Psychiatrist part 1

 The New York City skyline stretched out before me as I stood on the rooftop of my luxurious penthouse apartment. The vibrant lights of the city just intensified the world of emotions I felt at the moment. I'm Dr. Connor Miller, a British psychiatrist now living in the heart of the beautiful city but I was also living through a crumbling marriage.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. The divorce proceedings had taken a toll on me, both emotionally and mentally. But as a psychiatrist who specialized in treating patients with out-of-control fetishes, I knew better than anyone the complexities of human desire.

My profession taught me to embrace the darkest corners of the human mind and to guide my patients towards self-acceptance and healing if it was needed or possible. In some cases it's not.

I was wearing a tailored navy suit that accentuated my tall and athletic frame, I was very confident, I'm sure you picked up on that already. Brown hair and piercing blue eyes completed the picture. I like to believe that I was both attractive and sophisticated in my own way. I took pride in my appearance, always maintaining a stylish attire that reflected my tastes.

Deep inside me on multiple levels, there were layers to my secret desires that even fewer knew about. Alongside my love for cross-dressing, there was a particular fascination that turned me on sexually, It was the look of leg casts and usage of crutches that I included sometime in my exploration of my femininity.

I understand that me wearing stockings, high heel pump, and a leg cast, is a wave of contradiction for a psychiatrist that helps others with similar fetishes.

In my case it's the elegance and the illusion of fragility that I like, not the pain or the broken bones. Only my ex wife ever saw me dressed and on crutches. It was a secret that when explained to my ex-wife was the beginning of the end of our marriage.

I loved the feel of pantyhose against my skin and the sexiness that came with slipping into an elegant high heel shoe and moving around on crutches. It was a form of self-expression that allowed me to explore my own boundaries and hidden desires.

But my focus was on my patients. I had built a reputation as a compassionate and understanding therapist that often used a hands on approach, drawing in a diverse clientele. However, I had a particular fondness for smart, professional women who possessed troubled fetishes. There was something alluring about their complexities and the depth of their sexual desires.

Earlier that morning, I had finalized my divorce with my ex-wife. As the ink dried on the last signature, relief washed over me. It had been a necessary step towards closure. I thought about the dreams we once shared that opening up about my fetishes had literally killed.

My cell phone buzzed with a message. It was a notification from my lawyer, indicating that the divorce papers were officially filed. I couldn't help but let out a sigh about my possible newfound freedom.

I dialed my ex-wife's number and she answered on the first beep.

"Hello, Sarah. It's done. The divorce is final."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, a moment of silence that held years of history between us.

"Connor, I hope this is what you wanted. I truly wish you all the best and I'm sorry I could not accept or understand that side of you." We both knew what she was talking about.

"Thank you, Sarah. I hope we both find happiness."

With those parting words, I didn't speak to my ex wife for a few months, actually until I needed a ride from the hospital after I.. that's for another part of my story.

As I entered my private practice, I started thinking of my one patient that day. She was Officer Ava Reynolds, a beautiful policewoman with a commanding presence. Dressed in her uniform, she radiated confidence as she settled onto the plush leather couch. Her stern expression softened as she began to open up about the deep desires that haunted her.

The room was filled with classical music, I always found that in some cases it helped my patients open up about the sensuality of our conversation. As Ava spoke, I was under the impression that I felt vulnerability. She talked to me about her fetish in details, where she often forced her partners, multiple of them she specified into some role-playing scenarios.

I was so curious since she was my first policewoman client and I had never dated one. I encouraged her to share more, to describe the intricate details of her desires. Ask and you shall receive, Ava painted vivid pictures, providing examples that illustrated her need for dominance and submission. She spoke of the thrill she felt, the rush of authority that consumed her when she used her handcuffs during sex with her partners.

One of my weaknesses showed next, Unable to contain my curiosity, I felt a surge of sexual arousal. With a gentle yet assertive voice, I asked,

"Ava, could you demonstrate to me what you do with the handcuffs? Help me understand the sensations and emotions that ignite your passion, before, during and after."

There was a momentary pause, enough for my penis to double in size, I saw excitement in Ava's eyes. Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she regarded me. Slowly, she approached, her eyes on my obvious erection, her fingers grazing mine as she reached for the handcuffs discreetly tucked away in her belt.

With a deliberate grace, 5 foot 5 Ava roughly turned me around and bound my wrists together, creating in me a crazy sense of vulnerability. She slid her hand along my fully erected penis, guiding me through the sensations, my choice to surrender or she would control me, maybe even hurt me. Each click of the cuffs is still echoing in my office.

Time seemed to stand still until Ava expertly pushed me down on the chair and sat on my lap while she explored the intricate power dynamics that lay at the core of her fetish. She kissed me, her touches were firm yet gentle and in return I felt so many emotions.

As her sensual demonstration came to an end, our eyes met, and the sexual energy lingered in the air. We both knew that this journey could be far from over. The boundaries of our therapeutic relationship blurred, giving way to a complex situation of pure desire and fascination.

I whispered, "Ava, we started a profound exploration.We will continue to discover your desires and how to control them. Trust that I am here to guide you"

At that moment, I felt a spark from passion, vulnerability and the potential for good and bad. Little did I know at the time that my next patient scheduled for tomorrow at 10 am was going to totally rock my boat physically, mentally and... sexually. 

Her name was Sophie

Psychiatrist
Part 2

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Clip 153, Beautiful, cast, crutches, broken leg

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Clip 151, crutches, cast, slc

Clip 150 Cast , crutches, slc, sexy black dress

Clip 149 Broken femur by a axe, crutches

Clip 148 crutches

Psychiatrist prologue

Step into my world, I'm Dr. Connor Miller, a compassionate and enigmatic psychiatrist whose life takes an unexpected turn when I met Sophie Thompson, a high-end lawyer with a magnetic pull. From the moment she walks into my office, her presence demands attention, and a subtle yet alluring limp adds to her intriguing mystery.

As Sophie opens up about her deepest desires, I find myself drawn into her world of defending famous clients, vulnerability and passion. The boundaries between doctor and client blur, and I'm faced with a challenging line not to cross.

Her fetishes, her fascination with power dynamics, and her crazy attraction to pain, both receiving and giving, present a captivating complexity that I cannot resist exploring.With each session, our connection deepens, and the undeniable chemistry between us sparks a very intense sexual attraction, yet, I must tread carefully, aware of the ethical dilemma that lies before me. As a professional, I must guide her towards self-acceptance, but the magnetic pull between us tempts me to break the rules.

In this scintillating tale of modern romance, Sophie's journey becomes mixed with my own. Can I remain the composed and understanding therapist she needs, or will her forbidden fantasies lead us down a path of passion and self-discovery?

Join me as I discover love, intimacy, and desires in this captivating story .
Connor

Clip 147 Torn achilees, cast , crutches, SLC great close up

Clip 146 broken ankle snowboarding, cast, slc

Clip 145, crutches, cast, slc, broken leg

Clip 144 Broken ankle, cast , crutches, SLC

Clip 143 broken ankle, cast, crutches, SLC

Clip 142 Broken leg, crutches, cast, slc

My affair conclusion

 My affair conclusion audio intro

Her broken arms held me with a gentle yet firm grip, as our kiss deepened, the tip of her tongue slipped between my lips and gently touched mine. My mouth opened slightly, allowing her access. Our tongues began to play, first gently, and then more insistent. The kiss deepened and our mingled breath became heavy. I squeezed my crutches hard as she sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, teeth gently grazing it.

The boys were looking at us captivated, Roberto crossed his leg and rubbed his toes at the end of his own cast while his eyes landed on Emily first then me.

"Charlize, I love how you move with your broken legs in those casts"

Her hand slid down and pulled my broken leg higher between her legs, then she moved her fingers up my cast, across the swell of my hips, and then crept up to cup my large breast, gently squeezing it, feeling its fullness.

Later, she slid a hand around to the front, catching my nipple that was fully erected through the thin material of my summer dress, between her thumb and forefinger; rolling it between them. I cried out with pleasure, while she played with me and I nibbled her inviting neck.

I had never been dominated like that by a young woman. The whole journey from my slightly sprained ankle, my affair, my broken legs, John's hidden fetishes and his affair with Emily had transformed not just my perspective, but my whole life. I looked at John, whose eyes mirrored Roberto's sentiment, filled with love but I wasn't sure if it was for me or Emily.

As the painting session began, I watched Roberto lower down his broken leg and stand on his cast, his broken leg sending waves of pain. He was painting us, the 2 women that seemed to dance together in one erotic and sensual domination. Roberto's injured leg and pain increased his creative flow. He saw our beauty emerging from the most unexpected injuries and experiences.

Her other hand came up, capturing my other breast, rubbing it with her wrist brace as her mouth descended, licking and kissing my collar bone, then she pulled my summer dress up and off me, throwing it to John who was speechless.

She kissed the top of my breasts that were barely contained in my black lace bra, and then she undid it. My erect pink nipples were fully exposed. Her lips hungrily covering one of them, pulling it into her mouth and running her tongue over it while rubbing against my hard cast.

John grabbed Roberto's crutches and moved around the room, staring at us, capturing the beauty of the dominant and submissive, broken legs and broken arm. His presence on crutches added a touch of "je ne sais quoi", maybe just a reminder that art could transform reality.

Roberto's keen eye caught every detail, even the way Emily's juices were sliding along one of my broken legs while she rubbed herself harder and moaned. He painted in details the delicate positioning of my crutches and the pain on my lips from standing only on one broken leg while the other was higher up between Emily's legs.

He was an artist that captured not just the sensual physical shape of my long leg casts but the connections between all 4 of us in our past.

One of her hands came up, running into my hair, slightly pulling, my eyes closed and neck arched as she sucked on my neck with her lips and teeth. Almost...breaking skin...

"Oh god, Emily," I murmured and dropped my crutches, relying on this sexy young woman to keep me standing on one long leg walking cast, small rubber heel.

I began to untie her arm brace, wanting to feel and see if she had any scars. Her hand was shaking, she was so close to her orgasm squeezing my cast I unbuttoned her blouse and then ran a hand across her small perky breasts, her hard nipples, feeling them harden as I explored them.

Abruptly, Roberto limped off his broken leg, re-breaking it I'm sure in the process and he pulled Emily away from me by twisting her broken arm in a very awkward angle. He then grabbed me by the waist, and painfully limped back and set me on the long desk in the corner.

He looked up at me with both his hands on my casts, my lips inviting and eyes full of mysteries, locking his gaze as his hands slid up my broken legs and found my wet vagina.

"Charlize, you have to decide?" John said while rubbing and twisting Emily injured arm and wrist.

"No I don't," I smiled looking at my lover standing on his recently broken leg caressing my long casts.

I felt a surge of sensuality. It was a mixture of wanting Roberto deep inside me, acceptance from John of my need and want to be permanently on crutches, and a newfound sense of freedom being loved by Emily, a sexy young and intriguing woman.

I felt his hard penis slide into me very slowly at first, It felt so good to have him inside me in my wetness. I was grinding against him wanting more. He moved in and out.

"Oh Roberto" I moaned his name while he leaned on my casts keeping his broken leg bent to release some pressure, some pain.

The arousal building within me, "I'm going to cum." I panted, my eyes now shut tightly. My face showed pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain. Then I felt him filling me up with cum inside me. My long body shook, I could feel the spasms and vibrations from my orgasm.

"Wow, that was amazing." His kiss lingered, time seemed to stand still.

Emily walked back to me cradling her arm, it was bent at the wrist, did John break her arm or wrist?

I took her in my arms then kissed her. As our lips eventually parted, I gazed into Emily's eyes, seeing a reflection of my own pain after breaking my legs.

"Are you in pain?"

"Yes...not bad, it will need to be realigned before the cast" She showed me her poor wrist.

"I have some casting material, I don't know why but I was expecting something like this, let me help you Emily" Roberto said, grabbing his crutches to stand but I stopped him right away. I put my summer dress back on and said.

"No I will do it"

I looked at Emily's wrist, now swollen, as she gingerly cradled it in her other hand. Pain etched across her face, but still smiling at me. It tore at my heart to see her suffering, but as an ex emergency room nurse, I knew how to help her.

"Sit down," I said gently, guiding her on my crutches to the couch in our living room.

Taking a deep breath, I focused on her wrist, swelling had already set in, making the task ahead more challenging.

"I'll take care of you, I've reduced 100's of broken wrists in the past" I assured her by lying slightly.

I touched the tender areas, trying to assess the severity of the fracture.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" I asked softly leaning on my crutches to free my hands. Then I leaned over her and kissed her broken wrist, sliding my wet tongue along.

Then I started to work on her broken wrist. I applied just enough pressure to elicit a wince, signifying the exact spot where the fracture resided. Carefully, I began the process of realignment.

"It will hurt a bit as I try to realign the bones, but it's necessary as you know,"

With each adjustment, I felt her pain, even though she tried her best to hide it. Our eyes met, and in that silent exchange, I saw her trust in me. Using my hands and fingers, I gently manipulate the broken wrist. Applying controlled pressure, I gradually guided the bones back into their proper position until we both heard the snapping sound.

Once the wrist was realigned, it was time to stabilise it with Roberto's casting material. John had been a great help to bring water and the materials. I immersed the cast in warm water, activating the material and started the intimate act of wrapping the cast around her wrist. My long fingers lovingly encircled her broken wrist, securing the cast with a touch that was both firm and gentle.

As the cast began to harden, I softly smoothed the surface, ensuring a seamless appearance. I paid extra attention to the edges, to avoid any roughness that might cause discomfort. When I was done I turned my attention to Emily, offering her a tender smile filled with love. With the cast complete, I took a step back on my crutches and admired my handiwork. Her wrist, once broken and vulnerable, was now protected.

"Thank you Charlize," she said, her voice filled with emotion.

I leaned over and kissed her sweet lips while she cradled her new pink cast.

Roberto put in the final brushstroke. The painting seemed to breathe with life, it captured the love, pain and the healing that merged from it all. Roberto left on his crutches with possibly a new broken leg, Emily with her new pink cast protecting her broken wrist and I turned toward John and said.

"We need to talk"

Leaning tall and in control of my 2 long leg walking cast and crutches, smiling from ear to ear.

The end
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Clip 141 Broke her ankle, cast, crutches, slc

Clip 140 broken ankle, cast crutches, slc

Clip 139, beautiful woman in a slc and crutches, both man and woman in a...

Clip 138 Injured leg, heel on her good foot, crutches

Clip 137 Crutches with a plaster CLC