a ton of bricks. In a moment, her grogginess vanished and she was looking down at her body. The blankets were over her, but she could see and feel that her arms and legs were gone. They had actually done it.
It took several days before they would finally let someone touch her shoulders and hips. Everything was mostly numb at first. The stitching still had to set, the folded fur and skin binding itself to the new areas. But the first time she felt it... Strange feelings hit her head. It was as if her entire arm was being stroked by a breeze at once. Even though the arm was gone, touching the spot made the nerves come alive, and she let out an audible moan.
The sound made her and Marcus chuckle. "I guess someone likes that~" he said with a coy grin from the chair across from her. She just blushed.
"And that was it. They let me go home and I just sort of adapted to the new lifestyle."
"It seems surprisingly simple," Susan says. "Basically... You wanted to do it and you did it."
"I mean, that's the American dream, isn't it? Don't get me wrong, there was a lot of prep. So much planning and making sure we would do things right."
More notes. The longer this interview went, the more Jackie is feeling comfortable. She actually feels like a person. Yes, she had always loved being the sex toy, but not on national television. She was still human, after all.
"So tell us some about your day to day life. What do you do at home?"
"Well... First thing I do is get a bath, compliments of Marcus. I do my morning workout routine, have breakfast... Pretty much all of the usual morning things that any other person would do. Then... it depends on the day, honestly."
"Yes, but you must be limited on exactly what you can do each day."
"Sometimes. There are days where I will sit at home and watch television. Voice commands are a wonderful invention, let me tell you. But Marcus does take me for runs sometimes in the park. We'll have friends over for parties... Things like that...."
Jackie let out another long moan as she gave a soft writhe. The television was going in the background. She watched, but her mind wasn't focusing. It was kind of hard to. Marcus had decided to tape a vibrating bead against her clit and left her on the sofa while he went to the store. He had been gone for almost 40 minutes.
Her body shook and clenched. It was hard to not accidentally fall over. Oh, how she wished for him to come home... She needed more than this slow, incessant quivering before she...
The door clicked open and swung in. She bit back a moan as she heard footsteps. Her cat came in, carrying three large bags of food. "Hey, hun," he said casually as if nothing was amiss. "Sorry I took so long. I ran into someone. I hope you don't mind, but I invited them over for dinner."
She blinked and looked as another set of steps came into the living room. A blue jay and a dachshund. Mike and Emilia. Two of their friends from the kink group. They both looked at Jackie with smiles. Mike very clearly had his pants full.
Her cheeks flushed. So, that was his plan. Get her horned up and then surprise her with a party. Fuck, she loved him so much. "He... hey, guys..." she muttered.
While Marcus went to make some food, the other pair took the quiet consent. They all knew protocol, and Jackie trusted them. Before long, they had her on her back, driving into her sex and pressing warm vulva lips over her mouth. To accent it, the pair continued to casually talk with Marcus between gentle moans of pleasure.
The wolfess moaned and her voice covered whatever they were saying. She honestly didn't care. Her body was being used, just as she always desired. Her sex quivered. After being teased on her clit so long, this feeling was like a soothing balm.
They had fun for hours, ensuring both females got their fill of cock. Jackie never got a say in anything. The chance to say 'No' was ever present, but she never had to. It wasn't the place of a toy to complain in how it was used. By the time the couple left, she was left on the bed with a wonderful afterglow, her sex still dripping.
Marcus came back and slid along the bed to hold her. "I love you..."
"I love you too, my darling." They kissed and he held her tenderly. They started up into the rhythm again, but this time it was slow and sweet as he loved along her body. It was the happiest she could possibly feel.
"Now, you are somewhat famous around some of the more adult internet sites. Since you openly admit that you did this for purely sexual reasons."
The wolf blushes as she nods. "I've had more than a few letters from people asking me to let them come over and... 'play' with me. But that's not the type of girl I am."
"It does seem a bit ironic, though. You doing this 'for the fun of it' and then turning down fun?"
Jackie's face grows stern for a moment. "No, I did this for MY fun. Not there's. That's the difference."
Susan nods. "Sorry. I didn't mean to offend."
A hand again pets softly down her back and Jackie takes a calming breath as she looks back at Marcus.
"Even so. You have become quite famous. In both groups that cheer for you and for those that condemn you. So, in closing, I have just one last question. Was it worth it?"
For a long moment, the wolf stops. Dozens of memories and thoughts pass through her mind. What-ifs. What-could-have-beens. And a few if-onlys. In the end, it's incredibly overbalanced to one side.
Jackie gives a bright smile.