Toys don't need to move around on their own.

He's almost perfect. There's just one thing. A good pussy doesn't need limbs. "There's just one last thing till you're the perfect little toy, I know it'll look bad, just trust me and it won't hurt." When the remote is clicked, nothing seems to change at first. Then, thin lines form around his shoulders and thighs. When they fully circle around, his limbs all go limp. Dorian cries out as he tries to move them to no avail. You start with his right arm, twisting it firmly around. Just like a spare part, it screws out harmlessly. Dorian is thrashing, trying so hard to bite you despite his uncooperative mouth. Soon, all of his limbs are removed and scattered across the floor. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Dorian can do nothing but whimper.

You untie Dorian and pick him up. You carry him, cradled like a baby, inside. He is so light now, nothing can stop you from using him as much as you want.