Dear Sirs: My wife and I would like to share the extraordinary tale of what we call "The Ultimate Love Bondage." I met Gwen about seven years ago at a friend's cocktail party. When I was introduced, she seemed shy and hid her feminine charms from the world. She dressed to conceal her shape and her makeup was modest. My friend introduced her to me and said that she was a diplomatic aide at the UN. The strange thing was her shyness and standoffish nature. This was a someone who worked with diplomats? There was more here than met the eye. However, she was beautiful, and I was going to find out what she wastrying to hide! After striking up some conversation, I found that we have many common interests, and persuaded her to go out on a date with me. It was a lot of fun, but she kept me at a comfortable distance. This went on for a couple of weeks, and I mistakenly assumed that she just wanted to be friends. Well, one night, after a few drinks, sheslapped me across the face and accused me of being too much of a gentleman! Now that I had certainly gotten that message, I demanded to know what had happened to her to put up such a barrier! She apologized for hitting me and told me that she was quite fond of me, and that she didn't want to disappoint me. Disappoint me! I was beginning to think it was something about me that was putting HER off! Anyway I was glad that we got over this hurdle and were going to move this relationship forward, finally! "What ever gave you the idea that you would disappoint me?" She looked strained as she tried to ease my confusion. "There's something about me that has turned off every boyfriend I've ever had, and I'm still not sure I'm willing to tell you just yet!" It was clear she was struggling with this, whatever it was! After a couple more drinks, I took her home. I assumed she wasn't ready to talk quite yet, and I would give her a little more space. "Why don't you stop on up for a nightcap? I've been awfully rough on you tonight, and you deserve an explanation!" Her tone wasn't so much that of a come-on, but of someone who was about to reveal something very private, and perhaps troubling. However, I was sensing that talking wasn't the only thing on her mind! We went up to her apartment. We sat on the couch and told me that she cared for me very much, and she wanted to sleep with me, but with some twists that her previous boyfriends just weren't willing to do. I consoled her by telling her that my tastes run on the unusual side as well! Her face lit up, realizing that I didn't have a conventional view of sex, either! "Well, what do YOU mean by unusual?" The tone in her voice changed from fear to fascination. "Years ago, I had suggested that my girlfriend and I try something different when we made love." This was hard for me, too! "Oh, like what?", she insisted, relieved that I would get to bear my soul first! "I wanted to tie her up, you know, so she couldn't move when we made love!" I said, nervously. "I found it very exciting, and so did she, at first, but she was so frightened after she was bound that I was sure the screaming would bring the police! I wasn't hurting her or threatening her. She realized that she just couldn't handle it. I untied her as fast as I could, and she ran off into the night stark naked! I tried to call her, but she felt we had crossed a very dangerous threshold, and that we must not see each other anymore. That was the last time I heard from her. I've never told this to another living soul, and I hope this doesn't frighten you, too." Gwen's delight in my words couldn't have been more obvious. "It's OK, I'm not frightened. I know you won't hurt me. In fact I think you'll be encouraged! When I was in college I wanted to have my arms tied up so I could imagine what it was like to be helpless during sex. My boyfriend gave me such a hard time about it that I just withdrew and finally left him, swearing never to mention it to another soul. However, in every relationship I've had, I've wanted to have this fantasy fulfilled! As soon as I even got close to the subject, the relationship would go downhill after that. But I wasn't counting on someone like you!" She had clearly been hurt before, and I tried to make everything as easy as I could for her. I didn't want to repeat my experience, either, yet I wanted this fantasy to come true more than anything! I told her that I wasn't the forceful type, but our mutual desire to have her tied up soon made the issue of who wanted who a moot point! She begged me to pin her arms down to the couch, just to show me it was all right with her. Gwen had become as aroused as I was, and the more I held her arms down, the more she loved it, and the harder I got! I let go of her, and she cried for me to restrain her. She let me know that everything was OK, and begged me to do whatever I wanted! After I got her out of her clothes, I could see that she had plenty to be proud of! Gwen, at the time, was 5 feet 5 inches, 36-23-37, 120 pounds with a remarkable head of auburn hair and penetrating green eyes. This was very different from the image I had of her as a professional woman in a business suit! We rummaged through her closets and I tied her to the bed spread eagle with four of her belts! It had been over a year since Gwen had sex with anyone, and yet her passion was the stuff legends are made of! This was a night I was going to remember for a very long time! Before sunrise, we made love several times, not to mention what happened in the shower the next morning! As our passion for Gwen's bondage grew, we designed the forms of restraint we would like the best. She loved to be tied up, not in a manner that caused pain and discomfort, but in "love bondage." In this way, the less freedom she had to move, the more she loved it, but it had to be comfortable. In return, I found that I wanted her this way every bit as much as she did! I, too, did not want to be cruel and cause her pain, and soon came up with a number of ways to restrain her limbs in a secure manner that was also quite comfortable for her and exciting to me! This was clearly different from the B&D stuff I've read about, since domination and pain really weren't part of the program. It was simply a different way for us to express our lust to each other. Discomfort was to be avoided. I loved keeping her restrained in this comfortable, natural way that minimized the freedom of her limbs, but would allow us to make love, especially if it meant she had to struggle to get to me when she was the aggressive one! There was no end to our fun! My curiosity was also growing. "Gwen, tell me why this is so exciting to you! It's something I enjoy, too, you know, and I'm all for going with the flow! I just want to understand what's going on between us a little better." She looked a little nervous by my question, but knew that I am a compassionate listener. I insisted that she continue. "When I was young, the man who lived next door was a war veteran. He lost both arms at the elbows when a German grenade went off as he was trying to throw it out of harm's way. I would watch him do things when he visited us, and was fascinated with his condition. We were friends, and my parents thought it was wonderful that their daughter took an interest in someone who lost so much in the name of our country. Of course, my parents didn't know about my real fascination in him, after all, we were taught not to stare or ask embarrassing questions. When I was older I finally asked him what it was like to be this way. He told me that things were hard at first, but his sweetheart was very understanding and helped him adjust. Soon they were married, and they've been happy ever since. Because of her, he didn't mind the stares anymore and soon found that her strength gave him the will to stop feeling sorry for himself and accept himself as only being a little different. He pursued a successful career and raised a family with her. They were very happy, and something about him was the reason for it. He was able to strike up a conversation with anyone he met and soon put any uneasy feelings they might have had to rest. His courage and his acceptance of his situation made him a hero around town. I adored this man as if he were my own father. I began to imagine myself in his shoes." The room filled with the anxiety in her voice. "I now know why my childhood neighbor had such a wonderful marriage! The thing between him and his wife is clear to me now. It's pure lust for his disability! The fact that he's also such a wonderful human being makes her lust for his missing arms just icing on the cake. I began to imagine myself in his shoes!", she said, revealing something about herself as well. After a couple of months, we became quite pleased with Gwen's various helpless positions. However, she came to prefer having her arms alone bound, just as she wanted from her old college boyfriend. This allowed generous access to her womanly charms and the freedom to walk about, yet rendered her totally vulnerable. She was totally helpless to resist any ideas I had, and I had plenty of them! I came up with a number of slings and straps to hold her helpless. Her bonds were absolutely inescapable! The more she struggled, the more excited she got! Soon her fantasy had progressed to having her arms restrained as often as possible, even outside our passionate lovemaking. She wanted to experience her helpless condition around the house as she went about her home life. Gwen was soon asking me to help her take care of her personal needs, such as going to the bathroom, fixing her hair, and so on. I really enjoyed this, and she asked me if I minded wiping her bottom and doing all the other things "down there." "Taking care of you is part of the fantasy! The more I help you in this delightful condition, the more I want to keep you this way! I'm very excited about the way you want to be now." Truer words were never spoken! Every time I would bathe her or clean her bottom and pussy, I just had to have her right there and then. Gwen was very happy knowing that her entire way of being bound was so exciting to me. One evening, early in the week, I could tell she was up to something. She instructed me to tie her arms up the moment she got home Friday afternoon and to promise not to release them until Monday morning. I loved it! I searched the medical supply houses to come up with an appropriate means of restraint, since none of the available bondage gear was designed for such prolonged wear. When she came home that Friday, I told her I was ready! After I removed her clothes, I had her cross her arms in front of her with her hands wrapped around her elbows. Then I taped her fingers, thumbs, and wrists down with surgical tape, being careful not to impair circulation. Next came a layer of gauze padding, followed by a pair of wide ace bandages. I was asking a lot of questions during her transformation to make sure Gwen was properly bound and comfortable. I stood back and admired my handiwork. Her arms were smoothly covered. Her hands were totally hidden. There weren't even any protrusions around her elbows! With her arms in front of her, her breasts were beautifully framed, as if they were on display. "My darling, you look absolutely wonderful! How do you like being so severely disabled?" She looked lovingly into my eyes, leaned over to me, and put her now bound arms over my head and around my neck and kissed me. Gwen cooed in my ear, "Everything is perfect, my love! My 'severe disability' is really turning me on!". I reached down and her pussy was drenched! She rubbed her thigh up against my crotch. "I see you like my 'severe disability' as well!" Before we went any further, I needed to be sure her bonds were secure. I asked her to break free. She struggled for over ten minutes, but the bond was totally secure and inescapable. The more she struggled the more excited she became! Her voice had collapsed to nothing more than moans of passion! I, too, found the sight of her this way far too much for me to resist, and I had her right there and then! We made love several more times before I drifted off with this wonderful woman in my bed! Our lovemaking was absolutely extravagant! For the rest of the weekend, I bathed her, fed her, and took care of all of her personal needs. We made love at every opportunity, and in every place in the house we could find. Her prolonged bondage was so perfectly natural for her, that by the end of the weekend, I wouldn't be able to imagine her being happy any other way! I also didn't realize how much this was going to turn me on, too! We reveled in her condition, and Monday morning came all too soon. She spent every weekend since then this way! She insisted that our social calendar be changed so that weeknights were for our friends and the weekends were for enjoying her "disability"! She soon became adept at using her feet and mouth in place of her hands. She could use a phone, operate the T.V., and even use a keyboard! Her crowning achievement was to hold a fork with her toes at the dinner table and actually feed herself! We were becoming so turned on to her in this condition that our appetite for each other seemed endless! Before long, Gwen would let me know that her imagination was still going strong! "I would like to go out like this sometime to see how we would like the public's reaction!", she blurted, as we were watching a television show depicting a rather steamy scene in a night club. My manhood ached at the very thought, and we immediately started planning for the event! Gwen was quite anxious for her first public appearance. This time I carefully taped her arms to her sides and high behind her back. I dressed her in a blouse with no sleeves or arm openings and a cape. I stood back and smiled. Gwen was now a convincingly armless woman! We went to a nightclub a couple of hours away so as not to run into anyone we knew, and were delighted at the show she was putting on! Everyone stared, as I fed her, gave her drinks, and danced with this bound beauty. The sight of her on the dance floor was spectacular! She got the attention of everyone in the room! The people stared and whispered. The waitresses and bartenders couldn't do enough for us. After a while, a number of people would awkwardly try to start a conversation with us. Gwen seemed to know just what to say to put them at ease. I just drank this in. This was the night of my life, and I knew everything was going to be perfect! When I got her home, as soon as we got through the door, I bent her over the couch, threw her dress over her head, and found her totally wet! I'll leave what happened next to your imagination! That weekend Gwen asked me "What is it you found exciting about me at the night club?" I had already been thinking about this. "You mean besides all the attention you were getting?" I rolled my eyes at her. "In addition to your charms as a disabled woman, it occurred to me that when people talk about a woman's physical attributes they never talk about her arms! Men love to look at breasts, hair, legs, or a slim waist. But I've never heard anyone say 'Oh, she has such beautiful arms!'. Also, I think your arms hide your curvaceous body when unbound, and we wouldn't want that!" She loved the playful tone in my voice. "I think you're right!" Gwen said. "I would watch myself in the mirror on the dance floor and I thought my shape was much more attractive with my arms out of the way." "I also loved the way you handled all the attention you were getting. It would appear that your social initiation really worked out!", I said in a supportive tone. "This fantasy is perfect for me! I've got to tell you that I'm still cooking up a few more things to try! I'll let you know when the time is right." Her tone had a deliberate edge to it. We continued to play this delightful game. It was a force in our lives that we were both powerless to abandon. Every moment we were together, Gwen was bound. I tried to refuse to bind her arms, but our desire to make her helpless soon won out. We had a month long vacation coming up in the mountains, thirty-five miles from any sign of civilization, for some well-needed rest and for a chance to explore this fantasy further. Gwen insisted that her arms remain bound permanently during the stay. My heart leapt into my throat at the anticipation, and I made plans for her prolonged bondage. Several miles before we turned off the main road, Gwen asked that we pull over. "I want us to start my love bondage now, before we get to the cabin!" I pulled down an abandoned side road and walked her and the necessary supplies into the woods. I removed her top, and scrubbed her arms with the antiseptic solution that hospitals use before surgery. I care fully taped her hands to her elbows, wrapped her arms with gauze, and applied the ace bandages. The final touch was a satin cover with laces to keep her bandages clean. This added a sexy quality the ace bandages just couldn't manage! I put a loose fitting T-shirt over her and returned to the car. As we turned onto the long unpaved road leading to the cabin, I looked over to her and said, "Gwen, my love, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on! I particularly love your empty sleeves!" Tears of joy began to fill her eyes, and as I wiped them away, I knew we were going to have the time of our lives. We did everything together that we could find to do! As I would help her do things in the woods, by the creek, or in the hills on our long hikes, as well as the personal things I delighted in doing for her in her helplessness, we knew that this was the perfect way for us to be. The days turned into weeks, and our desire for Gwen's pleasantly transformed state knew no bounds. On our last week, after we had finished dinner and were cuddling on the couch, Gwen said the words I was praying she would say! "Darling would you still want me if my arms were cut off? I've been having dreams lately about what it would be like if they were gone. After all, this would make my bondage permanent, right?", she said, staring straight into my eyes, holding her satin covered arms out in front of her, as if to offer them to me to take away. The very words made my heart pound in my chest. Of course I thought about her as a genuinely armless woman! However, I felt Gwen must approach this subject. "Of course I would! For all practical purposes you don't have them now! Are you sure you understand where this is going?", getting her to explore the issue further. "Yes, I do. I'm now sure that my bondage is a prelude to something much more, and much less! After you secured my arms back on the road, I soon forgot that I had them, and now I don't miss them at all! It seems most of the time I can't even tell they are there. They have become a nuisance in the moments I can feel them. I love having to do things using my mouth and my feet, and having you do the things I can't do. I have to know, could you ever love a woman who was a double arm amputee?" The tone in Gwen's voice was penetrating, and the words went right to the core of my being. "Of course I would love you! I've had dreams about you as an amputee, too.", I said to reassure her. "Could you love me if I wanted to have my arms amputated voluntarily? I have wanted for some time now to be really armless! Tell me you will help me find a way to have them cut off!" She was pressing this right to the limit! At this moment we arrived at the point of no return. Gwen's fantasy had reached its ultimate expression. We spent all night discussing this incredible idea. I explained to her this is very drastic and irreversible, even if we could find a way to do it. I even tried to talk her out of it, but she couldn't be dissuaded. I had to be sure she knew that there was no undoing of tape and ace bandages that would restore her arms if she actually had them amputated. Long into the night we discussed this, and I realized that Gwen's mind was made up. She talked about all the things she considered before she came to this. The conversation shifted to what life would be like with Gwen as an armless woman. I could no longer hide my wish to make her a real amputee! The conversation shifted to from 'what if' to 'how to'. We thought of all the accidents we could devise, but decided that it would be too risky, and may not give us the outcome we wanted. We would need to find a surgical solution. That night I vowed to find a way to make her fantasy come true! When we returned home I helped Gwen out of the car in the privacy of the garage. I took her upstairs and released her from her thirty-one day bondage. Her limbs were very pale from the lack of sun. The gentle pressure of the bandages and the lack of use had thinned her arms to take on a look like those of a paraplegic. Her arms and hands had grown weak and uncoordinated from disuse. We soaked in the hottub and I was able to massage them and return some of her muscular control. Gwen uttered quietly, "When I was bound, I didn't miss my arms. Now that they are free, I am quite uncomfortable having them. They keep flopping around and I have to work at keeping them in a comfortable position. And now that they are starting to atrophy from constant restraint, I may not be able to use them outside of bondage!" However, her tone wasn't that of disappointment, but of anxiousness. "I can't wait to have them cut off, up high, near my shoulders! Wouldn't it be marvelous for me to kiss you each morning and caress your face with my two short arm stumps?" She made it sound so irresistible! The very thought of her continuing another day with her arms attached was too much to bear. I had to help her find someone who would perform the surgical amputation of her arms. The next day I dug into everything there was to be learned about amputation. Along the way I found a body of work describing the attraction of men toward amputee women. The body of work had shown that women amputees, once they accepted their attractiveness toward certain men, had very fulfilling love lives. This finally explained my feelings toward Gwen, and comforted me in that the outcome would be a win-win situation! It also described a few cases where people had the desire to have limbs voluntarily amputated. After looking past the stigma the medical profession has of such an idea, I concluded that the patients involved were no less crazy than transsexuals who finally achieve happiness after their surgery. And just like for these people, once we were sure this is what we wanted, we knew that surgical removal of Gwen's arms was the only way for her to be happy. I started researching the medical literature for the surgical solution. I concluded that there was no way to get this done legally, particularly in the U.S. I started discussions with numerous people in the orthopedic rehab field and found out that most of the advanced work was being done in what is now the former Soviet Union. Since the state of affairs over there are poor, we thought if we could provide some sort of access to Western resources to a talented surgeon from Russia, he might be more open minded toward our goal. But to cinch the deal, some form of coercion would be needed to ensure our trust in him. Gwen's diplomatic connections would prove invaluable to this end. Finally we found one of the leading clinics in Moscow for orthopedic surgery. We approached an older surgeon who was traveling from there at the UN building. It was here to get assistance for his work, but was unwilling to leave his country for the West. This was his first time here, and we offered to take him in and make his stay more hospitable. Over the next two weeks we won him over and were able to connect him to everything he needed. We got him the help he needed to establish ties to the West to help improve his facilities and working conditions. We were able to work with the Russian consulate to make this transfer work. The good doctor was so excited about what we were able to do for him, he wanted to know what he could do in return. We told him, at great length, the long journey we had been on before we told him what we needed him to do. We mentioned that this should be less serious than a sexual reassignment operation, and that our wish will be more easily disguised in the hospital than a sex change operation, which we knew were illegal there. In view of our hospitality and Gwen's endless charm, he arranged for the means to have Gwen's arms amputated. We also found out that the good doctor was known to go to extremes to get the help he needed. We got the details on this and kept it in reserve to keep his intentions true. If he changed his mind, we made it clear the authorities would take a keen interest in his activities! In view of improved east-west relations, travel to that part of the world was much easier. Since I had saved a nice nest egg for a rainy day, I now had everything we needed to make this dream a reality! Gwen was choked up with the realization that voluntary amputations were now available to her. I asked her if she still wanted this. She looked at me and cried, "I must do this while I still have the nerve! If I back out now, I'll never feel complete! You know as well as I do, this is the only way we'll be happy!" I made the travel arrangements and before we knew it we were in Red Square. After taking one last look at the magnificent spires, we went on the long drive to the clinic. The surgeon spent quite some time talking to us to make sure this was a genuine desire. His conclusion was that Americans are all a little crazy, but that was the beauty of our country! Since we were about to throw some serious assistance his way, the surgeon soon accepted our way of thinking! He said he would do the operation the following morning. Our instructions were to amputate both arms just below her armpits, leaving stumps about four inches long. We also wanted the surgeon to use plastic surgery techniques to minimize or eliminate the scarring. Gwen wanted no evidence after her recovery that she ever had any more than two short stubs. The doctor agreed, and said he would inject a slow release pain killer in the ends near the nerves to minimize post surgical pain. We were convinced that we chose our surgeon well. Gwen and I were understandably nervous. The surgeon stopped in to tell us what was going to happen in the morning in great detail. He could see we were both very concerned about the risk, and that we weren't going to turn back. He assured us that everything would be done to maximize Gwen's safety. He was very supportive, and shared our concern. We both needed a sleeping pill that night! The next morning they prepped Gwen for surgery. As I held her hand as she slipped under the anesthesia, I realized this would be the last time we would ever do this. She whispered, "I love you very much. Soon I'll be the woman of your dreams, and I'll be truly armless and permanently helpless. It's all so perfect, for both of us!" They wheeled her in for what seemed an eternity. I looked down on her and was ecstatic over the empty sleeves of her gown. I had become used to seeing her arms crossed in front of her, but now I could see only the outline of her breasts and the flat sheets down either side of her. I kept looking, and each time her altered form would convince me again and again that we really made it happen! Finally she began to stir. She muttered, "My hands itch! Why didn't they do the surgery?" I told her that the surgery was successful, and she was just experiencing phantom sensations. "But I can feel the palms of my hands itching and my fingers tingle" I held up a large mirror. The look on her face at that moment I'll remember forever! "They're really gone!" she whispered as she saw the bandages cov ering the short stumps of her upper arms. "My arms are really gone!" She looked so peaceful as she dozed off again. During the next few days I would come in and feed her, help her go to the bathroom, and just be with her. At this point my feelings were of genuine concern for her recovery. The adjustment to her new form was not as simple as we had thought, as though it was an actual accident. However, the good surgeon was able to help here, too. There was a psychotherapist who worked with victims from the Afghan war. She helped Gwen adjust throughout her stay, and as an added bonus knew how to use hypnosis to help reduce the phantom pain. Three days after the operation, the doctor said she could walk around the clinic. I helped her to her feet, and we walked out into the hall. She said "I feel light-headed!", and we walked slowly down the hall. We walked to the doctor's office for him to take look at her. He was pleased with her progress, and proceeded to show us why Gwen was feeling so light- headed. He helped her onto the scale in the corner. "I've lost twenty-seven pounds! Is that how much my arms weighed?" The doctor said this caused a change in her balance, and "I've lost twenty-seven pounds! Is that how much my arms weighed?" The doctor said this caused a change in her balance, and assured us this was to be expected and she would get used to it soon. After the ten days we went outside for the first time since the sur gery. We stopped by a small food stand and I fed her lunch. It was fun watching the people watch us! They would stare, and Gwen would wink back at them. Her manner would put anyone at ease who was uncomfortable near her. Her talent for this is truly amazing. It was as though she was always meant to be armless. We knew this was right for us. "I love myself this way!" she exclaimed. I couldn't wait to get her alone! "I keep trying to move my arms, and can't. They don't feel bound anymore, just numb and useless! Then I look, and they're gone, and then I know that I'm a real amputee! I'm so helpless! Please, darling, make me feel like a whole woman again!" Her tone was the essence of seduction! She didn't need to ask me that question twice! As soon as we got back to the hospital I arranged to have the room to ourselves for a few hours. As soon as I pulled off her gown, I buried my face deep into her pussy and she came almost immediately! This also was the hardest I'd been, ever! Two weeks later we returned home. Our story to our families and friends was that Gwen had fallen into a ravine while skiing. The rescue team found her the following day. We told them her sleeves were ripped to shreds and frostbite had caused irreversible tissue damage, and amputation was the only option. Everyone offered their sympathies, and no one suspected that anything else was the truth. We loved the attention everyone was giving her. Their consolation was really needed, after all, amputation is quite stressful, and very permanent! Our local doctor did her checkups and commented on the excellent work the surgeon performed. He also reminded us how dangerous skiing is! Gwen promised to be more careful in the future! He admired her sense of humor and courage after such a tragedy. He also insisted that she be fitted with prosthetic arms. Gwen adamantly refused, swearing she would never allow such contrivances to be strapped to her! He finally removed the bandages from her stumps. She stood in front of the mirror after the doctor left and admired hr new stumps. They ended about four inches below her armpits, and the scar was only a thin, red line across the end of each of them. "I love the way I look! I feel especially naked, now that I don't have any arms to cover myself with! Please promise me you'll never make me wear those awful things!" Gwen squeezed her breasts together with her new stumps. The sight of her made me want her like no woman that even my imagination could dream up! For the next few months I would wrap her arm stumps to keep the swelling down and to shape them to their final form. They now taper down to the smooth, scarless ends. The phantom sensations also subsided over this time. Gwen claims that it felt as if her arms just shrank up to the ends of her stumps! Now she feels only the ends of her abbreviated upper arms. She has taken on a rigorous exercise program to build her strength and flexibility. She now has a very easy time of putting her legs behind her shoulders, so important to her using her feet for everyday tasks. The dexterity of her toes is also remarkable. She can write a letter, brush her teeth, and even brush her hair! And, as the piece d'resistance, I've been the lucky guy to get a "stump job"! She uses both stumps to stroke my cock and balls until I erupt all over them. This is finished off with her licking all that sticky love milk off of them! Afterwards she'll lick her stumps and wash her face like a cat! Needless to say, the sight of this instantly makes me take care of all her cravings, until she's so exhausted that she can't move! The house has been altered for Gwen. A bidet allows her to go to the bathroom by herself. She can't wear any underwear for this to work, and this is fine by me! I've also added levers to the doors to help her open them, as well as numerous other aides for her. Our day typically starts with watching her feed herself breakfast with her feet and toes. The sight of this is mesmerizing, and I find it impossible to resist watching this! Next we shower, and I wash her, shave her legs, pussy, stumppits, and shampoo her hair. Afterwards, I let her dry herself. I've hung a long towel that has been sewn into a sleeve that she slides up into and turns around inside to dry off. Next I dry and style her hair, do her makeup, and put on her body jewelry. She wears a ring in each nipple and one for each year she's been armless in her cunt lips. Often I'll leave her this way until I come home, unless she going to have company. Often her sister will come over to help her or take her places. Gwen is still 5 feet 5 inches tall and 36-23-37. The loss of her arms, as well as being more fit, has reduced her weight to 88 pounds! She feels so light, and its no problem to carry her when I'm so inclined. Gwen had long hair when she was young, and had to keep it shoulder length when she started working in the embassy. She had wanted to grow it out, but the dress code wouldn't allow it. She knew I was a fan of very long hair as well, and told her I would love to take care of helping her have it long again. She hasn't had it cut since we met. Since her hair grows quickly, it now falls almost to her knees when down, even though I trim it every two months! She loves the look and feel of her thick, shiny mane against her skin, particularly since she spends about half of her days in the nude. She loves to play with it with her stumps. Just imagine the sight of her pushing her hair behind her ears and then putting on a hair band with her stumps! I often braid it or put it up for her when I'm away from her, but when we're together I let this spectacular mane free. A long, full head of hair is considered to be a sign of feminine sexuality, and this drives home to almost anyone we see this armless woman is sexy indeed, not the asexual being our society tends to think disabled people are. We love the challenging people's perspectives this way, and her appearance speaks for itself! We go out frequently and Gwen isn't the shy person she was when I met her. Losing her arms has changed her from an introverted and quiet person to an outgoing social butterfly! She says it's because she stands out in the world now, and being armless makes her look and feel very exotic. When we are out, she'll strike up small talk with anyone at our favorite watering hole. The reaction from people is hysterical! One guy, who was a little sloshed, said "You don't have any hands, do you?" Gwen replied "Since I don't have any arms to put them on, I decided I didn't need them!" Wherever she goes, the change in the mood of her surroundings is remarkable! She never fails to attract attention, and its often positive. She is so comfortable with herself now, and it shows! Knowing how I love her amputated arms, Gwen would use them to point out things in public, stretch herself, and engage in any activity that would cause her to display them in action. This has got to be the most wonderful form of exhibitionism I have ever seen! Our lovemaking is at its best after these sessions out on the town. Her entire wardrobe has been altered to accentuate her transformed appearance. Most of her sleeves have been shortened, closed at the ends, or eliminated completely to show the beautiful remnants of her arms. One of my favorites is a body stocking that stops just above her breasts. This fully exposes her armlessness. Sometimes I'll put a shirt of mine on her with long sleeves and go out with her. We both love the look of those empty sleeves blowing in the wind! I absolutely adore her short stumps and take every opportunity to squeeze, nibble and caress them. Gwen particularly loves it when I nibble them. She says they are more sensual than her nipples! Many times, when I nibble on the ends, she swears she can feel me sucking on her fingers! I love this, since it also gives her a chance to caress my face with them. When we make love, I love to watch her. When she is on top, she pushes her breasts outward with her soft stumps. When I'm on top, she uses them to squeeze the pillow to her face, or try to support herself when I'm entering her from the rear, and she absolutely loves putting on a show for me! Gwen's imagination hasn't subsided much, either! She often surprises me when I get home with all sorts of new ideas! One time, I came home and Gwen greeted me at the door. The expression on my face must have been priceless! She stood there, totally naked, except for a pair of hip length leather high heel boots! The sight of her standing there in the door with those boots on, her hair falling down below her ample bottom, and no arms was exquisite! She raised her leather clad leg and pushed me to the floor, demanding that I get my pants off now! I certainly didn't want to disobey her after seeing this! She lowered herself onto me and gave me a ride like you wouldn't believe! As I laid on the floor, spent, I asked her how she managed this! "Oh, my sister was over, and I asked her to help me with a little surprise for you. I see you approve!" she said, as she brushed her hair from her face with her stumps. "It 's also another form of love bondage. You see, I can't use my toes, which are now so very important to me now that I'm armless." As she was saying this she was lying on the floor, face up, stretching her booted legs up in the air and pushing a pillow around with her stumps. She enrolls the help of her sister often to give these wonderful interludes! Gwen's sister is very curious about us, and by helping Gwen she has come to know us as a very loving and passionate couple that has made something very special out of what most people would consider a tragedy. And this, my friends, is what has made it all worthwhile! Nowadays we go out to dinner, go dancing, see movies and plays, jog together, and do all the things husbands and wives do. I love to watch her show off whenever we are out. We enjoy, beyond anything I could have imagined, the "bond" we now have between us. We are soulmates, and the years since her transformation has proven the sheer perfection of our decision for Gwen to become the armless woman of our dreams.