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This is a story I wrote over a year ago. Never satisfied I published it onmy own site intending on editing it at a later date. This is my final draftof it – or so I hope.

The Letter to Ryan

"Here, you're going to need this." He said, offering a glass to his friend.

Ryan took the glass and sipped at the amber liquid, sucking in and allowingthe flavor of the scotch to fill his mouth.

Jerry fumbled in his coat pocket for a moment and then withdrew an envelope. "Here,I want you to read this as soon as I'm gone." Taking the envelope, Ryan peeredup at his friend, a question on his tongue.

"Don't bother asking, Ryan. In a moment I will take my leave. I won't beback. But I needed to clear up a few loose ends before I left" he said. "Takecare of yourself and…read the letter. It will explain everything."

Without so much as another word, Jerry was out the door of his large home.Moments later, he was in his car and traveling down the long drive.

Ryan had known him for many years and had grown accustomed to his odd andsecretive behaviors. So, this was not terribly odd seeming. Still, he wonderedwhat was going on. Another sip of scotch later and he opened the thick envelopeand began to read.

For Ryan, my good friend,

I request that you do not skip over any of this letter, as it is quite importantthat you know everything. I want you to have complete understanding of theresponsibility and gift that I am giving to you.

Many of the details may seem tasteless or unnecessary. However, I have includedthese details for you so that you might get the scope of my actions.

My secret and personal past is of little interest. In fact, the majorityof my life has no bearing on this story that I am about to tell you, the exceptionbeing that I was once a rather skilled plastic surgeon, giving up my practiceat the age of 38 to retire upon my uncles passing. And it was my uncle, inhis will, who left me this incredibly large estate and the fortune on whichI live.

And now, on to the necessary details;

Debbie, I had known for quite some time. She had been a freshman in highschool when I was a senior. One of the things that I found so attractive inher was her strong-will and powerfully intelligent mind. Even as a child ofseventeen, I found these strengths to be her real beauty. Certainly, we hadflirted a bit, but no more came of it. After high school we lost touch.

Her story before our reintroduction is a short one, I shant bore you withmany details. Suffice to say that she had cut herself off from her friends.Her parents had past only the year before our reintroduction and she had justbeen laid off from her job and needed, not only employment but also a shoulderon which to cry. I was more than happy to oblige.

We were reintroduced at a small coffee shop. She saw me seated at a tableand called out my name. It was, as they say, love at first sight – orsecond sight, as the case may be. Somehow, our old attraction was new again.

We began dating shortly after that. I was soon to discover that she had interestin extreme sexual practices through the various fantasies that she would detailfor me almost every night before we made love.

Shortly after our affair began she moved in with me here. No one has seenor heard from her since.

From the beginning of our co-habitation we began having more serious chatsabout her extreme wants. I had similar interests to her own and convinced herto live them out here in my home.

Once she agreed, I drew up a contract for her to sign that detailed her wantsand expectations, as well as my own wants and expectations. Of course, thecontract was not binding, nor legal in any way. Still, I wanted to give hera full understanding that when she agreed to this that it was not a joke. Bysigning this she understood that I could do anything to her that I wished shortof selling or killing her.

She signed it.

I am not certain if she regrets that signing anymore. I am not certain thatshe has the capacity to regret anymore. She has not spoken a word in severalyears and, in fact, has shown no inclinations or wants of her own in many years.That strong-minded and intelligent girl has disappeared and she is now moreof an animal than anything else.

At any rate, that was how it all began.

My first agenda was a simple modification. So, I took her into my basementin which I had installed a few of my old surgical devices. Not many, mind you,but I had already had plans for this when I began hearing about her wants.

Once in my basement she was happy to jump up onto my surgical table. Afteronly a few words, she was sedated for the evenings work. Upon her awakeningafter keeping her in a drugged sleep for a week, she discovered just how shehad been modified.

Her body hair had been removed via electrolysis. That was quite a long andarduous task and the main reason that she was kept sedated for so long.

Another of her findings was that she could no longer stand flat footed asI had inserted a very small pin into her heel that was made from low carbonsurgical steel. When pressure was applied it caused her great pain. This, ofcourse, encouraged her to walk on her toes at all times.

That night I bound her wrists and ankles to the headboard on my bed. Shewas spread wide and doubled over so that her ass and her sex were ready forthe taking. I took her hard that night. She cried in pain and begged for mercy.Mercy was not something I allowed her.

She did not orgasm that night. Instead, she suffered through several painfulintrusions and a night of cramps, as she remained doubled for the durationof the entire night.

That night I explained to her that she would never know the pleasures ofvaginal sex again. Not only did I not want her pregnant or care for the useof birth control devices, but also I wanted her to know that she was beingtaken for my pleasures and not hers.

I was surprised that she had no complaints over that little discussion. Inretrospect, I suppose I should have expected that she would not complain afterher telling me about her fantasies of humiliation and rough use.

Over the next few weeks she became accustomed to her nightly position andto enjoy the brutality of my assaults, climaxing time and time again. WhenI would finish with her she was always allowed the pleasure of cleaning theremnants of our lovemaking with her mouth.

I learned, after the first time, that her being made to clean of my memberafter it had been in her ass was something she detested. However, having astrong need to be humiliated and used as if an object for sex, as opposed toa lover, it excited her.

During these first weeks she became accustomed to walking on tiptoe at alltimes. The shape of her calves became increasingly more appealing as did herthighs from the exercises I was putting her through. In fact, in a matter ofa short few weeks her entire body, already quite fit, became a body that mostwomen can only aspire to. We were both quite happy with things in those days.

Somewhere into our third month of living as master and slave I decided thatanother modification was in store. Again, we traversed the stairs into my basementwhere I strapped her to my table and sedated her. Three hours later, she awoketo find that her tongue had been pierced, as had the bottom of her mouth. Around shiny bar with a ball on either end passed through her tongue and thebottom of her mouth.

Her tongue, while still mobile, was unable to move freely and her articulationwas that of a deaf person. She dealt with it rather well, considering her dislikefor the piercing.

The next few weeks were spent in relative quiet. I eased off of my demandsfor her body and made her take care of her piercing so as to avoid infection.She dealt with her new speech impediment rather well and learned to speak alittle more clearly. That would later change, however.

After her healing I taught her how to give a proper blowjob. She was skilledbefore but she still had much to learn. For several weeks she spent large partsof her day between my legs sucking me. Her jaw ached much of the time but herendurance grew until she was able to suck my cock for hours at a time withno pain. She became so skilled, in fact, that she could bring me to orgasmseveral times an hour if I was not careful.

During this time I allowed her to sleep chained to my bed so that she couldwake me with a blowjob. Her one misstep gained her a quality beating that ensuredher diligence in this task.

Eventually, we resumed our old nightly routine. She was doubled in my bedwhile I fucked her ass hard and long while she screamed in ecstasy. Always,she was made to take me into her mouth to receive my orgasm or to clean thewaste from my member after I had filled her with my semen.

She was even grateful for the return to normal sexual activity as it meantthat she could now cum again. Something she had missed during her hours suckingmy cock.

For several months our lives settled in to a simple routine. She served meand learned my likes and dislikes. She was very eager to live this way withno responsibilities outside of the home. So our time was easy, relatively speaking.It was not long before she came to understand my moods and when and how tosatisfy my wants.

Many days were spent outside in my back yard lounging in lawn chairs in thegrass. I held her naked form close to me, kissing her and she kissing me. Itwas quite nice, really. I must say that I miss those days.

After a few months of languid tranquility had passed I found that my urgesfor the extreme had re-awakened. Having no job or monetary worries had allowedmy mind to wander down a road of strange and varying ideas. Eventually, a realisticidea settled into my mind and I determined to execute it. I remember kissingher forehead as the idea solidified in my mind.

She awoke to see me smiling above her. Groggy, she smiled back at me. Asshe rose, she realized that she could not move her arms. She stood up unsteadilyand tried to see what new bondage her arms were now in.

Her wrists I had pulled up between her shoulder blades and positioned sothat the back of her hands touched. They had been fastened together with widemetal cuffs that were attached to each other so as to make one. And thoughshe could wiggle her fingers, they were quite useless.

As she accepted the arm bondage she noticed that her breasts were slightlyenlarged and that her nipples were adorned with shiny silver rings. Much tomy surprise, she did not make a single objection. Even her length of druggedunconsciousness was not questioned. She merely smiled as I led her back upstairs.

There were a few occasions in that first day of her new bondage that sheasked when she would be released form her harsh arm bondage. Further questionswere scotched after a thorough beating. She was that left covered in weltsfrom the switch that I had cut from the willow tree in the back yard.

Over the next few weeks I began to notice that her arms were slightly atrophied.I had thought about releasing her arms from time to time but I decided againstit. It was better she forget about using them. I never intended on lettingher arms free anyway.

She adapted quite well to the lack of use of her arms. After a short learningcurve she became quite adept at doing all things as though her hands neverexisted, at all. I marveled at her skills to bring me to orgasm simply withher mouth. Many was the night when I would watch her as I lay on my back andshe on her knees as she sucked my cock to full erection and then to climax.

One day in particular she impressed me as I laid her on her back and thrustmy cock down her throat, fucking her mouth as though it were her other orifices.And when I exploded in her I bypassed her mouth and filled her throat withmy semen. When I withdrew from her throat she looked at me lovingly.

As the days passed I found myself getting restless, yet again. And as thewinter came I found myself being less aroused by her current bondage. Apparently,the new gets old with people like myself and I found that I less responsiveand excited by the tortures that I was inflicting on her body. And so, I setout for new ideas and new ways to cause her pain humiliation.

It was morning and she had just brought me to climax a few minutes earlier.I had stumbled into the bathroom when I called her to me. I made her kneelin the bathtub at my feet and take my flaccid cock into her mouth. As my urinestreamed into her mouth she pulled back leaving me to piss on her naked body.I stopped the stream and slapped her across the face. Then, I grabbed her bythe hair and pushed her face to my groin and commanded she open her mouth.She refused and struggled in my grasp.

I left her there in the tub to return moments later with a switch whereuponI set to beating her until she begged to swallow my piss. Finally, crying andshaking, still smarting from her beating, she took my cock into her mouth andbegan swallowing the piss that streamed into her mouth.

After she had swallowed the remainder of my piss I showered us both. Shekneeled as I washed us, crying, begging and questioning why I would do sucha thing to her. Her response was a demand for silence and light cuff to thecheek.

After our shower, I showed her the document that she had signed so many monthsbefore. She was made to read it out loud in her nearly unintelligible voice.After she was through, her head slumped and she nodded in quiet acceptance.

Over time, she became quite used to drinking my piss. At first she wouldbeg with her eyes for me not to make her do so. But eventually, she becameaccustomed to it. At first I would piss in her mouth for the humiliation itput her through and the excitement it provide me. Eventually, it became a routineof laziness because I did not want to get up from my seat.

After a time, her morning routine was sucking my morning piss down and followingit with a blowjob. She was never happy at this arrangement, I could tell, buther choices were to obey or to receive a severe switching. And so, she didas she was expected.

Over the next few months I became less thrilled with these newer humiliationsthat I put her through. So, I began using her ass as my toilet as well as hermouth. Many was the morning that I would awaken with my cock hard and my bladderfull. On these mornings I would roll her to her belly and slide my cock inher ass and let a stream of urine into it. Then I would fuck her ass hard.Of course, she was then made roll over and clean whatever remained on my cock.I think she truly enjoyed those mornings despite her insistence to the contrary.

As time went by, this practice, as all the others had, became less than exciting.So, I decided that more modification was needed. I settled on her arms, whichhad been fixed for so long behind her back.

I was never quite happy with their current bondage, as I had to remove itfrom time to time due to various problems. She tended to snag on things andtear fabrics. I had lost several clothing items to her bondage as well as bedroomsheets and the like. So, I decided to make a change.

As I took her down into the basement my "operating room" she cried. I amnot certain why, as she had liked everything but the arm bondage. I supposethat she had some premonition of what was to come. Nevertheless, we traversedthe stairs to where her new modification was to take place.

As she slipped into unconsciousness I told her how she would awake, permanentlychanged, never to use or hope to use of her arms again. She tried to struggle,uselessly, as she slipped into a dreamless sleep. And when she awoke, somesix weeks later, she found that what I had told her was true.

I had kept her sedated for so long to allow for the heeling of her new modification.Her hands were now back to back, a short surgical steel bar traveled completelythrough her hands and ended in a large flat disk on the palms of her handswhich held them tightly together. Short of pulling off her hands she couldnot get them apart without another surgical procedure.

I'll not bore you with too many details regarding the surgery except to saythat the holes in her hands, and through which the bar traverse, had been linedwith a Teflon coated plastic so that there would be little possibility of injuryor a reopening of the tissues in her hand. In fact, at the time of her waking,she should have had soft skin tissues already forming around the plastic inher hand.

For the next few hours she begged me to let her go. This was not her intention,she contended. I listened for what seemed like days only to show her the documentthat she had signed. She cried as I made her read it allowed again.

Then, holding her in my arms, I explained to her that I intended on livingup to my end of the bargain and that I knew she intended on living up to herend of it. After only a few more hours of protests, she bowed her head andgave up on convincing me otherwise.

We made love that night, hard passionate love. Her orgasms were huge andloud and filled with the pain that a rough fucking produces. Despite her pleasfor mercy, I fucked her sore red ass, bringing orgasm after orgasm to her torturedbody.

When next she awoke she became aware of her new adornments. Her lips werenow lined with shiny rings, five in each lip. I had placed a small ring throughher septum as well. To each of her new and old rings I had attached six-inchchains that dangled and swung with her every movement.

There was no going back now. I had in mind a complete transformation thatwould turn her into and object of strange proportions. A change that couldnot be accomplished overnight but would take years. And though the task aheadof me seemed daunting, I had time and I had her. Best of all, I had the meansto accomplish this strange vision.

Later that night as I fucked her ass she begged for her release. And thoughshe climaxed time and again she never stopped begging. And in her nearly unintelligiblebegging I hatched a new idea. And as I climaxed, thrusting my cock into hermouth, a new plan formed.

That night she slept in a new slave bed that I had constructed while shewas unconscious and recovering from her last modifications.

The head of the bed had a strap that covered her mouth, wrapping around herhead and thrusting a short phallus into her mouth. Her legs were held spreadwide at the corners with metal shackles. The center of the bed was concaveto ease the stress on her back from the placement of her arms as well as toarch her body as she lay on her chest.

At the foot of the bed was a rod that, when clamped into place, thrust athick phallus into her ass. Another slightly offset phallus was forced intoher sex, as well. Both phalluses vibrated in timed schedules that varied betweenfive, ten and fifteen minute intervals. Immobile and full, she spent the nightin her new slaves bed. I doubt she slept much.

Much of the following few weeks were spent abusing Debbie. By this time Irarely called her by name. She was either bitch or slave. Her beatings wereoften these days as she repeatedly rebelled and begged for her release.

Unfortunately for Debbie, my interests in finding new humiliations were growing.So I decided to begin a new practice.

She whined and cried the first time that I pissed on her food. She had refused,in fact, to eat it the first time. However, a good switching took care of thatrebellion. Still, she sobbed as she ate it. And though I reasoned with her,that it was not much different from drinking my piss, she still sobbed wheneating her piss soaked meal.

It was that night that it was time for her to stop speaking. I no longerthought of her as a woman who I loved. I thought of her as an object of fascination.I saw her as a sex toy that needed alterations. And a new alteration was needed.

First, I tried to make her understand what she was. She was ordered to onlyspeak in barks. The only sounds that were to come from her, in fact, were barkingnoises. She did try; I'll give her that. But still, she whimpered and sobbedall to frequently.

At one point I actually got a tape of dog barking and showed her the barkthat I wanted her to mimic. She was amazingly capable at the mimicry and emulatedit almost exactly. Still, she cried and whimpered from time to time and nothingthat I did could make her stop. And so, after I had researched for my nextintended modification, I marched her into my basement and began the procedure.

When she awoke from her sleep this time she was surprised to see no visiblealterations to her body. I sat beside her as she checked herself over. As shestarted to ask me what it was that I had changed in her she discovered pain.

I explained to her that I had implanted a small device in her throat thatwhen activated created a sharp electrical jolt to her voice box. Activationbeing any sound tone that was not within the right range of frequencies orof too long a duration. The correct frequency and duration, I informed her,was that bark that she had learned so well.

I encouraged her to bark to test it. When she barked correctly she was rewardedby a total lack of pain. Any other sound coming from within her caused an unpleasantpain. From that day forth there were few sounds that came from her save thebarking. To this day barking is her only form of communication.

That night, I fucked her rough and long. Her first several orgasms were ofparticular pleasure to me as they were halted when she moaned or screamed.When she barked or remained silent, on the other hand, they were long and powerfulas always.

I do believe that I climaxed harder that night than any previously. It wasa joy to my ears knowing her severe humiliation at not being able to remainsilent. She tried; I'll give her that. Too often, however, she needed a vocalrelease. So the night was filled with the sound of my barking slave.

After a time, I grew tired of her modifications, as usual. I felt that shewould be better suited with more adornments. After another trip to my basementshe awoke to find her breasts had been severely enlarged.

Shortly after I had enlarged her breasts I had installed several new ringsto her body, as well. She now had four more rings under her breasts. Thesewere the most difficult to install as I had attached them around her ribs.That is, each ring was held, not by skin but by the ribs that they actuallywrapped around. Her labia had been pierced in several places, as had her clitoris.As was my tendency, each ring had a six-inch chain attached to it, to dangleand sway with each movement that she made.

It has been 8 years since I first took her as my slave. She has not utteredword in 4 of those years. And though I removed the device in her throat twoyears ago her only communication is through gestures, her eyes and her barks.

There was a time when I left her in total sensory deprivation for nearlythree months. Her only positive sensations during that time were from her ownbreathing, the water and food that I pumped into her throat via a feeding tube.As for the negative sensations, I will just leave it that she was well cleanedout via special tubing for waste removal.

Since that time she has been the perfect little slave. She never rebelsagainst anything and seems to long for any contact at all. Truly, she seemseager to please. I have not switched her in three years, in fact.

I have made only two more modifications to her that I have not spoken ofyet. I pierced her leg behind her Achilles tendon in two places. In one holeshe has a shiny ring that encircles the tendon on each leg. The other holeis larger and has a heavier ring that passes through it that wraps completelyaround her ankle.

The smaller ring, which merely wraps around her tendon, I have used to bindor hobble her from time to time. The other larger ring is merely for show.Call it jewelry, if you will

This is the end of the journey, at least for me. The rest of her journeylies with you. And that is the whole purpose of this letter, which you arereading. For by writing it I am acknowledging the thing that I have becomeand the thing I was turning her into - a monster.

At one point, I thought that I no longer loved this woman. I realized sometime ago that I do love her. And in loving her I must make certain that shewill be well cared for and well treated. I will not and cannot do so. It isnot in me.

Too late, I realized that I have forever changed her into an unthinking animal,incapable of any normal sort of life without aid. I could undo the changesthat I made to her physically, I imagine. I know, too well, that another tripdown to my basement would not end my cycle, however. I would further transformher despite my realization of my emotions and of what I have become.

It seems, Ryan, that I am no longer in control of myself nor am I able toachieve satisfaction through normal sexual means. I must be brutal and cruelto achieve satisfaction. Though I am no rapist, all the catalyst I appear toneed is a victim who is, at least initially, willing.

Now, through this tale that I have told to you, I am attempting to put rightwhat I created. Through you, I hope to regain something of my humanity. I couldnot trust this to anyone else. You are the most honorable and trustworthy personthat I have met. I thank you for your friendship and all that you are. Andso, here it is, the close to my life and a new beginning for yours and hers.

Ryan, I have already signed papers that will turn my entire state over toyou. This leaves you with a tidy sum of more than fifty million dollars andseveral large properties, including this one. Your signature is all that isneeded to complete the transfer of everything into your name. My lawyer hasthe documentation and will be contacting you within the week.

In the room adjacent to this room you will find her. I ask that you carefor her and treat her well. I know you will.

As for me - worry not. Even as you read this letter I am heading to my finalrefuge in a location that I'll not disclose. If ever I am heard of again itwill be as an addition to the obituary section of some small town newspaper.

Goodbye.

Ryan put down the document and looked up and over at the doorway that ledto the next room. He took the last swig from his glass of scotch. Pushing outhis chair, he stood and strode to the adjoining room.

The girl kneeling girl stood up on her toes and smiled at him. Her body appearedto be in perfect shape. Her breasts were large for her height of five footthree inches and her waist was almost too small and lent an extreme femininequality to her wide hips.

Her brownish red hair draped down to her waist, further feeding the effectof striking femininity. It was striking how the chains seemed to glow againsther dark hair.

"Turn around", he told her.

She obeyed. Her hands were bound exactly as described and as he studied herharder he could see that her arms, if released, would be useless for quitesome time.

Epilogue:

Ryan was true to his friend's beliefs. He quit his job and took to caringfor Debbie. He did not find it difficult or unpleasant.

Much as Jerry had claimed, her only aspiration was to serve and please. Eventually,despite his sense of honor, he soon found him taking her into his bed. He worriedover this, wondering if it was right to let this beautiful creature into hisbed, but he could no longer face her saddened face at not being allowed toplease him.

After only a short time of caring for her he had reversed all of the physicalchanges that Jerry had forced upon her with the exception of her ridiculouslyenlarged breasts and the pins in her heel, having thought it unwise to forceanother surgery on the poor girl.

She gave no notice, positive or otherwise, to the removal of her adornments.It seemed that she was used to frequent change and was willing to accept anythingthat happened to her.

Several years after taking charge of Debbie, she finally uttered her firstword - his name. Jerry surprised himself at how happy he became at her firstutterance. It was almost as if he were a parent experiencing his child's firstwords. Months later they were having long and pleasant, if simple, conversations.

Eventually, Ryan grew to love her. He was not "in love" with her and couldnever be. She was missing all of the key mental and emotional elements thathe needed in a woman. She had no personality and her thought process was thatof a child. For Ryan, she was more like a beloved pet that had to be caredfor.

Still, he was true to her. She filled his physical needs just as he filledall of her needs. And, when such a time came that he would need the companyof others, he could venture out for such company. If he had guests to entertain,he could send her to his room with orders not to disturb him. She never questionedor disobeyed.

One night, as he lay in bed with Debbie in his arms, he thought back to theletter that his friend had written. He found it odd that she had been describedas strong-willed and powerfully intelligent. She showed no sign of any suchthings.

He wondered what his friend had left out of the letter and what he had doneto wipe her mind so clear of any thoughts but servitude.

He looked over at the girl who slept in his arms and whispered to her "WillI ever know what he did to change you into this? Will I ever know how he turnedyou into this willing and subservient child?"

End.