In the heart of the Mayfair district in London, I, Dr. Vivian Caldwell, lived with a dark secret desire that nobody knew about. While my colleagues admired me for my expertise as an orthopaedic doctor and my patients for my caring nature, I had a hidden passion, a sexual need that I kept carefully concealed.
Even at a young age, I admired both, ladies with beautiful legs and gentlemen with powerful limbs, especially when they were injured. I loved the elegance and grace of long, shapely legs and arms protected by beautiful casts, as well as their resilience when using crutches. This fascination became an integral part of my identity, this sexual fetish covered the entire spectrum from the initial injury through the immobilization period and into the rehabilitation phase. From a young age, I wondered whether others shared this unique attraction.
Ironically through my life, while I openly showcased my own long, shapely right leg, I had lost my left leg above the knee during a motorcycle accident almost at the same time I'd written that secret erotic story. It was an event that had forever altered the trajectory of my life. Now, I gracefully moved around with the aid of crutches or my wheelchair.
I refused to see It as a physical challenge, I had perfected the art of carrying myself with grace and beauty, always confident and poised. I was blessed with dark, wavy hair, sensual lips and mysterious green eyes, that over the years had captivated the hearts of some men and women.
Yet, it was my leg, the one I swung gracefully between my crutches, that consistently surprised me over the years with the genuine curiosity and occasional sexual attraction it drew from both men and women. I noticed this fascination within my medical practice as well. I had observed that some of my clients who required leg casts and crutches during their rehabilitation received a similar kind of attention.
Every morning, as I prepared for the day from my wheelchair, I carefully slid beautiful pantyhose along my long leg and over my stump. The sensation against my skin was a delight, a ritual that celebrated my femininity and graceful leg. One morning, as I stood before my mirror in a sleek pencil skirt and 4 inch heel on my right foot, I found myself pondering a rather intriguing thought.
How many people, I wondered, would relish the idea of standing on crutches, or having their leg or arm encased in a cast because of a broken bone. How many would love to experience under the watchful supervision of a doctor like myself to control the severity of the break and the pain felt?
Later on that evening, I reached for my crutches and positioned them under my arms. I moved toward my home office, upon reaching my chair, I leaned my crutches against the wall and with a fluid motion, lowered myself into it.
That evening was the first day of my new identity, I adopted the pen name "Sexy Bone Specialist." Under this alias, I crafted a message that would set my life on an entirely new, unconventional and possibly illegal path.
"Seeking to explore the art of breaking a bone, the beauty of wearing a cast and the complete healing and rehab process," my post began. It was an invitation to a world unknown to most, a world where the boundaries between desire, pain, fetish and professionalism blurred completely.
"As 'Sexy Bone Specialist,' I am a specialist in bone-related conditions and orthopaedic care. With limited pain and meticulous precision, I will break and mend bones to perfection, allowing you to experience the complete journey and beauty of being casted".
"Whether it's long, short, non weight bearing or walking cast that turns you on, or any type of arm cast, I'm here to fulfill your desires. If you desire an experience that transcends the ordinary recreational cast, please contact me for a confidential discussion."
As the post went live on social media, I felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation. I knew that I was venturing into uncharted territory, opening myself up to consequences but also desires I had long kept hidden.
The response was swift and unexpected. Within hours, my inbox was flooded with messages from curious people who were just drawn to the enigmatic "Sexy Bone Specialist." Some were intrigued by the unconventional nature of my services, while others were simply captivated by the mystery surrounding me.
Among the messages, one stood out. It was from a female named Alexandra, who wrote,
"Dear Sexy Bone Specialist, your post has awakened something within me. Since high school I've always admired the strength and beauty of people dealing with a broken leg. I'm intrigued by your unique approach. I'd like to meet and explore this further."
The message from Alexandra had intrigued me like no other. As 'Sexy Bone Specialist, Alexandra's desire had me both excited and apprehensive. She was asking for exactly what I wanted to offer. We decided to meet at a quiet, dimly lit café nestled in the heart of London.
I arrived early, navigating the bustling city streets on my crutches. Dressed impeccably in a beautiful skirt and blouse, my heart pounded with nervousness as I entered the cozy establishment. I selected a discreet corner table, strategically positioned to afford us privacy for our conversation without drawing undue attention.
Minutes later Alexandra walked in. She was petite and graceful with short blond hair and expressive big blue eyes. There was an undeniable aura of quiet confidence about her. I guessed she was mid 20's.
As Alexandra approached our table, I couldn't help but notice how her eyes flickered briefly to my one leg and beautiful red crutches. It was a moment of unspoken connection, a recognition of how much she wanted to be on crutches that seemed to bridge the gap between us right away. We exchanged polite greetings, and she took a seat across from me.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, what do I call you" she said and asked.
"The pleasure is mine, Alexandra and call me Vivian please" I replied with a warm smile, doing my best to maintain my professional composure. I could sense that our connection had deepened in that fleeting moment of recognition that I was an amputee.
"Now, tell me, what brings you here today? Your message was quite intriguing."
Alexandra leaned in slightly, like she was about to tell me a secret, her gaze never wavering from mine.
"I've always been fascinated by the human body's resilience, its capacity to heal and overcome injuries. There's something profoundly beautiful about it. But I've also felt a deep longing to understand the other side, the beautiful side in my eyes, the pain"
As she spoke, I couldn't help but sense the depth of her desires. This wasn't a mere whim; she had done a profound exploration. Alexandra continued, her eyes looked at my crutches with envy, her tongue almost licking her soft lips. Lips that I wanted to kiss if I'm being honest.
"I want to feel that vulnerability before the accident or injury, that's controlled and guided by an expert like you Vivian. I want to experience what it's like to have my leg broken, both the tibia and fibula" She was waiting for my reaction.
"Continue please" I said but wanted to do so much more already.
"I tried recreational casting but it's not the same. I need to feel my bones break, I want to see my beautiful leg bent and useless for a bit. I want to navigate day and evening on crutches, non weight bearing in my full leg cast. Essentially I'm asking for the complete journey of healing, and to emerge stronger on the other side."
Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, I was at a loss for how to respond. This was an extraordinary request, one that pushed the boundaries of both ethics and personal desires. But there was something about Alexandra's sincerity and the intensity in her eyes that drew me in.
"I understand your desire, Alexandra," I said carefully, choosing my words with precision.
"But I must emphasize that what you're asking for is unconventional and carries inherent risks. Safety and consent are paramount in any procedure, even one of this nature. If we decide to move forward, it will be done with meticulous planning, a focus on allowing you to feel some pain and a commitment to your long rehabilitation to regain full usage of your leg."
Alexandra nodded, her gaze unwavering. "I'm fully aware of the risks, Vivian, and I'm willing to proceed with caution and trust in your expertise. I will sign any waiver if needed."
Over the next hour, we discussed the intricacies of the procedure, potential risks, and the emotional toll it might take when she's no longer in a cast and using crutches. Alexandra was remarkably composed, her determination unwavering.
"My fascination with leg casts and crutches, the desire for this experience, comes from...
OMG I really didn't see that coming.
Part 2 to come
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