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Steffie... 2.0 Chapter 3
Steffie... 2.0
Chapter 3
Nicole resumed her work, her hands moving with renewed purpose as she applied the final layers of fibreglass. When she finished, she sat back, admiring her work. "There you go. One long leg cast, better than any you'd get in a hospital."
I couldn't stop staring at it. The glossy black fibreglass hugged my long and shapely leg perfectly, from the base of my foot to the top of my thigh bent at the knee. It was a perfect representation of the beauty I craved for in a leg cast, even without the pain I often yearned for.
Nicole leaned back on her heels, watching me with a knowing smile. "You look like you're in love with it." She said and before I could respond, her fingers brushed against my exposed toes, trailing gently over them. The sensation sent a shiver up my spine, equal parts tender and electric. Her touch lingered, almost reverent, she was as captivated by the cast as I was.
"You know," she moaned quietly, her gaze flickering up to meet mine, "I understand why this excites you so much. There's something... raw about it. Vulnerable."
Her hand rested lightly on the edge of the cast, her thumb tracing the boundary where fibreglass met my skin. "And these poor toes, completely exposed, so delicate and out in the open. Remember when I broke your ankle...how easy it would be to..."
I felt heat rising to my cheeks, her words and touch stirring something within me. Nicole's fascination mirrored my own, and in that moment, it was as if she could see every hidden desire for more.
I ran my fingers over the smooth, hard surface, feeling a thrill rush through me. She stood, wiping her hands on a towel. "Just take care of it, and let me know if you need any adjustments. Or... if you need anything else. You know I'm here for you"
As I stood, balancing on my crutches, Nicole stepped closer, brushing a kiss against my lips.
My heart pounded, heat that suddenly radiated through my body. Her first kiss was soft and gentle, barely touching lips against lips. But it was enough to ignite a fire within me, and I deepened the kiss, my tongue slipping into Nicole's mouth. Nicole responded eagerly, her hands moving to my back, pulling me closer while I kept my balance on my crutches, my hard cast between her legs.
With my crutches under my arms, my fingers fumbled with the buttons of Nicole's blouse, finally managing to slip it off her shoulders. I ran my hands over her bare skin, feeling the softness and the warmth beneath my fingertips. She made a soft sound in the back of her throat, a sound that sent a jolt of desire through me like it did years ago.
She stepped back, her eyes never leaving me. She slowly unbuttoned her own pants, letting them fall to the floor. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of Nicole, her body bare and beautiful.
She gestured to the couch, a small smile playing on her lips. "Sit down and rest your broken leg..."
I complied, my eyes never leaving Nicole. She moved, took away my crutches and stood between my cast and leg, her hands removing my blouse. She leaned in, her lips finding the sensitive neck. She kissed and nibbled, her hands moving to cup my breasts through my bra. I arched into the touch, a soft gasp escaping my lips.
She then climbed over my hard cast, then she unhooked my bra, her fingers teasing my nipples until they were hard and aching. I squirmed beneath her, my breath coming in short gasps. I imagined the pain I would feel if my leg was actually broken. Her hands moved lower, her fingers found the dampness between my legs, her touch sending a shock wave of pleasure through my body.
"You're so wet, Steffie," Nicole murmured, her voice low and husky. "So ready for me."
I nodded, my breath hitching in my throat. "Yes, mistress Nicole. Please..."
Her fingers slipped inside me, her thumb finding the sensitive nub at the top. I cried out, my hips bucking against her hand. She smiled, her eyes dark with desire.
"Not yet," she murmured.
I whimpered, my body aching with need. Her fingers continue their slow exploration. I could feel the pleasure building within me. Her lips found me, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I moaned out of control, my hands going to Nicole's large breasts. My orgasm hit me like a wave, my body convulsing with pleasure. I cried out, my nails digging into her back. She continued to move in and out drawing out my pleasure.
In the back of the Uber, the weight of the cast, the memory of Nicole's touch, and the quiet exhilaration coursing through me were almost too much to bear. For the first time since meeting Ethan, I felt truly alive with my hand on my cast.
I had the house to myself. The late afternoon sunlight poured through the windows, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floor. I moved slowly, deliberately, the crutches tucked under my arms, each step a careful balance of grace and weightlessness. The sleek black cast on my leg, contrasting with the high gloss of my sexy, bodysuit, it was my Halloween Catwoman suit.
The suit was a masterpiece. The jet-black material clung to me like a second skin, every curve emphasized by the precision stitching that highlighted my breasts, hips and waist. The open-back design offered a tantalizing glimpse of skin, while the zipper, pulled up just high enough, added a hint of mystery.
On my crutches, I felt powerful, sexy, and so alive.
I had been lost in the sensation, reveling in the faint creak of the crutches and the way the cast felt against my body, when the sound of the front door opening snapped me back to reality.
"Stephanie?" Ethan's voice called out.
My heart stopped, the crutches pausing mid-step. I hadn't expected him until tomorrow. The living room suddenly felt too open, too exposed, but there was no time to retreat. As I turned toward the doorway, Ethan walked in, his smile bright and boyish. But the moment his eyes fell on me, it faltered, replaced by something I couldn't quite decipher. His gaze swept over me, from the Catwoman suit hugging every inch of my body, my very hard nipples, the crutches under my arms and finally, the cast that immobilized my left leg from mid foot all the way up my thigh.
"Oh my god Steffie..." he began. "What happened? How did you break your leg?"
I could see the confusion etched on his face, his brow furrowing as he stepped closer. The warmth in his hazel eyes shifted to concern. I smiled, keeping my tone light.
"It's nothing," I said, the words almost playful. "Just an... experiment?"
"An experiment?" His voice was tinged with disbelief as he stopped a few feet from me.
"How badly are you hurt? When did you break your leg"
"Not in the way you think," I replied, my lips curling into a seducing smile.
He tilted his head, studying me, his confusion evident. I didn't offer any further explanation, leaving the air between us heavy with unanswered questions. I could feel his gaze lingering, tracing the line of the cast, the curve of my hips in the bodysuit, the faint sheen of sweat on my brow from crutching.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, it was charged, thick with unspoken thoughts and unacknowledged pure sexual desires. Ethan's lips parted as though he wanted to say something, but no words came. What I didn't know was that he had his own sexual fetish.
I shifted my weight, the crutches creaking softly beneath me. "Surprised?" I asked, breaking the sexual tension with a smile. His eyes snapped up to meet mine, and for the briefest moment, something flickered in them, something I couldn't quite place but that felt familiar, like recognition.
"Yeah," he finally said, his voice low. "Surprised is one way to put it, my sexy Catwoman."
The way he said it, half teasing, half breathless, sent a shiver through me. I smiled, leaning a little more into the crutches, letting the deliberate sway of my hips speak for me. Ethan's gaze followed every movement, equal parts intrigued and captivated.
We moved to the couch, though I didn't sit right away. Instead, I crutched slowly back and forth in front of him, demonstrating how the cast and crutches demanded precision. The soft click of the rubber tips against the hardwood floor filled the room, mingling with the gentle hum of his breath.
"This..." I began, pausing mid-step and letting the weight of my words settle. "This is something I've needed and done for a long time. Sometime recreational like this cast but often I needed a medical cast to calm my sexual fetish needs"
Ethan leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his expression open but cautious.
"Recreational and medical casts. It's not only about pain. It's about... vulnerability. Control. The way it forces me to move and dress differently and still be sexy and attractive. The cast, the crutches, it's all part of it.
"Medical cast? You mean broken bones?"
Steffie... 2.0
Chapter 4 to come
Tuesday, January 14, 2025
Steffie... 2.0 chapter 2
Steffie... 2.0
Chapter 2
When Ethan came home later, he found me on the couch, wrapped in a soft cashmere throw, the crutches hidden away again. I had poured myself a glass of red wine, its deep crimson reflecting the low, flickering candlelight. My hair was loose, falling in soft waves around my shoulders, and I had changed into a simple black slip dress.
I smiled at him, playing the role of the perfect, older girlfriend, leaning in just enough to seem engaged in the moment. But my mind was elsewhere, spinning like a carousel of forbidden fantasies.
My fingers rubbing my left leg, slow and deliberate, as if savouring the feel of it in a hard cast again. A soft warmth spread between my legs, my pulse quickening with each memory replayed from earlier that evening, the rhythm of me on my crutches, the subtle sway of my lean body as I balanced, the gentle thud of rubber tips against the floor.
I imagined the weight of the cast, its firm, inescapable embrace around my broken leg, and the vulnerability that came with it. I felt a flush creep over me as the thought of my own future broken bones and the accompanying sensations danced through my mind. The muted ache, the stillness, the undeniable restriction... yes...it was intoxicating.
Each detail sent a thrill down my spine, making my breathing shallow, my chest rising and falling just enough to catch Ethan's fleeting glance. He wouldn't understand, not fully. But that only made the secret sweeter, like a flame I was desperate to keep alive.
The whisper had become a voice, and I knew it wouldn't be silenced.
The following night, Ethan, noticed the change in me almost immediately. He's always been attentive, sometimes too much so, as though problems were puzzles he was eager to solve instead of allowing them the space to breathe.
I sat on the couch again, my left leg stretched out in front of me, stiff and unmoving, as though in a long pink cast this time. The pose felt natural, comforting in a way I couldn't yet explain to him, but my heart beat a little faster when Ethan walked into the room.
"What's going on, Steffie? Are you okay?" he asked, his tone curious but tinged with concern. His eyes scanned me, looking at my leg, looking for some visible injury, his instinct to fix things already kicking in.
I hesitated, my fingers grazing the seam of my yoga pants, imagining the thick, unyielding texture of a cast beneath them. How could I even begin to explain this pull, this sexual desire that had taken root again, yet felt like it had always been there.
I shrugged, forcing a small smile. "Just thinking about how fragile we are."
Ethan sat down next to me, his presence warm and steady, his brows drawing together in that way they always did when something didn't add up. I could feel his attention zero in on me, but I wasn't ready to look at him while his long fingers caressed my pretended broken leg.
I kept my gaze fixed on the faint pattern of one of my crutches on the area rug as I said, almost too casually, "One of my employees, Amelia, came into work with a broken leg. Tore her Achilles too. She has this full leg cast, black, all the way up her leg and she will be using crutches to get around for 12 weeks possibly."
Ethan's brow furrowed, and I could sense the gears turning in his mind. He leaned back slightly, giving me space to continue.
"The poor thing looked so vulnerable," I added softly like any normal person would, my voice trailing off as the image of Amelia replayed in my mind, naked on my bed wearing only her black cast in my dreams.
"But also... strong. Graceful, even, despite the ugly cast on her leg." Almost testing the water.
He studied me for a moment, his head tilting from my leg, just enough to show he wasn't entirely sure where this was going. "That must be rough for her," he said finally, his tone cautious, careful not to say the wrong thing.
I nodded, my heart pounding, though I wasn't sure if it was from relief that he didn't press further or disappointment. There was a strange comfort in the idea of sharing this part of myself, but I wasn't ready. Not yet.
Ethan let the conversation drop, reaching for the remote to turn on the TV. I exhaled slowly, grateful for the reprieve but still lost in the quiet storm of my thoughts related to my future broken leg.
Ethan had been gone for only two days, and already, the quiet of the house seemed to amplify the restless energy inside me. A week alone, the perfect opportunity to indulge in the urge I had buried for so long. I couldn't resist any longer, even if it meant starting with a recreational cast.
I reached out to Nicole Boudreaux, a nurse I knew all too well, not just as a former client, but as an ex-girlfriend. We had shared a brief, intense relationship years ago, one filled with moments of tenderness, passion and pain, though it had ended amicably. Nicole was a petite blond hair woman with a lovely smile that had always drawn me to her.
When I explained what I needed, her response was immediate and without judgment. "Come by my place tomorrow. I'll take care of it," she said, her tone warm but laced with curiosity.
The next afternoon, I found myself in Nicole's cozy home. The air smelled faintly of lavender, and her living room was just as I remembered, simple, with a soft beige couch and framed family photos on the walls. A portable medical kit was already set up on the coffee table, next to a roll of black fibreglass casting tape.
"You haven't changed much," Nicole said, giving me a small smile as she set up her materials.
I laughed softly, settling into the couch. "Neither have you. Still as confident and beautiful as ever."
Her smile deepened and she leaned over kissing me. She gestured for me to stretch out my left leg on the ottoman. She knelt beside me, her hands brushing against my skin as she positioned my leg. The contact sent a familiar warmth coursing through me, and for a moment, the years melted away.
She began wrapping my leg in soft cotton padding, starting at my toes and working her way up to my thigh. Her hands were steady and deliberate, her touch both professional and intimate.
"You're still so good at this."
Nicole glanced up at me, her blue eyes sparkling. "I've had a lot of practice. But I have to admit, it's been a while since I've done one for fun. You were my last one"
When she picked up the roll of black fibreglass, she hesitated for a moment, looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite read. "Are you sure about this, Steffie?"
"Absolutely," I said, my voice firm but breathless.
She dipped the roll into a bowl of water, and the sound of the fibreglass activating sent a shiver down my spine. As she began wrapping the material over the padding, smoothing it with her gloved hands, I felt an intoxicating mix of exhilaration and sexual tension.
"You're staring," Nicole teased, her voice tinged with amusement.
I smiled, unable to look away. "I can't help it, I remember when those same hands broke my ankle."
Her hands paused for a moment, and she looked up at me, her face inches from mine. There was sexual tension in the air, thick and electric, and before I could think twice, I leaned forward. Our lips met, soft and tentative at first, then deepening into something more as the familiarity of her taste and touch washed over me.
When we finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, and she was smiling. "Some good things never change, I remember so clearly the sound your broken ankle made my love" she murmured, brushing her fingers lightly against my cheek.
I licked my lips softly, my pulse racing.
Steffie... 2.0
Chapter 3 to come