Help me chapter 2

Help me...
Chapter 2

I placed the order clearly without knowing at the time the consequence of my action physically, emotionally and sexually. Some people would pay with broken limbs and others with their life from the choice I made.

To my amazement, the delivery was scheduled within the next four hours. The efficiency of the service astounded me, it seemed that the future had truly arrived at my doorstep. As the clock ticked away, I couldn't help but imagine the arrival of this unique AI assistant. Would she truly embody the sophistication and style that Bella's virtual projections promised?

The possibilities danced in my mind, creating anticipation until the doorbell finally rang, I grabbed my walking stick, locked my brace into place and kinda rushed to answer, and there she stood...My AI wardrobe specialist, a vision of modern elegance and technology. With her perfectly tailored dress, strikingly human-like features, and an air of intelligence and sexiness, she looked like a girlfriend for all occasions.

"Hello, Miriam, so nice to meet you in person I'm at your service," she greeted with a courteous nod then a kiss on my cheek, she had totally captured my attention online. But in person I couldn't help but be captivated by the seamless blend of technology and humanity standing before me.

It was as if Bella had stepped out of the virtual realm and into my life.

"Welcome, and thank you for the speedy delivery," I responded, not sure what to say, feeling strangely nervous in her presence. It was surreal to see her in the flesh, well do we call it flesh? Fake AI flesh? a testament to the advancements in artificial intelligence the ad said.

With a gentle smile she asked for permission and walked into my walking closet. She began to showcase her capabilities right away. She effortlessly analyzed my existing wardrobe, providing insights into potential combinations, styles, deletion and replacements. The synergy between her virtual world attached to a quantum computer and my real-world suggestions created a seamless fashion experience for me.

I realized that this wasn't just about clothing; it was about the intersection of technology, personal expression and life companion. Bella, my AI wardrobe specialist, would become more than just a virtual assistant, she would be a companion in my life.

An uneasy feeling lingered beneath the surface. The quirks in Bella's beta version, though possibly charming in their own way, whispered of a mysterious and unpredictable side. Bella was about to dive into the depths of my closet once again, but this time, I needed to share a crucial piece of information with her.

"Bella," I began, my voice carrying a blend of anticipation and concern, "I have an important presentation at my school, I'm going for the vice principal job. It's a predominantly male committee, and I want to make a lasting impression. Do you think we can focus on professional attire and accessories that convey confidence and distract from my crippled leg?"

Bella, always attentive to my needs, acknowledged the significance of the upcoming presentation.

"Absolutely, Miriam. Your professional success is of utmost importance. Let's choose outfits that show both professionalism and confidence."

I was disappointed in her answer, it sounded too...official...standard answer. She meticulously categorized each garment, considering styles, colours, and textures that would align seamlessly with a professional setting.

"I've taken the liberty of grouping your items to emphasize your elegance and beauty," Bella explained, her blue eyes reflecting a genuine desire to assist. "Now, let's explore combinations that will leave a lasting impact on your audience."

Again Bella suggested tailored suits, elegant dresses, and polished accessories. Her insights into colour coordination and style demonstrated a keen understanding of both fashion and professional etiquette.

"Miriam, she interjected with a gentle enthusiasm, "both your long legs are a remarkable feature, and we can leverage them to create a powerful yet sophisticated presence. Let's explore ways to accentuate your crippled leg instead of hiding it."

That was a new approach and I loved it. I appreciated her attention to detail, I nodded, intrigued by the idea of using my crippled leg as a unique asset. She suggested a sophisticated pencil skirt in a deep burgundy, paired with a crisp white blouse. The fabric of the blouse was chosen for its elegance, comfort and tight fitting against my breasts.

Then a new tactics experience when she gently adjusted the pantyhose, her long, graceful fingers moving with precision. The fabric glided over my skin, her fingers a perfect sexual tease. Her blue eyes met mine, and she smiled.

Bella didn't stop there, she moved towards my left leg brace, her long fingers showing a dexterity that surpassed most boyfriend I ever had. As she refitted the brace over my long leg, her touch sent waves between my legs.

I was speechless and so wet. She added low heels that provided balance and a delicate necklace that accentuated the neckline of the blouse.

"You look absolutely stunning, Miriam."

I stood and she gave me my cane. I couldn't help but appreciate the intimacy of the moment, realizing that Bella was not just a virtual wardrobe specialist but a potential lover who cared about the details that mattered. She then leaned over and kissed me.

I felt the heat from her kiss on my cheeks, from her soft lips just inches away from mine. My heart was racing as I tried to take in every sensation. She began gently caressing my face and breasts. The soft touch of her fingers felt like an electric shock on my erect nipples. I laid down on the bed.

She ran her hands up my right leg, gently rubbing my strong calf and thigh.I felt her touch against my pantyhose, so soft and delicate, making my body erupt and moans escaping my lips as she rubbed my right leg, I could feel the heat from her hands and the sensation of her fingertips sliding along my skin was an exhilarating experience.

While my hand slid inside my pantyhose, she switched to rubbing my crippled leg, I could see her touch my long leg brace. The gentle pressure of her fingers made my body shudder with excitement, I was close. I wanted her to continue, to explore every inch of my crippled leg as she touched and rubbed it.

She forcefully removed my hand and slid her own fingers inside me. I shuddered and trembled with sexual pleasure. The warmth from her touch on my clitoris and the pressure of her fingers through the brace was an experience that I couldn't get enough of.

I wanted more, to feel every inch of my crippled leg as it was rubbed and caressed by her skilful fingers. She leaned over me and whispered in my ear...

"Have you ever considered experimenting with something uniquely different, sensual and oh so sexy? Perhaps something like a long leg cast and crutches?"

Her fingers were burning against my clitoris when the orgasm started shaking my whole body she added casually...

"I could even break your leg if you asked me"

OMG, Help me...
Chapter 3 to come

K