Saturday, July 1, 2023
Friday, June 30, 2023
Mysterious part 7
"Isabelle, you look absolutely stunning," she exclaimed
I smiled, a touch of satisfaction gracing my lips while staring at myself in the mirror on my crutches. The dress embodied grace and poise.
"We have found the perfect dress, Crystal, I'm pretty sure we will have the detective's attention and imagination."
As I made my way to the register, looking at the cute saleswoman I couldn't help wondering how she would look in that cocktail dress with her full arm cast. She was too young to realize how seductive she looked.
Back in my condo, the evening of the fundraiser had arrived, anticipation and excitement was in the air. Crystal stood on two legs that evening by my side, a trusted companion, she helped me get ready.
I settled onto the edge of the bed, the long red cast on my leg a stark contrast against the black cocktail dress. The delicate fabric clung to me like a second skin, accentuating my breasts and it was the perfect look to keep some mystery and play the seductress later on if needed.
Crystal's eyes shimmered with admiration as she took in the sight before her. I could tell she had mixed emotions, as her gaze met mine. On one hand, her love for me was undeniable, but deep down, she understood that I could never be the woman to fulfil her desires as a lesbian spouse.
"Isabelle, you look absolutely gorgeous," she whispered, as we glanced at my reflection in the mirror. Elegance, while my broken leg was in a cast, was a battle but that dress did it. Crystal kissed my cheek and with a gentle touch, adjusted the hem of the dress, ensuring it draped flawlessly over the cast.
I rose to my foot, carefully balancing on my crutches and a 3 inch heel. Crystal had adjusted my crutches for the height of my heel.
I made my way to the grand entrance of the beautiful room where the gala was going to take place. I was both confident and nervous. The room came alive as I entered, conversations hushed and gazes turned towards me. Whispers filled the air, I could almost hear the soft rustle of my dress and the delicate click of my crutches against the floor.
Everybody by then knew in town that I was the one that shot the doctor, I was the one that he hurt. All eyes were drawn to exhibit #1, the woman in black, on crutches and in a full leg cast, her presence commanding attention and curiosity. I wanted to use the F, you expression but I didn't, I couldn't care less what they thought they knew about me.
I navigated the room with grace, the cast on my leg had become an integral part of me, yes he physically attacked me before I shot him between the eyes. The crutches, like elegant Italian heels would have been before, became an extension of my persona, in a way it added complexities that told everybody that the truth laid underneath my long cast. During the past few days I had read multiple stories about casters to understand and maybe manipulate the detective.
Detective Tyler's eyes found mine. In his case I could tell that first he found my cast visually attractive, he was staring at the foot portion of the cast inches from the floor. With each step on my crutches, each sway of the dress against my cast, I drew closer to him, the dance of the sexy tall broken woman.
I wondered if just role playing in a recreational cast would have the same effect on the detective, on me? If I had consented to be vulnerable by let's say having Crystal apply a cast on my leg while she pretended to be an amputee would that provide some sort of arousal for my detective? It would for me, maybe even more if she was a real amputee. God I wanted to touch her so bad.
This is so hard to explain but I realized right at that moment that the physical sensations of wearing a cast was turning me on sexually. Just like bondage did when Crystal tight my wrists to my bed. The feeling of restriction or having your whole leg totally immobilized, created a unique experience.
I smiled at him, I felt like a ballet dancer, one false move and it could be a disaster. Even if my slim and heavy cast provided a sense of security for my broken leg, the risk of being on crutches wearing one high heel was always there. Potential for sprain, tear or fractured limb.
I found myself in a delicate balance of power and vulnerability. Detective Tyler's gaze remained fixed on me, his eyes betraying a mixture of pure lust and attraction for me and what I represented at the very moment. Every explanation I gave for my broken leg, every small move while leaning on my crutches fascinated him.
Somebody once said that all my fetish stories are the same when it comes to cast and crutches. I think he couldn't have been more wrong. We all read about cast, look at cast, touch at leg cast differently. We all feel very different sexual sensations. The same can be said when I touch Crystal's amputated leg.
That small portion of a leg is sexier than her full leg was before.
Detective Tyler approached from behind. His eyes traced the contours of my ass, lingering on the red cast, before meeting my gaze. There was a sexual pull between us.
"Hello Isabelle," "You look stunning tonight."
I squeezed my crutches and smiled, I met his gaze.
"Thank you, Detective. Can I ask you a question? You are the expert, how do you read the room?"
"I'm not sure what you mean ?"
I leaned in slightly, our faces inches apart, my lips begging to be kissed, my broken leg against his leg, in a seductive whisper I said.
"Is it 75-25 for she deserves jail time? or 75-25 look at the poor woman she suffered enough, she won't be walking for months," seconds after asking him that, I slid my long cast between his legs, he couldn't move.
Detective Tyler's eyes widened, his breath catching for a moment. I was expecting him to back away so that my broken leg wouldn't be rubbing against his penis but he did the opposite, the man took a step closer, almost intentionally rubbing against it. He had balls.
"You're right Isabelle and you know it, it's like 90-10 in your favour. AT the same time, if the truth had to prevail, you wouldn't get away with murder." He looked into my eyes and slid a finger from my lips, along my neck and to my breast, lingering for a few seconds against my hard nipples and that felt like minutes.
This man...
My eyes were sparkling with mischief and I swear I could feel all the broken bones in my leg when I said,
"Detective, can you appreciate everything that I can offer as a woman, while at the same time thinking that you know the truth? That I'm a killer?"
Part 8 to come
K
Thursday, June 29, 2023
Wednesday, June 28, 2023
Mysterious part 6
"There's a magnetic pull between us, I can't deny it. But we must stay focused on the case."
I never surrender but god knows I wanted to surrender to my sexual appetite but I knew the risks, the potential consequences. I met his gaze head on, my eyes filled with a mixture of lust and vulnerability.
"Detective," I replied, my voice slightly over a whisper,
"We cannot deny the undeniable," I smiled carefully then grabbed my long leg cast using both hands, and raised my broken limb. As my legs parted and my skirt shifted upwards, he had a complete view of my cast and so much more.
He hesitated, speechless, his gaze wavering for a moment between my leg, my cast and my wet panties. I did manage to regain his focus.
"Isabelle, we mustn't lose"
I interrupted his sentence, smiling and reached across his desk and grabbed a pair of scissors, my fingers closing tightly around its cool metal handle. Swiftly, I brought the blades to my pantyhose, which covered my broken leg inside my red cast, and I sliced through the fabric. The sound of the scissors cutting through the material echoed in his office. I carefully removed the rest of the pantyhose. The sensation of fresh air against my toes felt nice.
His eyes locked on my broken leg, looking at my exposed toes at the end of the red cast. I grabbed my crutches, stood tall on my good leg and positioned my crutches under my arms. I took a step forward, my broken limb leading the way. I looked into his eyes.
"Detective, I understand everything but," I leaned forward and kissed him.
I squeezed my crutches and let my cast touch his leg. His lips went against my neck, one hand caressed my large breast, his other hand pulled me closer. He could feel my breast and nipple. He leaned down then brought my left breast to his mouth and kissed and licked it. I could feel his tongue teasing my hard nipple.
My hand explored the front of his pants, the connection was undeniable, he was so hard and big under my fingers, I rubbed him slowly. I moved up my red cast between his legs, he was rubbing against it, moaning quietly until he came inside his pants.
You could see in both of our eyes, desire, attraction, seduction and yes the pursuit of justice came last.
It was a beautiful sunny day when I made it back to my condo unit. I found Crystal waiting for me on my sofa, her crutches beside her. I looked at her stump and she looked at my red cast. There was curiosity in her eyes.
"How did it go with the detective?" she asked, her voice laced with intrigue. She stood on her leg, bent down giving me a full view of her breasts and grabbed her crutches.
I sat in a nearby armchair, my crutches propped against the side.
"The meeting with Detective Tyler was, intriguing, to say the least," Crystal came to me, standing at a perfect height beside me. I touched her wrapped up leg, the lower part of her pretending amputation lost in a beautiful summer dress.
"There's an undeniable connection between us Crystal. He is drawn to both my legs equally." I leaned forward and grabbed her stump, pulled it towards me and kissed it.
Crystal's eyes widened.
"How did you lose your poor leg miss?"
"Oh god Isabelle I thought you would never ask. I was driving on highway 401, suddenly, a distracted driver swerved into my lane, leaving me with no time to react. The impact was tremendous" I was listening to every word, licking her leg.
"When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a hospital bed, they had to amputate my left leg above the knee. It's crutches or my wheelchair for life"
"You look amazing on crutches,"
"Oh, Isabelle!" She moaned, feeling my lips on her leg and my fingers rubbing her slowly.
"Crystal I have to ask you, when you lose your left leg, we both know you will someday, you want it to be amputated below the knee, at the knee or way, way above the knee, like here" I said, sliding 2 fingers inside her. The reaction was an orgasm that rocked her body.
That evening we laid quietly in my bed, kissing and pleasing each other. Crystal rubbed herself against my broken leg without putting any weight on it, each move calculated.
"Crystal, the detective may want to talk to you at some point,"
"I know"
The next morning we went to a beautiful little boutique, as we stepped in the elegant space, our eyes instantly drawn to the limited amount of exquisite dresses. I was on a mission to find the perfect black cocktail dress to complement my red cast with an air of sophistication for the upcoming fundraiser.
Crystal's eyes sparkled with excitement as she scanned the array of options, moving gracefully on her forearm crutches this time. While her fingers delicately traced the luxurious fabrics, the sexy 20 something salesperson couldn't stop looking at my red cast fully exposed under my short summer dress.
I didn't realize until Crystal told me that our young cutie had a broken arm and thumb. She was wearing a yellow cast on her right arm.
"Isabelle, she has all my attention but even with your full leg cast and crutches, you need to find a provocative dress that will still attract significant attention," she remarked, her voice filled with anticipation.
"Miss, could you help me please "I said. The beautiful young woman came to me.
"So sorry you broke your arm but with your good arm, could you just hold me for balance while I pick this dress," And she did.
I grabbed the dress, its black silk cascading through my fingers. It looked seductive.
"Crystal, what do you think of this?" I asked, holding the dress against my body, one of my hands accidentally touching the girl's broken arm.
Her eyes widened, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Isabelle, that dress is simply breathtaking".
With a nod of agreement, the young salesperson gave me back my crutches and I made my way to the fitting room, the anticipation building within me. As I slipped the sexy black dress along my long cast, it clung to my curves, accentuating my silhouette in all the right places.
Stepping out of the fitting room on my crutches, I couldn't twirl but I didn't have to, the young clerk while cradling her broken arm simply smiled at me, Crystal gasped, her eyes widening with delight.
"Isabelle, you look absolutely stunning," she exclaimed
Part 7 to come