Friday, May 31, 2024
Mom & Daughter chapter 8
Mom & Daughter
Chapter 8
From Sarah POV
"I feel so...vulnerable...Should I?" you whisper, your voice laced with pleasure, desire and sexual need.
I reposition my wheelchair slightly closer and answer,
"Yes you should Dave, because your ankle is very, very vulnerable right now, years ago I broke Dominique wrist, by accident and tonight..." I slide your foot between my legs...leaning in closer, so close that our faces are touching, I moan kissing your lips.
I whisper, "I love the way it makes you so dependent on me, how everything revolves tonight around my touch and my decisions."
We stay close, breathing each other in, I kiss your lips as your legs open wider, inviting me. I kiss you harder and at the same time my hand moves to your penis and strokes you. I lean in even closer in my wheelchair and kiss you deeply, my hand continuing to rub you. Then I let your dripping penis and move to your ankle.
"Can you feel my fingers touching your ankle Dave?"
"Every sensation is magnified ten times, your touch feels like electricity running through my veins, like you are connected to every part of my body all at once. Just the slightest twist in your hand and I'm at your complete whim..." You said
I nod, my fingers tightening just a bit around your foot, my grip slowly increasing in strength and slightly twist your ankle. Your skin tightens against my fingers, your muscles tensing in anticipation and pain.
"Oh god, are you going to do it Sarah?"
"Maybe..."
I press just a little harder, my fingers turning it slightly, twisting your ankle against your ligaments wishes. My thumb tracing a circle over your ankle, as I lean in close to your face.
"You have no idea how great you're making me feel. I've never felt so close before."
I whisper into your ear, the words sounding more like a caress than a sentence. "I love it, being the one with power and control, watching your ankle bend and fall apart with just my touch..."
I pause for a second, my eyes locked on yours. You are looking back at me, curiosity mixing with the sexual excitement as you wait for my next move. I don't disappoint you. With a sudden snap, I twist your foot past the no return point, applying a tremendous amount of pressure to your lower leg. Your body jolts with surprise as the ligaments snap with a sharp rip, followed by a loud, echoing crack as your tibia and fibula crack.
You let out an incredible moan of agony, your body shaking from the pain. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you try to manage the pain.
"Not yet...Stand up Dave on your sexy leg"
My words echoed with pleasure in your ears, you struggled to stand on your broken ankle. Another cracking sound confirms that your leg is broken. An explosive pain goes down his leg, every nerve in his body firing at once, his body shuddering.
"Now sit on the couch, elevate your broken leg" I lean back in my wheelchair looking at his satisfaction, watching him struggle lifting his leg with his pain and the pleasure mingling in his eyes.
Your broken leg is clearly painful, but your mind is still clouded with desire as you look up at me, your eyes glazed with desire already thinking of months in a leg cast.
"My leg...it's really broken..."
"Yes, it absolutely is. Can you see the broken bones?" I say, leaning down close to your leg and tracing the broken tibia and fibula with my finger, brushing gently over them.
Your body tenses as I brush over the damaged bones, but you can't help but moan slightly, the pain and pleasure of my touch sending his body into a state of euphoric sexual pleasure cumming out of control from the intensity.
"Oh god...it hurts sooooo much...but it feels so good..."
"There's this masquerade ball this Saturday at my restaurant. It's a black and white masquerade ball, the theme is dark and secretive, and guests wear masks to keep their identities hidden." There's a pause, I'm waiting for him to say more.
"So you should come, and wear something sexy. I will obviously have a new accessory and I want to be masked and anonymous with you, I want to be able to take you in the darkest corner of the masquerade ball and have my way with you."
"But my dear Dave, you will be a full leg cast and crutches...you really think you can have your way with me?" Dave realizes the reality of his broken leg and the impact it'll have on his plans, but the sexual desire in his eyes is clear and undeniable he wants me.
"Yes, I'll be fine on crutches, the pain should be manageable once I get my first medical cast. And honestly, you'll be so distracting and beautiful in your wheelchair, I won't even notice my broken leg. So are you coming?"
"I will come with my +1 being my daughter"
"You're bringing your daughter? How old is she?" Dave suddenly realizes something, he looks a little nervous and excited. It can't be...He clears his throat before trying to speak firmly.
"Oh, she'll fit in perfectly with us. Just imagine the power dynamics!"
"Well, I'm sure she will enjoy the event. Everyone will be wearing masks, so there won't be any need to worry about her identity. Plus, everyone will be focused on the theme and the fun, not on any one person."
"Oh Dave, that would be great! Hannah will absolutely love the masquerade ball and be a perfect fit with us, trust me. She's always been curious and adventurous, and she loves to explore new things." I hesitate to tell him about her cast and crutches, her love for fetishes.
"Hannah? What a lovely name" He said knowing how close he came to major problems.
I pull out my phone and quickly dial 911, my voice urgent and loud.
"Hi, I need an ambulance immediately. My partner felt and his leg is broken and he is in a lot of pain."
Chapter 9
to come
K
Thursday, May 30, 2024
Wednesday, May 29, 2024
Mom & Daughter chapter 7
Mom & Daughter
Chapter 7
From Sarah POV
As I prepared to meet Dave at his place, I could feel excitement within me. Dressing up always felt like an art form to me, a way to express myself and set the tone for the evening but if I would have known...Maybe I...
After careful consideration, I settled on a navy blue dress paired with a delicate silver necklace and a pair of classic black pumps that complemented the dress perfectly. As I looked in the mirror sitting in my chair, adjusting my hair I smiled at the anticipation of the evening ahead. Choosing the right outfit was not just about looking good but also to be ready for whatever the night had in store for us.
As I wheeled out of my room, Hannah greeted me with a wide smile, leaning on her crutches, her long red cast in full display. "Mom, you look amazing!" Her eyes lit up with curiosity while she moved closer to me, she was so graceful on her crutches.
"Thank you, sweetheart. I have a date tonight with Dave at his place," I replied, adjusting the black pump when my foot slid off the footrest of my wheelchair as I spoke. The contrast between Hannah's vibrant red cast and my sleek wheelchair added a unique dynamic to the scene. Hannah's smile widened as she glanced at my legs and then back at me, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
"Well, you look stunning, Mom. He is a lucky man. Have a great time," She leaned down and kissed me while her cast rubbed against my leg.
As I rolled towards the door, the subtle clink of Hannah's crutches echoed in the hallway. The contrast between our mobility aids, her crutches symbolizing temporary limitation, my past and my wheelchair a more long-term accessibility.
As I arrived at Dave's place, the first thing that caught my attention was the accessibility ramp leading up to his front door. It was a thoughtful touch, making it easier for me to navigate in my wheelchair. The smooth slope of the ramp indicated that Dave had taken the time to consider the needs of all his guests, regardless of mobility.
Rolling up the ramp, I appreciated the effort put into creating an inclusive space. The wide entrance and spacious interior further reinforced the welcoming atmosphere. It was reassuring to see that I wouldn't encounter any barriers or obstacles during our evening together.
Upon entering, Dave greeted me warmly, his eyes lighting up as he noticed my outfit and high heels while I navigated in my wheelchair. The ramp had set a positive tone for the evening, signalling that our date would be comfortable and enjoyable for both of us.
As Dave swung the door wide open, my eyes widened in surprise and admiration. His left leg was wrapped in an old recreational cast, secured with velcro straps. It was an unexpected but intriguing sight, blending some fetishes with the beauty of his leg cast and a touch of style in my wheelchair.
"Wow, Dave, your cast looks amazing on you" I exclaimed, unable to hide my fascination with the rest of him.
He chuckled warmly. "Thanks! It's my latest accessory. But enough about me. You look stunning, Sarah. That dress really brings out your eyes."
I blushed at the compliment, feeling a surge of confidence. "Thank you!."
The second lovely surprise was that he was wearing a leather skirt that hugged elegantly, paired with black pantyhose and a crisp white blouse. The ensemble was completed with stiletto sandal on his good foot, while he leaned casually on his crutches.
The combination of the medical cast and the fashionable clothes was unexpected yet intriguing. It showcased Dave's unique sense of style and his ability to embrace more than one fetish at a time. As he welcomed me inside, I couldn't help but admire his confidence and the way he effortlessly incorporated his cast into his new look and walked on one high heel shoe.
We exchanged smiles, each appreciating the effort the other had put into their appearance. As we made our way around his place, I couldn't help but feel excited about the evening ahead, curious to see where the night would take us.
"Your place looks great," I commented, admiring the cozy ambience of his home.
"Thanks" flashing a charming smile. "Make yourself comfortable."
We settled into conversation, exchanging stories and getting to know each other better. The atmosphere was relaxed and inviting, making it easy to enjoy each other's company.
As the evening progressed, I found myself drawn to Dave's witty humour and genuine kindness. There was a natural chemistry between us, a connection that seemed to grow stronger with each moment we shared.
Facing him inches from his legs, I leaned down in my wheelchair and I took Dave's cast in my hands, cradling it gently like a precious jewel. I ran my thumbs gently over the sleek short leg cast, watching him closely as I did so. I noticed his eyes were fixed on my hands and fingers, his lips parted slightly, breath catching in his throat while I rubbed his exposed toes.
"Um..." Dave started, a touch of nervousness in his voice.
"There's something I've been wanting to tell you..." He trails off briefly as if searching for the right words. I watch him closely, not breaking eye contact but with a smile.
"It's not really, um..." He pauses again, seeming to struggle to find the right way to say what's on his mind.
I wait patiently, my heart beating fast, my body craving to hear what he's about to reveal.
"It's kinda weird..." he suddenly says, a tinge of shame in his voice. I nod, still studying him closely, my gaze piercing as I wait for him to go on. Sliding my fingers up and down his leg cast and pantyhose. His erection was obvious and beautiful.
"I'm so excited sexually that you broke your legs and tore your ligaments so often that you are a wheelchair user and...I've been fantasizing about being in a medical cast... To actually break my own leg or ankle all my life." He said and I stared at him, almost licking my lips.
"Well Dave my turn, I'm absolutely attracted to you, and I love the idea of you being in a cast. It's like...a sexual fantasy of mine. The thought of you being restricted and vulnerable turns me on so much. I can already picture us together: Me in my wheelchair, you propped up on crutches, me caressing your broken limb, holding you close, and taking charge of your every movement."
I lean back in my wheelchair and start to caress my breasts, my eyes locked on his, a mischievous smile spreading across my lips as I see the effect my words are having on you and my fingers on my breasts, my nipples bursting through the fabric of my dress.
"I want you to lick you so hard...while in a medical cast, and I want you to be totally at my mercy," I tease him softly, my voice dripping with sexuality and dominance.
I can feel your body responding to my words, all your attention focused on me, fixated on my long crippled legs, on the power I now hold over you. I slowly roll over to you, getting even closer and closer until we are only inches apart, a lovely smile on my face.
"Take off those pantyhose Dave" and you obey quickly.
Your legs are bare and exposed to me, vulnerable and helpless. I gently take hold of your cast again and carefully begin to remove the velcro straps, as I begin to remove your cast, you feel a rush of relief sweep over you, a sense of freedom until I can finally extract your leg, free from the cast, free from any protection. I take a deep breath as I hold your leg in my warm hands, the sensation is amazing for you that a sexy and crippled woman totally understands your needs on multiple levels.
"Oh, god...that feels so good," you let out a long exhale, as an expression of relief washes over your face.
"I know, I loved taking it off, skin against skin" I whisper coyly, playing with the 2 parts of your rec cast for a few seconds. I take your leg in my hands, I slide my long fingers along your legs, tracing the shape of your thighs, brushing over the muscles, and moving lower, inching towards your left ankle, my ankle.
As I arrive at your ankle, you feel my grip tightening ever so slightly, and I lean in closer, pressing your foot against my breasts, my nipples against your foot.
"Oh Sarah..." you say softly, your muscles tense as you watch my movements closely, precum dripping.
"I love admiring the beauty of a male leg and ankle, the complexity of it movement" I respond coyly, my palms slowly rubbing and massaging your ankle and foot.
I wrap my fingers around your foot, caressing it gently, the warmth of my hands radiating against your totally exposed limb.
"I feel so...vulnerable...Should I?" you whisper, your voice laced with pleasure, desire and sexual need.
I reposition my wheelchair slightly and answer,
"Yes you should Dave, because your ankle is very, very vulnerable right now, years ago I broke Dominique wrist and tonight..." I slide your foot between my legs...
Chapter 8
To come
K
Tuesday, May 28, 2024
Monday, May 27, 2024
Mom & Daughter Chapter 6
Mom & Daughter
Chapter 6
From Dave POV
I find myself unable to shake the image of Sarah from my mind. Her presence lingers, like an enchanting melody playing on repeat in my thoughts. It's not just her looking so lovely sitting in her wheelchair that captivates me, though it's a part of her unique charm. It's the way she carries herself with grace and confidence, the way her smile lights up the room, and the way she effortlessly combines elegance with strength.
Those legs, her sexy long leg and her high heels, seem to defy any limitations, each pushed in her chair with her strong and well defined arms is a testament to pure determination. I can't help but admire her for embracing her mobility aid as a symbol of empowerment rather than a hindrance. It's a refreshing perspective that fits perfectly in my attraction to fetishes.
When I get quiet moments, I find myself replaying our interactions in my mind, each memory etched with vivid detail. From our first meeting to the moments shared at the restaurant, Sarah's presence leaves a lasting impression. Her passion for life, her openness to new experiences, and her ability to find joy in every situation are qualities that draw me to her more with each passing day.
As clients step into my restaurant, I greet them with a warm smile and a welcoming gesture.
"Good evening, welcome to La Fine Bouche," I say, gesturing towards an available table.
"Please, have a seat."
One of the clients, Ms. Thompson responds with a smile, "Thank you, Dave. It's lovely to be here."
"It's my pleasure," I reply. Despite focusing on their needs, thoughts of Sarah linger in the back of my mind, distracting from my usual hospitality. As I glance at the reservation list, my attention is drawn to the entrance where two lovely young women step out of an Uber van. One of them reaches into the trunk and retrieves a pair of crutches.
Curiosity piques as I observe them, wondering about their story and the reason for the crutches. It's not something you see every day, and I make a mental note to ensure their dining experience is comfortable and accommodating. I wonder if the reason for the crutches is a sprain or a break?
I notice a lovely young woman in her twenties struggling to slide her cast out of the back seat of the minivan. She's dressed in tight-fitting jeans and a stylish top, her long brown hair flowing freely around her shoulders. Her outfit exudes a casual yet chic vibe, adding to the vibrant atmosphere of the evening. I make a mental note to ensure her dining experience is as delightful as her appearance suggests.
The young woman, with her long brown hair cascading down her shoulders, is in a full red leg cast that looks brand new. She leans lightly on a pair of crutches, her position indicating that she's in a non-weight-bearing cast. The cut off of her jeans reveal the full length and thickness of the cast, which rises up her whole leg. The cast is smooth and looks so good on her and it's so long that it completely hides her left leg leaving only her little toes exposed. Then our eyes cross for a few seconds...
Despite the cast and crutches, she moves gracefully, even if the cast is new, being on crutches is not for her. She carries herself with an air of resilience, her gaze steady and determined. The vibrant red of the cast stands out against her outfit, I feel a unique sexual attraction towards her.
As she navigates the restaurant, it's clear she loves the challenges. She carries herself with confidence, her crutches steady and her gait smooth. She also seems to be enjoying all the looks she's getting, her red leg cast drawing attention everywhere she goes. People's curiosity is clearly peaked, seeing her in this unusual situation. She makes an effort to respond graciously, smiling at the occasional glance from strangers. It's clear that she's enjoying the novelty of it all and feels comfortable with being in this position.
As I observe the young woman moving gracefully on her crutches, there's an undeniable sense of familiarity in her movements. It's as if she's in her element, effortlessly navigating the space with a combination of skill and ease. The way she adjusts her balance and moves around obstacles speaks volumes about her experience with crutches. There's a fluidity to her movements that can only come from someone who has spent considerable time using them. It's not just about practicality; there's a certain elegance in the way she handles the crutches similar to the way Sarah is using her wheelchair and not the other way around.
As I listen in on their conversation, I hear the three women refer to the tall one on crutches as Hannah. They speak with warmth and familiarity, exchanging anecdotes and laughter as they settle into their seats.
Their conversation flows effortlessly, touching on various topics with Hannah occasionally sharing stories about her experiences on crutches...and a difficult married life. There's a sense of camaraderie and support among the women, adding to the lively atmosphere of the restaurant.
I observe Hannah as she gracefully navigates the restaurant on her crutches, her cast floating slightly above the ground, weaving through tables and guests with ease. It's clear that she's not letting her injury hold her back, embracing the mobility aids as tools that allow her to continue enjoying life to the fullest, even with a badly broken leg.
As she passes by me, I notice the waft of her perfume and swear it's the same one Sarah wears. I take a moment to catch her eye, recognizing something familiar about her. Something about her makes me want to get to know her a little better. I then imagine sweet Sarah in a similar long red leg cast, walking on crutches. I approached the three ladies with a friendly smile,
"Good evening, I'm Dave, the owner of this restaurant. I hope you're all enjoying your time here."
One of the ladies nods with a smile, "Yes, we are. Thank you, Dave."
I glance at Hannah and ask politely, "Would it be alright if I use the fourth chair for your cast, elevating your broken leg will be better for you to miss? I can lift it for you if that's okay."
Hannah smiles appreciatively and nods, "Of course, thank you sir I didn't want to be in the way with this long cast."
With gentle hands, I carefully lift her casted leg onto the fourth chair, ensuring that she's comfortable and has enough space. "There you go, miss, let me know if you need anything else," I say, offering a reassuring smile.
Hannah thanks me with a warm smile, "Thank you, Dave. That's very thoughtful of you."
In my mind, I couldn't help but appreciate how attractive the young woman was with her cast and crutches. It wasn't just her physical appearance that caught my attention; it was the way she carried herself despite her injury. There was an undeniable charm in her resilience, a quality that added to her beauty.
Later on I watched as Hannah went back to her table, with the help of her friend, she eased herself into the chair, her casted leg positioned comfortably on the spare chair. As she settled in, I couldn't stop looking at her red cast and pretty exposed toes. I had to shake off the feeling and pure sexual excitement when in my mind I was caressing her broken leg, licking her toes before moving up to her lovely breasts and lips.
As the evening drew to a close, I made my way to Hannah's table with her crutches in hand. She leaned on me as she stood and positioned them, ensuring she was comfortable before bidding her and her companions goodnight.
As I watched Hannah move out of the restaurant, heading towards the waiting Uber car, I couldn't help but feel a sense of attraction. Just as she was about to step into the car, she turned around, her eyes meeting mine with a smile that seemed to hold a hint of mystery.
I felt a lingering sense of sexual excitement about the upcoming date with Sarah. The evening had been filled with unexpected connections, and I couldn't help but wonder if I should share with Sarah my sexual attraction to this younger woman.
Chapter 7
To come
K
Sunday, May 26, 2024
Saturday, May 25, 2024
Mom & Daughter chapter 5
Mom & Daughter
Chapter 5
From Hannah POV
As I wake up to a new day, I gingerly swing my bandaged ankle and leg out of bed, feeling rested and looking forward to the day on crutches. The bandages remind me, but they also symbolize my situation related to my openness towards this fetish of mine. Grabbing my crutches, I positioned them under my arms and stood on my right foot.
I notice something on my desk and decide to move closer for a better look. As I approach, my eyes focus on an old X-ray negative resting on the surface. It's from one of my mom's broken leg, with her name at the top and signed by Dr. Stephanie Robinson. The X-ray itself tells a story of mom's past when she gracefully walked on crutches with her broken leg in a cast. As I study the details of the X-ray, I realize again the challenges she has overcome.
As I gaze at the X-ray of my mom's broken leg, I may not be an expert in analyzing X-rays, but the fractures are unmistakable, a broken tibia and fibula. The image brings back vivid memories of her wearing that long white cast when I was in high school. I can still recall the way she moved gracefully despite the cast, never letting it hinder her spirit or style. The sight of the broken bones in the X-ray reminds me of the obvious pain she must have felt.
Beside the X-ray on my desk, there is a collection of medical supplies neatly arranged. The stockinet, with its fine texture, hints at the comfort it provides when wrapped around a beautiful long leg before applying the cast. It's a gentle layer that protects the skin and allows for smoother application of the casting material. The rolls of red casting material, sturdy yet pliable, hold the promise of creating a lovely cast following the contour of my leg adding a touch of excitement to the scene.
As I take in the sight of these supplies leaning on my crutches, memories flood back of a visit to the doctor's office with mom when I was older and the process of getting a cast on her leg. I was already interested sexually in the medical field and the familiar scent of the casting material, the sound of it being unwound, and the careful precision of the application all come to my mind with the way Dr Stephanie caressed mom cast to make it perfect.
Mom's subtle yet playful hint about knowing my sexual interest in some part of this fetish and the potential fun of having my first leg cast ever lingered in my mind, sparking a curiosity about taking my interest in casts to the next level. The thought of exploring something new and different like a leg cast for 6 weeks is both exhilarating and seductive. It will affect the upcoming evening I have planned with the girls and obviously made me look forward to a conversation with mom.
I take the soft padding and rub it against me, teasing me. It feels cool and soft against my bare skin, sending a wave of sexual pleasure through me. I slowly move the soft padding around my body, rubbing it against my breasts, against my hard nipples, and between my thighs. The sensation is unbelievable but I then hear the sound of mom in her wheelchair in the kitchen.
I slowly walk on my crutches from my desk to the kitchen, the image of the X-ray of mom's badly broken leg and the array of medical supplies still fresh in my mind. As I enter the room, I can sense that my mom already knows something is on my mind just by looking at me. Her eyes and lips never lie..
Taking a seat beside her, I rest my crutches and take a deep breath before broaching the topic.
"Mom, I think without a doubt that based on the X-ray, my leg is broken at the ankle." Her hands grabbed my leg, rubbing the ace bandages ever so slowly looking deep into my eyes.
I'm trying to regain control, catching my breath, "With the supplies for a leg cast on my desk. Do you think there's a possibility that this could be used for the treatment? I guess I will need about 6 weeks" My voice carries a sexual tone, as I await her response, knowing she probably feels the same about this whole situation. A complicated but oh so erotic situation.
With a gentle smile, my mom starts explaining the concept, her words resonate with a sense of reassurance and knowledge.
"Recreational casting can be a lot of fun. It's not just about providing support and protection for the pretended injured limb; it also allows for creativity about the why and how long you will be in that cast. Plus, it's safer than breaking your leg, I could never do that to you my love even for a medical experience in any way."
While her fingers keep touching my ankle and lower leg, She goes on to explain "You can choose to make a total non weight bearing cast," she adds, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.
"You are so beautiful on crutches, I mean when I was on crutches for weeks and months, I managed to change a necessary leg cast in my case into something playful and personalized."
Listening to her explanation, It emphasizes the sexual appeal of recreational casting. With my mom's clearly opening up in uncharted territories, I feel more at ease and even excited about the prospect of having my first leg cast and the nights I spend in my bed masturbating pretending that I was the one with the black cocktail dress, heel, long leg cast and crutches.
"I want a full leg cast on my left leg now. Can you help me with that?"
Her eyes widen slightly in pure lust that she didn't manage to hide but she nods with a warm smile. "Of course, sweetheart. Let's get comfortable and start by removing the bandage and the air cast."
Once back in my room, crutches beside my bed, mom rolled closer to me. She slowly unwraps the bandage from my ankle and lower leg enjoying the moment. Next, she carefully removes the air cast, ensuring not to jostle my leg too much.
"Now, let's begin the process of applying the full leg cast to your lovely left leg Hannah."
I watch intently as she starts by applying the stockinette over my leg, making sure it's smooth and free from any wrinkles. Her movements are precise, and I can feel the anticipation building between us.
"Padding is essential for comfort if you are going to term this recreational cast into a 6 week love affair" her soft voice sending shivers down my spine at the mention again of 6 weeks casted and on crutches.
I notice the small sign of nervousness in mom, and it only makes the moment more intense. I pull her close to me and kiss her sweet lips, gently taking her hands in mine and whispering that it's ok. She closes her eyes and melts into my arms, her crippled body relaxed and responsive to my touch. Our lips meet and lock in a passionate kiss, sending shivers down my spine. It's like time stands still as we enjoy the intimate moment together, our bodies pressed together tightly, her soft skin against mine. It's a moment of sheer bliss, surrounded by the sweet scent of her musk.
Our lips part gently as we catch our breath, our eyes locking. Mom slowly pulls me closer, her soft body pressed against mine, the sound of our breathing filling the room. I can feel her heartbeat against me, our breath mingling together as we embrace the moment. We are two women, two adults that kiss again slowly, taking our time to enjoy the intimacy of our moment together. It's like a bubble of pure bliss, just the two of us in a world of our own.
Then sitting in her wheelchair she starts applying the padding from my foot, using the half overlapping technique. I nod in understanding, feeling a sense of trust in her expertise.
"Make sure your ankle is at a 90-degree position," she reminds me, adjusting my leg slightly to ensure the proper alignment. As she continues with the casting process, I can't help but feel a buildup of sexual pleasure inside me. This experience is not just about getting a cast; it's about sharing a special moment with my mom, feeling her love and care every step of the way.
I watch when she starts applying the wet cast, starting from the foot and gradually moving upward. Her movements are precise, ensuring that each layer is applied smoothly and evenly. As she reaches my knee, she gently bends it to ensure that the cast conforms perfectly to the contours of my leg. Her touch is gentle yet firm, and I can feel the warmth of the material that was Initially pliable, that begins to set, creating a supportive shell around my sexy long leg.
With each layer of casting material applied, I can imagine the weight of my cast increasing. My leg is now completely casted, and I find myself relaxing into the process even more. As she finishes smoothing the cast and ensuring that it's properly set, I look down at my new red long leg cast with admiration, it is simply perfect.
With my mom's steady support, I gingerly stand up, feeling the weight and support of the long red cast on my left leg. I grab my crutches, we make our way to the mirror, where I catch my new broken look. The sight is both surreal with her in her wheelchair beside me. The vibrant red color of the cast stands out, as I study my image in the mirror, I can't help but feel a sense of lust and happiness.
The cast is perfect and it extends from mid foot all the way up to my thigh, enveloping my leg in a lovely protective shell. It's a bold statement, a clear move forward into this fetish world, with each step I take, I move with confidence despite the temporary restriction. Looking at my reflection, I can't help but smile. The long red cast, with my mom by my side in her wheelchair, was an incredible sight.
"Thank you Mom, tomorrow will be so much fun with the girls in this sexy accessory"
Chapter 6
To come
K
Friday, May 24, 2024
Thursday, May 23, 2024
Mom & Daughter chapter 4
Mom & Daughter
Chapter 4
From Mom POV
As I navigate my house in my wheelchair, I usually have a smooth routine for transfers. However, today was different. As I attempted to transfer from my wheelchair to the couch, something went very wrong. I positioned myself carefully, ensuring that the wheelchair was secure but forgot to lock it in place.
As I lifted myself up, placed my high heel shoes down, my hand slipped on the edge of the couch, causing me to lose my balance. Panic surged through me as I felt myself tipping forward. In that split second, I tried to regain control, but it was too late. I toppled over, landing awkwardly on the floor. Pain shot through my right wrist as I hit the hard surface. I cursed under my breath, frustrated at my own mistake. How could I have let this happen?
As I found myself on the floor after the failed transfer, a surge of frustration and helplessness washed over me. I watched in disbelief as my wheelchair, now unoccupied, began to slowly roll away from me in the living room to the hallway.
The sight was surreal, I almost laughed. It was almost like a scene from a horror movie playing out in front of me where the crippled woman fell off her chair before being killed by an axe. I reached out instinctively, trying to grab it, to stop the wheelchair's movement. But my efforts were in vain as the distance between us widened.
For the first time in the last few weeks, with each inch the wheelchair rolled away, a sense of vulnerability crept in. It wasn't just vulnerability, it was also about the sexual surge I felt losing control of my mobility aid; it was a stark reminder of the pleasure I felt faced daily with my legs, the constant threat of fractures, setbacks and months in casts.
I turned on my front and I slid along the hardwood floor towards my wheelchair, I felt a mix of strength and pleasure. With each movement, I could feel the rough texture of the floor beneath me against my fully erected nipples. I used my arms to propel myself forward, inching closer to my wheelchair with each slide. It was a slow process, but I refused to give up.
As I neared my wheelchair, I reached out with one hand, grasping the armrest firmly. With a final push, I pulled myself up, using the wheelchair as leverage, leaning against it, catching my breath after the challenging experience, my mind wandered to Dave. He was such a nice and caring man, always ready to lend a helping hand. I couldn't help it. I wonder if he would have been turned on sexually to see me crawling along the floor in a pencil skirt, tight fitting blouse, pantyhose and 4 inch heels..
There was something about him that brought a sense of comfort and ease. The way he had rushed to pick up my fallen heel earlier that week, the concern in his eyes and the pure lust when he grabbed my crippled foot in his hand to reposition my shoe, it all spoke volumes about his character.
I found myself smiling at the thought of spending more time with Dave, getting to know him better outside of our usual interactions. Maybe a casual coffee date could be a nice way to start. But in reality I wanted him to give me a sponge bath,to carefully wash my toes, feet and legs. I could be wrong but I think he likes that I'm broken and crippled. I want him to see that I might be paralyzed, but I'm a modern, sexy woman with a great body shape.
As I straightened up in my wheelchair, I made a mental note to keep an eye out for any opportunities to connect with Dave. Who knows, maybe this unexpected mishap would turn out to be the beginning of something new and exciting.
The act of crawling along the floor, reminded me of a time when I was hit by a car and left with both legs broken beside the road. While thinking of this I slid my hand between my legs and rubbed myself very softly. The wetness just flowed onto my panties and fingers. I remembered the feeling of helplessness and fear as I lay there alone, unable to move, reaching out desperately for my phone to call 911.
With a deep breath after my orgasm died down, I focused on the task at hand: getting back into my wheelchair safely. I first made sure to lock the brakes of the wheelchair, next, I positioned myself strategically, placing one hand on the armrest of the wheelchair and the other on the edge of the couch for support. I shifted my weight carefully, testing my balance before committing to the transfer. With a steady push, I lifted myself up slightly, using my upper body strength to guide myself into the seat of the wheelchair.
While thinking of the months in leg casts after being hit by the car, my thoughts turned to Hannah and her recent injury and using her crutches. I couldn't help but feel something new from the challenges she was facing with her recreational sprained ankle and reliance on crutches.
I recalled the sexual interest in her eyes as she wrapped her ankle and navigated the house on her crutches, her ankle wrapped securely to support the sprain. I wheeled into Hannah's room, my heart swelled with curiosity, she was deep asleep. I could see her injured ankle so lovely, wrapped securely in bandages with exposed toes, propped up on a pillow for elevation. Her crutches are leaning against the wall nearby.
The bandages around her ankle were pristine white, expertly wrapped to provide support and stability. For a second I imagined that I saw a huge bulge on the side of her broken and dislocated ankle where the fracture occurred, in my mind both her tibia and fibula were broken. So beautiful.
"Mom?"
"Hey, sweetheart," wheeling closer to her bedside. "How does the ankle feel?"
Hannah sighed, adjusting her position slightly. "It's okay, sore," she played alone so well.
I reached out to gently touch the bandages, her foot and lovely legs. "Do you need anything?" I asked while rubbing her lower leg, foot and cute exposed toes.
Hannah shook her head and stared at my fingers. "No, I'm good." she replied, she remained in control of her story.
"Maybe tomorrow I will take you for Xrays"
"Thanks, Mom. I'm sure it's just a bad sprain. I'll be back on my feet in no time," I leaned over to kiss her cheek but she took hold of my face and kissed my lips.
Leaving Hannah's room, the realization that Hannah shared some of my fetishes was totally intriguing . It brought up a wave of sexual complexity that I hadn't anticipated. On one hand, there was a connection, knowing that we had something unique in common. It was a rare bond that added depth to our relationship and sparked a curiosity about how much we truly shared, how far she would go to act on her fetish.
Should I acknowledge this shared interest with Hannah? Or should I leave it as a surprise, allowing her the space to explore and discover her own preferences sexually related to her need to be on crutches without any influence from me?
I wondered about these questions as I navigated through the house in my wheelchair. Part of me wanted to open up and have a candid conversation with Hannah about our shared fetishes, to bond over something so personal and intimate. But another part of me hesitated, unsure of how she would react or if she was ready to have such a conversation.
Leaving it as a surprise respected Hannah's privacy and allowed her the space to explore and understand without feeling pressured or influenced...
But I did have a plan...
Chapter 5
To come
K
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