Sunday, June 25, 2023
Mysterious part 1
The rain-soaked streets of Montreal mirrored the storm brewing within me. I leaned on my crutches with the burden of a broken leg affecting my every step. I hated this leg cast. With each movement, pain shot through my body, a relentless reminder of my vulnerability. Crystal, my best friend, walked beside me, her vibrant purple hair standing out against my long blond hair.
OK Crystal was so much more than a friend. The older generation would call her a friend with benefits, she was a lesbian and I was bisexual. You do the math.
She had so much style and acted on fetishes when she felt like it. Professional business woman during the day, she loved to be on crutches with her left knee bent and tied in various ace bandages at night and sometime during the day. She was what they called an amputee pretender. When wearing a sleek skirt and blouse, it would accentuates my attraction to her strong leg and the partially exposed stump.
Today she was completing her ensemble with a knee-high stiletto-heeled boot. She was totally elegant and a touch of rebellion, daring people to ask how she lost her leg. One would say that her one knee-high heeled boot and crutches were a daring symbol of her determination to live her life the way she wanted too. I would say that she was perfect and totally yummy. I typed that while licking my lips, if you could see me facing my little Chromebook.
As we navigated on our crutches a lovely cobblestone street in the heart of Old Montreal, my mind replayed the events that had led me to this state. It all began with the murder of Doctor Bradley, my former doctor, lover and so much more. He helped create or at the very least bring forward one of my persona. The "femme fatale", 5 feet 10 inches with long blond hair, deep blue eyes, long legs and a well defined bust. I also used that sexy persona to keep the detectives chasing shadows, in the pursuit of the killer, of the serial rapist we called Doctor Bradley.
I took a deep breath, looking at my long red cast covering my whole leg. My brain played tricks on me, bringing forward the painful events that led to my broken leg. The memories danced before my eyes, a twisted ballet of passion, violence and broken bones. It felt like my brain was explaining it to me. I know it's weird.
It all began the night of Doctor Bradley's murder, I felt defiant just thinking about it.
I had lured him into a web of seduction, 10 years to the day from when he raped me. We were in a dangerous dance, but beneath the excitement of our illicit affair, since the doctor was a married man, there was darkness.
My fingers instinctively traced the top edge of my red cast covering my right leg, a physical reminder of the brutality that unfolded that fateful night.
During our intimate encounter, the doctor's true nature emerged. He was sadistic and had a hunger for power and control, so when I asked him if he remembered me from 10 years ago, I should have known what to expect. I became his prisoner, trapped in his twisted desires to break me again mentally and physically.
The memory of that moment came to the surface with fear. You never forget the fear.
In a desperate bid to escape, I kicked the doctor while I fought back. He was stronger and grabbed my right foot, twisting my leg in an impossible angle, then with a sharp tug broke my leg with a sickening cracking sound echoing through the air.
I winced, rubbing my broken leg, the memory of the pain resonating through my long leg cast.
But before I collapsed to the ground, I stood, tried to walk away and that futile move was when the second bone in my leg broke from being already cracked by the Doctor's strong hands. Even with a broken leg, I refused doctor Madley's dominance. I was prepared for all occasions but I needed to get to my small purse.
With every ounce of strength left, I crawled to my purse, sliding my broken leg along the floor. To his surprise and my happiness, I pulled out the gun from my purse and shot him between the eyes, leaving him lifeless on the cold floor.
I never passed out in the ambulance and at the hospital. After the last few hours, my broken leg weighed me down both physically and emotionally. It was a constant reminder of the events that had led me to this moment. I guessed looking at my leg that I had a badly fractured leg.
The nurse asked for my name in a gentle tone.
"I'm Isabelle Lemaire,"
As I lay on a gurney being transported through the emergency room, my broken leg causing waves of throbbing pain, I couldn't help but look around for the other patients. My attention was drawn to a young woman, approximately 18 years old. She had a pink cast on her lower left leg, she was wearing her cheerleader's uniform, and her crutches rested by her side. It appears to be a joyous moment for her since her boyfriend was kissing her with his hand rubbing her cast.
"I will be out of my cast today," She says, staring at my leg.
"I'm just starting the process. I just broke my leg"
"Good luck" She said, grabbing her crutches and making her way to the cast room.
Once in the X-ray room, the radiology technician greeted me, and she guided me onto the examination table with a reassuring smile making sure I didn't put any weight on my right leg.
"Stay still, Isabelle," the beautiful technician instructed me, positioning the X-ray machine over my leg. I clenched my fists for no reason, as the machine captured images of my fractured limb.
As the X-rays were taken, I couldn't help but feel a shiver. How was I going to be a realtor on crutches with a leg in a cast or a boot? The X-ray probably captured details of my broken leg that took away the boot option since the technician quietly said
"Clean but bad break, but the doctor will explain" She said and moved me to the next step.
After the X-rays, I found myself in an examination room, waiting for the arrival of the doctor. Dr. Esposito, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a stethoscope draped around her neck, entered the room, offering a warm smile.
"Good afternoon, Isabelle. I'm Dr. Esposito," she introduced herself, extending a hand. I shook it, attempting to match her smile with my own but with no success.
Dr. Esposito reviewed my X-rays.
"I'm afraid that you have a clean fracture in your tibia and fibula," she explained, pointing to the X-rays displayed on the light-box.
"Your leg will be in a cast with no weight bearing at all on it for 6 weeks."
"Wow. But since it's a clean break I guess it will be short cast?"
"Good try Isabelle, I'm afraid not" She smiled.
Part 2 to come.
K
Saturday, June 24, 2023
The Secret Society conclusion
Let me tell you something. Upon returning home from an extended hospital stay due to a leg fracture, the last thing I desired was to be disturbed by a late-night phone call at 11:30 pm while I was attempting to sleep.
"Hope I didn't wake you up. How's your leg?"
"Broken but you know that already"
"I have a surprise for you. Can you make sure you take my call on Saturday at 7 pm?"
"Karla, why don't you tell me now, I'm not in the mood for games." And she hung up.
On Saturday, I found myself comfortably positioned on the couch, dressed in cozy clothes that provided both warmth and comfort. My broken leg, in its long cast, rested on soft pillows. My phone buzzed but I waited to answer.
"Well I had my phone close by just like you asked, are you going to tell me what game you are playing this time? Last time was very painful" I said, rubbing my cast. My cast started at my foot and extended just after my knee this time. The angle of the cast was more accentuated and to be honest I wasn't sure why.
"I'm sorry that WE broke your leg Veronica. WE needed something on you so that you didn't write the article. WE didn't want a tell tell book either."
"Here you go with the WE...What is the surprise? before I die from excitement." I smiled this time.
"OK, my crystal ball is telling me that you need to answer your door."
"There is nobody at my..." I was about to finish my sentence when somebody knocked at my door.
I slid off the couch my black cast, pain ran up my broken leg. I grabbed my crutches and walked to the door that I swung open to find Karla smiling, leaning on a carved walking stick, still in her walking cast. She limped forward and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight.
"I'm so sorry Veronica"
She kissed me, our lips met and the excitement surged through my body being in her presence. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, I reached out with my tongue and they met. The beautiful kiss went on for a long time pressed against each other's. She backed away, staring at me, looking at my broken leg.
"That's a nice surprise" I said
Karla slid her walking stick against my cast, slowly moving up my broken leg, between my legs and inches before my vagina she dropped it to the floor.
"Just try to stand still on your crutches Veronica, let me do all the work" She moaned in my ear.
I stood squeezing my crutches while Karla began to unbutton my blouse. I felt her hand all over my breasts before she unhooked my bra and took it off. She bent down kissing my hard nipples.
I slowly made my way to the couch on my crutches and Karla joined me. She was all over me, rubbing my broken leg but before long her fingers were inside me, pleasing me like never before. With our hunger satisfied we laid in each other's arms and fell asleep.
The Secret Society felt so far away from our life while we talked the next morning. Can we make this relationship work I wondered.
The next few weeks did go as we figured it would. I moved in with Karla in her beautiful house and let go of my apartment. While on crutches it was difficult to continue my photography career so I became a researcher for a local news organisation. While Karla's broken leg had healed completely, mine was taking longer than expected. I received a new full leg cast with a rubber heel so that eventually I would be able to start putting partial weight on my broken leg.
While Karla was at work and at the Secret Society, I would spend part of my days at the university library doing research. One day walking into our home on my crutches I found Karla looking at photographs of women wearing all kinds of cast on a fetish site. The ladies were beautiful but nothing compared to Karla.
"Karla, how about we start our own fetish site and give all the profits to The Secret Society? I would take care of all the photos and videos. You do some of the modelling and find new ladies"
"You think we could really do that?"
"Yes but under only one condition, all recreational cast. No breaking of bones" I said very seriously while rubbing my long black cast.
Karla was our first model and she was so good at it. We offered from clean content to bare breasts to full nudity while always casted or wheelchair users. We didn't want perfection, no faking or retouching of the photos. We wanted them to look real.
Before long I was limping around the photo shoot in the locals of the Society that offered both the perfect safe and secret location for us and the ladies.They all looked fantastic but Karla was always my favourite to photograph. We went from coworkers, to lovers to a very happy couple, the time of a few broken bones.
The end
K
The Secret Society part 8
We were excited to get to my place, eager to examine the photo shoot on a larger screen. Retrieving Karla's crutches from the trunk, I carefully handed them to her, knowing that her broken leg was still causing her considerable discomfort and she was still unable to put any weight on it.
Karla slid out of the car gracefully, and positioned her crutches. We made our way inside, and I guided her to my spare room, which served as an office. Karla leaned her crutches against the wall and took a seat beside me. I initiated the process of downloading the first set of photos from my camera. I was meticulously identifying technical flaws when I stole a glance at Karla.
"You look totally amazing in these Karla," I remarked, pointing out a particular shot where she stood and a younger woman with a sprained ankle passed by behind her.
"Do you think her ankle was medically sprained?"
Karla looked at me before responding,
"Do you know who she is?" My curiosity was piqued.
"No. Not at a first glance anyway."
"She's a renowned U.S. gymnast who suffered a mental breakdown. She needed a break from the demanding world of competition, so we created a fictional narrative for her. But, Veronica, you must promise me that you'll never, ever divulge this information."
I nodded solemnly. A sense of urgency compelled me to reveal a secret of my own.
"Karla, there's something I need to confess," I said, hesitating slightly.
Her gaze fixed on me, "What secret?"
"When we first met, I was actually working undercover for a magazine, investigating The Secret Society," I revealed, my voice filled with both vulnerability and anticipation.
For what seemed like 10 minutes my confession hung in the air, Karla's expression transformed from curiosity to shock to madness. She leaned forward for her crutches, retrieved them, positioning them under her arms to leave my place.
In her haste, one of the crutches slipped from her grasp, causing her to lose balance and stumble forward. The excruciating pain surged through her broken leg as her cast hit the hardwood floor, intensifying her madness. In that minute, she was betrayed by me and then her own body.
Time stood still. It was an expression I had often used to describe intense moments, but this particular moment was so different. The sharp gasp from Karla's lips, her delicate sound of distress from her physical pain and my betrayal, freezes me in my tracks.
I offered my assistance to Karla. I supported her as she slowly rose from the floor. For the first time since meeting her, her cast was a visible reminder that her leg was really broken.
She grabbed her backpack made for women and she left. Not a single word escaped her lips.
10 minutes later I had resigned but the damage in my relationship with Karla was done.
Three weeks later, I received a message from Karla's secretary, informing me that she wanted to have a meeting with me in her office. As I entered her office, I found Karla seated in her chair, her crutches leaning against the wall. Her injured leg was now in a striking red short leg cast, ending 2 inches below her knee. It was still non weight bearing
"I assume you want to discuss my association with the magazine? First and foremost, let me say how sorry I am for lying to you or not being completely transparent," I began.
Karla replied, "That's water under the bridge," as she sat there, looking stunning with her legs crossed. She ran her fingers along her exposed toes at the end of the red cast, gazing at me intently.
"I want to clarify that my intention was never to spy on you personally. The magazine was merely intrigued by The Secret Society. I decided to leave the magazine without sharing any information, such as locations or photos. Your secret remains safe," I explained.
"It's difficult to trust anything you say right now," she retorted.
"I completely understand," I acknowledged.
"However, if you're willing to do a challenge of our choosing for the next eight weeks, we can put your lapse in judgement behind us," she proposed, gripping her crutches and rising from her seat. She then walked towards me on her crutches, and my gaze was fixated on her leg, her red cast, and her crutches. I responded without hesitation,
"Yes, I'm in." She kissed me.
2 weeks later we walked in the main room of The Secret Society. Once I was on the bed in what looked like a hospital room, my heart raced with anticipation and anxiety. The sterile white walls of the room seemed to close in on me, what if they break my leg? Was that the commitment that they expected from me?
I glanced over at Karla, my best friend, who stood beside me on her crutches. Her short red cast was now a walking cast with a rubber heel under the cast for support. Partial weight bearing for 2 more weeks. I was surprised when a doctor and nurse entered the room, calm and professional looking.
"Why a doctor for a recreational leg cast?" I asked Karla. She smiled and didn't answer with her rubber heel on the floor.
He explained the process of applying a full leg cast on my left leg. I knew the process, what I didn't know was that he was planning a plaster cast. First the soft cotton padding, explaining that it would provide a cushion between my skin and the rigid plaster. The cool touch of the padding against my leg offered a brief moment of relief from the tension that had built up within me.
As the doctor worked his way up my leg, layering the plaster one roll at a time, I couldn't help watching each roll dipped into water before being applied. The sexy nurse's skilled hands moved all over my plaster cast, rubbing it with care, ensuring that my first recreational leg cast was going to be perfect.
Meanwhile, Karla stood beside me on her walking cast with one crutch only. Her other crutch leaned against the bed, I squeezed it, loving the feeling that it offered.
The weight of the cast gradually settled onto my leg. The warmth radiating from the drying plaster created a nice sensation. With each passing moment, I could feel the cast becoming a part of me, a symbol of my integration to The Secret Society.
Boy was I wrong.
Finally, the doctor completed the cast and left. The nurse took a step back, my full leg cast now reached from my toes all the way up to my thigh, literally rubbing against my vagina. It went way too high on my thigh. Wetness was forming from the contact.
As I glanced over at Karla, her expression was warning me and then she said
"You haven't seen nothing yet"
She was so right. The doctor came back in, rolling a strange device that he carefully positioned at the foot of my bed. With a smooth motion, the device slid forward, securely covering a portion of my plaster cast, my foot and the lower section of my leg, rendering it immobile, I would say prisoner of that device.
"What is this for Karla?" I asked
"You look stunning Veronica and your cast adds extra. However, The Secret Society has a different plan for you, since you cheated us. We want to give you a chance to join us again and we want to be able to trust you."
"That's all I want"
"Then we need something over you. Like a proof that you may have self injured yourself"
"But I would never do that Karla. Never"
"That's why we have this device here" She said and pressed the start button.
Jesus the device started rotating my long leg cast counterclockwise. Right away the plaster cast made sense. I tried to resist the panic that was taking hold of me. I steadied myself, fighting back any signs of pain or distress. I closed my eyes while the top portion of my cast was rubbing against my vagina.
When I reopened my eyes, one of my hands was between my legs with 2 fingers inside me teasing my clitoris. The cast was resisting the twisting.
Karla was staring, my fingers were in and out faster, eventually my plaster cast succumbed to the pressure, snapping at my knee and over the ankle.
Moaning from pain and pleasure I said "Please stop it, you won"
"Soon, very soon," Karla said
The orgasm shook me while I was staring at Karla limping around the room on her walking cast, her crutches were obviously going to be mine. I passed out when my tibia and fibula broke from the twisting and pressure.
She then pressed the stop button. Too late or right on time depending on your point of view.
Conclusion to come
K
The Secret Society part 7
As I leaned closer to the screen, my heart raced with anticipation as I prepared to disclose some of the shocking truth to my boss during our Zoom call. My investigative journey had led me to uncover a secret society of some power and influence and more importantly answering to various sexual needs of women.
With a deep breath, I made a calculated decision to provide the essential facts, carefully navigating the fine line between disclosure and discretion. The fate of this story and my future at the magazine hung in the balance. What about a possible future with Karla, what about Karla's leg?
2 hours later, I stepped into her hospital room. My gaze instantly gravitated towards the sight Karla, lying on the bed. Her beautiful hair spilled over the pillow, while her injured leg was in a white cast.
I approached her slowly, my eyes fixated on her long medical cast this time. It began at her delicate toes, embracing her foot with maximum support. The cast extended upward, following the sexy shape of her calf and upper leg to protect her broken bones.
"Wow you really did it this time" I said while my fingers touched her broken leg.
I saw the screws embedded in the cast, holding her broken bones securely in place. As I gently touched her leg, my fingers traced the length of her thigh, feeling the firmness of her leg cast. She was dozing in and out so I let her sleep and promised her that I would be back.
A few days later, stepping into Karla's hospital room I noticed right away that her external traction was removed from her broken leg. She now was in a black cast that extended from her toes all the way up to her thigh, completely immobilizing her broken limb. She was ready to go.
Since I had never broken anything before, I watched with concern as Karla dealt with her injury. I knew that it wasn't her first fracture and that she was very mobile on crutches, but still she would need some assistance during the next 10 weeks.
While we waited for the nurse and her wheelchair, I couldn't stop thinking of The Secret Society. To be honest I had mixed feelings about it but it wasn't the time or the place to bring it up.
The nurse positioned the wheelchair beside the bed and ensured it was securely locked in place. Karla slowly sat up, her radiant smile masking the pain she must have been experiencing. The second nurse positioned herself on the side of the bed closest to her broken leg, gently supporting her cast throughout the movement.
Step by step, they guided her to the edge of the bed, Karla firmly planted her good foot on the floor for stability, while allowing her broken leg to hang slightly above the floor. She settled gracefully into her wheelchair. The beautiful female nurse gently cradled her fragile, broken leg, lifting it with gentle grace and placed the black cast on the leg rest of the wheelchair.
"Thank you," Karla said.
I approached Karla and despite the evident pain in her eyes, she smiled. We exchanged a brief moment of silent understanding, acknowledging all the pain she had endured, the road to recovery that lay ahead and the elephant in the room. Did she do it intentionally?
Gathering her crutches in her hands, I pushed her out of the hospital towards my car. I gently lifted Karla's long leg cast off the leg rest, taking extra care not to bang her broken leg. When lowering her cast, I could see the anguish on her face as a sharp, searing pain shot through her broken leg. Leaning against me for support, she stood firmly on her good leg while keeping her broken leg elevated and slowly made her way into the back seat.
Once she was comfortably settled, I placed her crutches in the trunk.
Karla wanted me to document her ordeal with multiple photos. In a way on Instagram she became like a queen with her high heel on her good foot, full leg black cast and beautiful clothes from her store.
For me the attraction was not only her sexy legs, breasts, and beautiful deep eyes. Now it was also her long leg cast , bent at the knee, that seemed to float all the time. On almost every photo we see her full cast, or the foot portion of her leg cast, but always her long slim toes begging for attention. For my attention.
The Secret Society was a place where you could also act on vulnerability and Karla knew how to use it to her advantage. Looking back at photos of hers, leaning on her crutches, her broken leg hovering gently above the ground, capturing the attention and curiosity of all the members. She made her heavy cast look weightless.
I was comparing Karla the model, elegant, sexy and the beautiful but injured business woman. She had the ability to rise above this new challenge and transform a badly broken leg into an integral part of her. For me all this was a possible captivating story for my magazine about The Secret Society.
I knew I needed to tell the truth to Karla about my assignment.
She was clearly enjoying her broken leg, the pain was under control and she wanted to do a different type of photo shoot. I was ready to do anything.
"Let's do it publicly at The Secret Society main building"
She walked on her crutches to the double door and opened them wide. I took photos and the main room was in full display in the background.
Behind Karla I saw a young woman gingerly navigating her way on crutches. Her injured ankle was wrapped in ace bandages, showing beneath the hem of her jeans. Possibly a sprained ankle. For every step she put all her weight on her crutches. She smiled at me and I took her photo. As she hobbled forward, there was an undeniable grace in the way she adapted to her disability.
I went back to Karla, she was leaning on her crutches when she began unbuttoning her blouse. When it was unbuttoned, she balanced on her good leg and took it off, leaving her in the pencil skirt, lace bra, full leg cast and 3 inch heel on her good foot. While smiling I took a few photos.
"Can you unzip my skirt please Veronica?" She asked me, smiling, licking her lips.
I moved my hands down to her skirt and unzipped it. The skirt slid along Karla's cast and to the floor. Using crutches for support, she stepped out of the skirt. I could see her hard nipples showing through the thin fabric of her bra. She was so beautiful in that cast, injured.
She then turned around and peeked back over her shoulders. Just like her long slim cast showed the contour of her leg to perfection, her tight panties showed the shape of her ass. From looking at Karla through the lens of my camera, my hands were shaking from the potential of touching her.
I put my camera away and walked behind Karla. I kissed her long neck while sliding my hands to her front caressing her breasts. I removed her bra and turned her slowly on her good leg, I was facing this beautiful woman that was biting her lower lip.
I was about to kiss Karla when I noticed behind her in the main room a stunning woman in a wheelchair glided gracefully through the main room towards us. She was mid 30's and despite the possible loss of one leg, she was confident and so sexy. Her dress accentuates her curves, hugging her figure in all the right places sitting in her wheelchair.
She rolled closer and stared at both of us. My hands were all over Karla and the gaze of this beautiful amputee was fixed on Karla's long leg cast floating off the floor. She seemed to move effortlessly, her crippled body making one with her wheelchair just like Karla did with her own crutches.
Karla turned and looked so innocently on her crutches at the sexy and vulnerable woman in the wheelchair. I started shooting again, getting photos of Karla and then of our mystery guess. From her smiling face to her sexy leg in a black pantyhose and 5 inch heel, that was sitting in the foot rest of her chair.
One evening, I was never going to forget.
Part 8 to come
K
The Secret Society part 6
The stunning woman I saw in the store with a broken arm was standing in front of me with no cast at all. Her arm was just fine. She was in a beautiful black dress with the other 2 younger women in their white dress. They had removed my arm cast for the presentation.
"Will you accept the honour of joining The Secret Society and keeping its activities confidential?"
"I do!" I whispered, lying.
"By wearing this ring on your right hand, you commit to representing your love for The Secret Society and respect all our members."
She slipped the ring on my finger and all the secret members walked into the main room. I saw Karla on her crutches and others I wouldn't have never guessed would be part of this.
We then left The Secret Society hall with Karla crutches supporting her weight. She was very careful, going down the stairs since it had rained. I looked at her making her way across the yard. Every step was taken with caution, ensuring that her leg cast, remained elevated and didn't touch the ground at all. If I didn't know better I would think that her leg was broken like that man we saw earlier. That poor man. I couldn't imagine the pain he suffered. The sound of his bones breaking was still ringing in my ears.
She was walking towards the waiting limousine, a sleek black vehicle that exudes luxury. I was curious to see her navigating her way inside the car with her long and sexy cast.
The limousine's door was opened by her driver. Karla had obviously done it before, she carefully positioned herself near the open door, the confined space posed a challenge, but she slid her long cast first inside the limo. With each small movement, I could see the restriction that her fibre cast placed on her. Finally, after a few moments of struggle, she succeeded in positioning herself inside the limo and smiled at me.
I wanted to grab her cast but decided instead to take her good leg. I was caressing her knee, calf and foot.
"You were very good to get in with that long cast. Have you ever been, in a medical cast before?" I asked her.
"I knew that would pique your curiosity. Yes I broke my ankle at the beginning of my modelling career."
"So sorry to hear that Karla"
"It was my fault. I was showing off my long legs, wearing 4 inch stilettos pumps on top of it, with a short, black cocktail dress. I was talented and the photographer kept encouraging me. Taking shots after shots with his professional camera"
While Karla described herself I could clearly see her in my mind while I caressed her strong leg.
"But then Veronica, it happened. In an unexpected moment, on a flat surface. my ankle twisted unnaturally, accompanied by a sharp and gut-wrenching crack. I felt the pain surged through my leg, and I crumbled to the floor, clutching my broken ankle.
"Can I ask you a weird question?"
"Yes."
"How did you know it was broken? Could it have been just a sprain?"
"It was bent in a very unnatural angle. I was told later that my tibia was misaligned. I didn't even dare trying to stand on it. Once at the hospital it was confirmed, my ankle was broken."
"Did you need surgery?"
"No surgery but I was in excruciating pain. Dr. Harper and her nurse carefully realigned my fractured tibia, gently manipulating the bones back into their proper position."
"That must have been so painful?"
"It was but what came next was so amazing. She was amazing, she delicately placed my leg in a short leg cast. Layer by layer, her long fingers skilfully wrapped the casting material around my leg, creating a protective shell. Then the nurse fitted me with crutches."
"So no modelling for 6 to 8 weeks?" I slid my fingers higher and higher on her leg while she was slowly spreading her leg and her cast. I imagine Dr. Harper falling in love with her patient sexy broken ankle.
"I was very lucky. One of my fans on Instagram told me aboutI a very special fetish site that needed the type of services I offered. They were looking for a model in my condition. I mean sexy long legs, with one of them in a cast."
"What?" I asked, staring into her eyes.
"Enough of me, we are home, let's take some photos before they remove my cast. I will tell you all about the site another time"
On my way inside her house I started thinking about what I was going to tell the magazine tomorrow, how much I was going to share.
I took a few innocent shots at first while she stood on her crutches staring into my camera. She was so beautiful. But when she elegantly navigated her living room, balancing gracefully on her crutches, her long leg cast was adding a new dimension to her presence.
My attention went to her other leg. As she moved around, her muscles flexed and rippled with each step. Both legs were turning me on in their own ways.
I take more shots of her lower limbs, so she opens her blouse, her firm breasts is on display. It's her way of trying to regain control. She smiles, I stare and say
"When you wear those sexy recreational cast Karla, and see what we saw tonight at the Secret Society location, does that remind you how vulnerable your leg is? I mean they did break that man's ankle"
"Oh my god Veronica, you read my mind"
I didn't like what I saw in her face. Resilience? or determination? I wasn't sure but when she asked me to go to the bottom of the stairs to take a video while she goes down the stairs on her crutches, I was concerned.
She had been on crutches often and she was used to having her leg casted going down stairs. I started filming as she descended each step slowly, her crutches tapped against the wooden surface. Her movements were slow and deliberate, she was smiling, her eyes fixated on me instead of the step ahead.
4 steps from the bottom one of her crutch slipped.
"Karla be careful," I yelled but continued filming. I should have helped her.
Her body twisted awkwardly, causing her to lose balance and she tumbled forward. as she crashed down the remaining stairs, Karla's cast absorbed the brunt of the impact below the knee, with an audible cracking sound. Her long leg cast bent until her leg broke, causing an agonizing surge of pain to course through her body.
I was stunned and dazed, I looked down at her broken cast and her broken leg.
"Oh god Veronica, I think I broke my leg" She said crawling on her hands and knees, she inched towards me, towards the video camera, her useless leg sliding behind her. I zoomed in on her face first, then her broken cast and leg.
"Don't move Karla."
"911 what is your emergency?"
"My friend just felt in the stairs, I think she broke her leg, I think both her tibia and fibula are broken, please hurry"
Part 7 to come
K
Friday, June 23, 2023
The Secret Society part 5
As soon as we entered, I noticed the beauty of the main room, very large and spacious. I was trailing Karla, slightly rubbing my cast when I saw, WOW.
The beautiful Rebecca Thompson was a member of this Secret Society. Beautiful actress that was in nomination this year for 2 lead actress award for 2 separate movies. She looked lost in all the possibilities given to her with all the side rooms around the main room. An actress, Rebecca at thirty four, mother of a young girl, played all kinds of different roles, from an FBI agent to a lawyer.
She exuded an undeniable sex appeal at 5'11", all legs and a radiant smile. Often dressed all black and with her raven-black hair she grabbed the attention right away, often adding high heels, or knee boots. Tonight was totally different in the Secret Society. With every graceful movement of her wheelchair, while wearing an elegant skirt that accentuated her beauty and curves, she challenged my perception of her. Did she embrace and act on a fetish or a fantasy of hers since she definitely didn't need a wheelchair.
She wheeled towards us. I saw her instantly drawn to Karla and mesmerized by her full leg cast and crutches. I just stood aside while Karla's eyes locked with hers, their connection was obvious. Despite the bulkiness and clinking sound of her leg calipers, the sexy lady sitting in her wheelchair released some unspoken desires in me.
"Oh my what happened to you Karla?" She rolled closer in her wheelchair and touched the long leg cast.
"I broke my leg in 3 places falling down some stairs. You know my love with high heels"
Maybe looking at the very independent, successful ladies acting on some obviously deep fantasy was telling more about the Society than anything else. Challenging the boundaries of physical limitations, Isn't that the perfect definition of a fetish? To openly express one's passion and vulnerability, whether privately like a secret society or publicly, while pursuing a profound fantasy, regardless of its sexual nature.
"You seem to be regaining some strength in your legs? Karla asked Rebecca while staring at her friend's crippled legs.
"It's all because of The Secret Society. Watch me, I'm meeting a friend in room 12" She said pointing to a private room about 30 feet away from us.
Rebecca grabbed the forearm crutches attached to the back of her wheelchair. She stood on her legs trapped in sturdy callipers, clutching the crutches tightly. Each step was sexy in its own way. I wished I had my camera and yet that was too powerful.
It looks so real, like my broken arm or Karla's broken leg.
We both stared as Rebecca made her way forward leaning heavily on her crutches. Her leg braces add stability to her steps. Without the braces and crutches she would be wheelchair bound. Her legs slid along, creating a distinct and graceful motion. When she got to the private room, a tall, mid 20's boy joined her. I didn't want to stare at all but I couldn't stop. She started kissing him and he was touching her all over. He really was into this older crippled lady.
"Come, I need to show you something." Karla gracefully moved on her crutches, her broken leg floating off the ground as she headed towards room 99. We sat on a couch and Karla placed her long cast on me.
I stared at it. It started mid foot and extended all the way up to her mid-thigh. If her leg was broken it would support the healing process keeping the broken bones aligned. I rubbed with the cast portion of my hand the delicate toes that peeked out, their vibrant nail polish contrasting against the white cast.
"What are you doing?" she asked me and I ignored her.
I rubbed the cast that hugged her foot, then moved upward, to her ankle. The cast gradually got bigger as it ascended her calf, providing space for her muscled lower leg. When I got to her knee, Karla closed her eyes.
I never realized before how sexy a cast following the contour of her leg could be. I was getting close to the prize. Reaching higher, the cast extended towards Karla's thigh, the exposed part of my fingers lingered at the edge of the cast, and I loved her reaction. She moaned quietly when I rubbed the edge of my cast against her vagina. I wanted her but the back door opened.
I'm not sure how to describe this but it was like a fourth dimension. I felt a phantom pain inside my cast looking at the 40 something male laying down on the table that was just rolled in. I knew my arm wasn't broken but yet in this room I felt pain.
"Can I ask you a question Karla?"
"Yes you may."
"Who is the member of The Secret Society? The man or the 2 young women?"
"That's a question you can't ask, until you are a member" She said sitting moving her cast off my legs, putting her broken leg down without putting any weight on her cast. Her crutches were now beside her against the wall.
The man, mid 50's was on the table, on his back, spread eagle. Both wrist and feet are strapped to the table. He was also blindfolded.
The 2 young women, mid 20's were all dressed in white from head to toes. No apparent injured limbs. They removed the blindfold and slowly caressed their own body. From their breasts down between the legs and then man reacted within seconds, full erection.
Karla grabbed my long cast, and slid it down between her legs, rubbing herself with it, moaning quietly. The room transported me, with an ambiance that I had never seen before. As I observed the young women, I found myself unable to grasp the specific fantasy they were enacting.
"Don't judge what you are about to see, WE all have our own fetish and level of fantasies" Karla said.
Here was the WE again.
He was staring at the young women. They slowly opened their blouses showing off almost perfect breasts. One had short blond hair and the other long brown hair. They walked to the man and untied his left foot. The brown hair girl grabbed his knee while the blond one his foot.
The blond one tightened her grip and applied a steady, firm force on his foot. The man moaned and Karla rubbed harder. The blond woman then twisted the foot counter clockwise in a calculated rotation, his ligaments and bones resisted momentarily. She went back at it, flexing and twisting, his ligaments creaking under the strain and pressure.
I was staring, unable to move my eyes away. Karla orgasm was rocking her whole body when with an explosive crack, the ankle gave way, echoing through the private room, pain ran up the leg of the man. Yes it was a loud, reverberating snap of his tibia and fibula.
"What the fuck was this?" I said out loud.
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The Secret Society part 4
"It was my ankle that WE broke and yes it hurt like hell to be honest"
"WE? Who's we? Did they break your ankle? That's crazy Karla."
"Stop talking," Karla said and pulled me closer. Sometimes I wonder if she was a dominatrix in her Secret Society. She grabbed my hand and pulled it between her legs. I slid one finger inside her vagina by pure reflex.
Karla was moaning, I was shaking from the excitement and my finger curled against her clitoris. Bringing her so close to orgasm, then she pulled my hand away and licked my fingers. Not just liking but sucking my fingers while her hard cast was rubbing against my leg. That simple action was driving me crazy.
Then she slid her fingers inside me. I was already so close that her invading fingers took me over the edge and my orgasm rocked my whole body. Why she stopped me from bringing her over the edge I didn't know. One thing I knew for sure, was that I needed to know more about this lady.
"I want to join Karla, the Secret Society."
I was so excited by this older woman. She was so complicated, attractive and sexy. She delayed her answer, teasing me even more.
"OK Veronica but you will need to go through the secret initiation and again you have to promise that you will never share anything you see, hear and feel within the society."
I closed my eyes and let her play with me, I was becoming her new toy.
Every day, I eagerly awaited an invitation to the Secret Society. After two weeks of anticipation, I finally received an email confirming my selection and providing the details: I would be picked up on Sunday, July 7, at 8 PM. Along with the message came a stunning gift from Karla for the initiation. A small black cocktail dress, 4-inch open-toed red stiletto heels, a push-up bra, and matching panties.
A stretched limo arrived on schedule at my building. I descended the stairs cautiously, as I wasn't accustomed to wearing high heels. As I stepped outside, I noticed the driver, smiling and appreciating my improved appearance. I returned the smile.
I saw in his hand a stylish scarf that came from Karla's store.
"Sorry Veronica but until you are a member, I need to blindfolded you for the ride."
"I understand it's OK"
He came behind me and blindfolded my eyes and gave me a cane, like if I was blind. What a strange start, I was so excited while I used the cane to help me to the limo and then into the stretched limo.
Karla assisted me in the right seat. Oddly, I crossed my legs at the ankles. I recall learning about neuroplasticity a while back, which explains how the brain can adapt if you lose your sight. I sensed this adaptation in action as I could vividly smell Karla's delightful perfume and when her leg brushed against mine, I immediately recognized the presence of a cast on her leg.
My panties were wet in seconds.
"Just relax Veronica," She said, rubbing my leg with her cast and they started working on my arm. I wasn't expecting that at all.
To my surprise the nurse wrapped a soft padding around my right arm, followed by stockinette over the padding. She carefully wrapped the wet cast material around my arm. I was able to feel the coolness and dampness of the material against my skin. I squeezed my legs even more.
The wet material setting brought a pleasant warmth, while my arm gradually tightened and felt pressured as the cast hardened. It was quite an experience to have limited mobility and a stiff elbow. Adapting to the sensation of my entire arm being enclosed in a firm pink cast may take a while. Once in a sling, my cast sat right under my breasts. My nipples were rock solid.
"How does it feel?" Karla asked me, while her fingers squeezed my fingers at the end of the cast and slowly rubbed my long arm cast.
"It's amazing in a way. It feels helpless and in a way beautiful"
I had so many questions but without knowing how long the drive was, or even how long I had been in this limo, the questions would have to wait. I heard a garage door open and the limo went in slowly. Karla removed my blindfold and I saw my long arm cast and her long leg cast. This was obviously part of the Secret Society.
"Can you get my crutches Veronica?" She asked me, smiling.
I looked around the long limo and found the crutches. with my good hand, I grabbed them and gave them to Karla.
While she positioned her crutches under her arm it gave me time to check her cast. It was wrapped snugly around her long leg like it really needed protection after breaking bones. The full leg cast traced the contours of her million dollar limb with precision. Her foot disappeared into the cast leaving only her poor toes exposed, then it followed her calf, ankle, knee and thigh. The majority of it was very smooth, except for a few rough edges.
It was white and told everybody that she was possibly injured and temporarily vulnerable. It clearly followed all the curves and shapes of her leg and restricted her mobility.
Though her movements were restricted, this sexy business woman knew how to play the game. She was showing elegance as she manoeuvred gracefully on her crutches. I looked pretty good in my cocktail dress but Karla in her tailored business attire was something else, in a class of her own.
With every step, she showed more and more confidence, her movements seemingly unhindered by the weight of being casted and on crutches.
"What are you staring at?" She caught me staring and licking my lips.
"I'm looking at you and how you are going to make it up all those stairs," I noticed that I had my left hand on top of my cast, as if it was protecting my broken arm.
Going up those stairs would have been a major problem for me but not Karla. She approached them with determination and grace. Her crutches found their rhythm, she carefully calculated every movement, every step up.
Once up the stairs I walked with Karla, my cast in its sling, towards the main entrance of the secret location. As soon as we entered, I noticed...
What did I notice you asked? You will have to read part 5.
Part 5
The Secret Society part 3
After a good shower that I really needed, I took a zoom call with the magazine to update them. That call didn't go as planned, the owner was on the call and he was very pushy. He wanted the result now. He wanted to know more about the secret society. The editor asked me questions about last night. I wasn't sure how much to share at the moment.
Over the next few weeks I met a lot of Karla's friends, business contacts and others. She introduced me but I didn't get to spend much time with her. She was so natural at leading people, a great hostess that could charm anybody. One of her best friends was sporting a full arm cast on her left arm while wearing one of Karla's sexy dresses.
I noticed a few times that Karla did sneak and rubbed her friend's broken arm and squeezed her exposed fingers for encouragement. She was a great friend. I chatted with the lady and she explained that she broke her arm at the gym. Just a bad fall. I felt sorry for the woman, since she was a mother of 2 young children. I'm sure her broken arm made it very difficult.
I began to think that maybe there was no secret society. She was a serious business woman. We were between 2 photo shoots today and she was relaxed and maybe it was time to ask the question.
"Can I ask you a personal question Karla?"
"Sure I'm an open book, I'm very public in all I do" At the same time I was thinking of the photos I took. I was thinking of her sprained ankle that miraculously healed while so damn sexy even on crutches.
"Thank you Karla," I said but she walked to me on those ankle breakers, stilettos heels. She traced my arm with one long finger. It reminded me of her friend's broken arm in that long cast the other day.
She then kissed my cheek and walked back to her desk.
"There are rumours that you belong to a secret society. A group that you have created, any truth to this?"
"I need to respect the anonymity of the members, do you accept Veronica?"
Before I answered I was reminded by the left side of my brain that I was there to expose that society. She had clearly implied that the society did exist without giving me any details. I was staring at her when she crossed her long legs, god I wished I was tall like her.
"How about you come to my place tonight and I will tell you all about it?"
"Sure."
"Bring your camera, we will play a little bit at the same time."
5 hours later I walked into a dream walk-in closet. Karla started pulling dresses, business suits and outfits of all kinds and colours. Then it was shoes and boots, from 2 inch heels to 5 inch stilettos and everything in between.
Karla put on a lovely summer dress. It was tight showing off Karla's breasts and her cute ass. No bra or panties made her look even sexier. I began to shoot her from her profile.
She was getting closer and closer to me until she cupped my neck in her hand, pulled me in, and kissed me. I returned the kiss and hugged the beautiful woman.
Noticing the crutches in the corner of the room reminded me what I was there for.
"What is the Secret Society all about?" Karla was changing into a skirt and blouse when she started with details. It gave me a chance to regain control after that wonderful kiss and hug.
She described It like a group, a place where women of all ages, from 18 to 76 at the moment can feel safe acting on all and any fantasies of their own. No chance of getting caught and literally no sexual or physical boundaries.
"You have to earn it to become a member." What did she mean by that? Now I was very curious.
"You mean like an initiation? a test?" I took a few shots making sure that her crutches were in the background. Not sure why.
"Kinda. The most important part is that whatever happens in the Secret Society stays private. Nobody could ever tell anyone about it. Can I trust you Veronica?"
"Yes you can trust me"
I needed to know all about it.
Then Karla sat on the bed, crossed her legs, staring at me. She bent down and grabbed a leg cast that was split in 2 parts. Like if she was putting on sexy pantyhose, she slowly slid her lower leg in one part of the cast, and then trapped her leg with the other part. The cast fitted her leg to perfection since it was hers. The cast snapped into place with tiny micro magnets, all along the edges of the short leg cast. You couldn't tell that it was a 2 part cast.
"How long ago did you break your leg?" I asked my sexy boss. Her cast was dark blue of course matching her skirt.
"Can you give me my crutches please? Pointing to the crutches in the corner of the orange room.
Everything was so calculated when she stood on her good foot staring at me, positioning her crutches under her arms. I could not take my eyes off her exposed toes, cast and her crutches. Karla knew it, she had my full attention.
She took a few steps around her room. I had never seen anything like it. I don't mean a woman on crutches but a woman that keeps her old leg cast and uses it like a sexy accessory, when talking about a Secret Society.
She lifted her cast and put it on my lap. The heavy cast applied pressure between my legs. I reached out and touched it. I caressed her toes and slid my fingers all along the cast, from the foot to her knee where the cast ended 1 inch below.
"Did it hurt to break your leg? I've never broken any bones" I said, opening my legs slightly, the cast sinking in between my legs, pushing against my vagina.
"It was my ankle that WE broke and yes it hurt like hell to be honest"
"WE? Who's we? Did they break your ankle? That's crazy Karla."
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The Secret Society part 2
As I arrived at the location, I found myself alone, surprised to discover that the door was unlocked, which struck me as peculiar. Dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, I was prepared for a productive session of work. Suddenly, I caught an unfamiliar sound emanating from the storage room situated at the back of the store, its source echoing against the cement floor.
Swiftly, I retrieved my camera, intending to document every aspect of this peculiar evening solely through the lens. I captured a series of photographs, focusing on the empty metal frames and the unsettling presence of mannequins with missing limbs or severed heads scattered throughout the premises.
There it was again, that strange noise, a mix of sounds that I couldn't identify. And then, I spotted Karla emerging from behind a display. Shockingly, she was using crutches. My heart raced as questions flooded my mind. Did she have a fall?
I quickly aimed my camera, zooming in on her legs. One strappy heel adorned her left foot, while her right foot and lower leg were encased in a protective plastic brace. I focused on her ankle, contemplating if it was sprained.
Carefully, she ventured deeper into the dimly lit warehouse. Adjusting my camera settings, I trailed behind her, manoeuvring around scattered debris. She relied on her red crutches, perfectly matching her hair, undoubtedly customized. This wasn't her first time using them; her injured limb seemed to effortlessly float.
From the mess in the storage room, which was so opposite to Karla, I could see her aiming for a glass table in the corner. Her driver was waiting. A sleek modern all glass desk, about 4 feet in height, with 2 round hooks on the top.
Karla walked around the desk on her crutches, I finally noticed that the 2 top buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned, exposing to my camera part of her perfect round breasts. Karla then leaned over the table and smiled at me. I could see through the glass desk her right knee bent, and her sprained ankle off the floor, no weight at all on it. God, was she in pain?
Then her large breasts rested against the table, she spread her arms and dropped her crutches to the floor. I continued taking photos, this was all so erotic in a very strange way.
Through my camera, like a voyeur, I saw her lace push up bra and part of her nipples.
She smiled directly at me. It was like she knew. I felt a shiver go down my body and my vagina was getting wet. Her left leg was shaking, possibly getting tired of taking her full weight, and yet she didn't move.
I took photos of her legs, her partly exposed breasts and lips. Back to her injured ankle, I couldn't see the swelling because of the brace and bandages.
She wasn't done with the surprises. She slid her hands inside the hooks and her driver snapped the metal brace down locking her arm in place with a loud metal to metal noise. She was trapped, tied down. It was like a BDSM scene.
He came behind her, kissing her neck while moving up her dress along her long legs. She wasn't wearing any pantyhose, stockings or even panties. Through the glass table I could tell she was shaven.
In one swift movement he grabbed her injured foot and ankle and pulled it up between her and him. His penis was rubbing her wrapped ankle. Karla closed her eyes, through my camera I could see her wet lips tremble. Was he twisting her sprained ankle?
He positioned himself and thrusted inside of her. She moaned, tied and injured, unable to move. He was pushing in and out so fast.
I hoped that she didn't notice how turned on I was.
He untied her and gave her back her crutches. She came to me and kissed my cheek and said,
"Did you get all this?" before sitting down on a chair close to me.
"I did but I'm not sure what all this was Karla".
"How did you hurt your ankle?"
She adjusted in her seat, crossed her legs, and began unwrapping the bandages and removing the small plastic brace from her lower leg. Despite my attempt to avert my gaze, I couldn't help but watch as she massaged and delicately rotated her right ankle. As she uncrossed her legs, I caught a glimpse of more than I desired.
"I didn't, my ankle is fine" She stood, grabbed her crutches and left with her driver leaving me looking at both of them.
Once at home, I laid on my bed looking at Karla's photos. I was trying to figure out what that was all about. The first 5 showed her walking in the warehouse looking injured on her crutches. I undressed completely before watching the rest of the photos.I had the photos on my laptop, in a loop with a 3 seconds interval.
She was so beautiful, I had my hand on my breasts, teasing my hard nipples. When her driver came behind her, I slid one hand against my vagina, rubbing and stroking. In no time I was aroused and wet.I slid 2 fingers inside me, in and out faster. When he thrusted deep inside her, I rubbed my clitoris so hard.
I couldn't remember the last time I was so aroused, I tried not to have an orgasm right away. When Karla unwrapped her ankle on photo 47, I tried to understand but I couldn't stop my orgasm anymore. My body shook. I imagined what I would do to her, to her ankle, to her sexy body.
When I woke up the next morning the photos were still in the loop and I was totally naked on my bed. As promised I prepared the file with all the photos and placed them on a private shared drive on the cloud, for her and only her to see.
Part 3 to come
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