Thursday, August 10, 2023
Psychiatrist part 5
"Dr. Miller, may I do something very personal, erotic and totally unprofessional to you?"
Curiosity and excitement gripped me, my heart beating faster.
"Of course," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Sophie moved closer, her fingers lightly tracing a path around my stump and hard penis, her touch was soft, and I found myself drawn to her. With a soft smile, she kissed me, her hard cast pushing so hard forward. Our lips met with an intensity that took my breath away.
As our lips parted, a warm blush spread across my cheeks, excitement in my eyes. Sophie's touch, her broken leg, her full leg cast was turning me on so bad. She had a playful glint in her eyes, I couldn't wait to know what she had next for me.
"Dr. Miller, I can't help but think about how incredibly sexy it would be to see you in a cast like mine. Would you be open to let me apply a cast on your leg?"
Her question took me by surprise, and a surge of excitement rushed through me. The idea of being casted by this sexy woman, who was already in a leg cast herself, was beyond anything I had ever dreamed of. With a smile that matched hers, I replied,
"Yes, Sophie, I have material in my spare bedroom for us to do a recreational cast."
Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she smiled, gently lowering her broken leg to the floor, she stood and positioned her crutches under her arms. I followed suit, grabbing my own crutches and rising to my foot. I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of connection.
While on her crutches, her long cast floating off the floor, Sophie moved closer to me, our eyes locked. Gently, she reached out, her fingers rubbing my penis and recreational stump, it was such a sexually intense move.
"Thank you for being a part of this with me, Dr. Miller," she whispered.
Together, we hobbled towards the spare bedroom, our crutches clicking against the floor. I couldn't stop staring at how sexy she was on her crutches with her full leg cast. Upon entering the room, I settled myself on the medical table.
Her crutches were against the wall, she hopped on her good leg, gracefully maneuvering her way around the room, settled herself on a stool with her broken leg cast propped up on a nearby chair.
"Let's see what's going on with that leg, Dr. Miller, shall we?"
I nodded nervously, and Sophie Turner rubbed my stump sending waves through my body. She unwrapped the top layers of my ace bandage with great care, ensuring to touch my penis that was still fully erected.
"I know you are very uncomfortable about the possibility of pain, fracture, but I'll be as gentle as possible," she reassured me, shifting slightly her own broken leg as the bandages come off after a long time on my leg, I could feel the relief of loosening pressure around my num knee and ankle.
The desire intensified as she looked into my eyes, her gaze filled with tenderness.
"Stand up for me, Dr. Miller," she said softly.
I hesitated, my leg was completely numb, and I wondered if I could trust it to support my weight. But, I attempted to stand. As I took my first step, my numbed leg gave out beneath me, and I crashed to the floor. I winced as I felt my knee and ankle ligaments snapped and my ankle broke under the instant pressure. I grabbed it with both hands.
A surge of pain washed over me, and I couldn't help but gasp as the reality of my broken ankle hit me.I felt a deep sense of excitement as I lay on the floor, no visual proof of my broken ankle except my pain.
Sophie slid her own leg cast down from the spare chair to join me on the floor, her touch a comforting balm to my injured ankle. She didn't touch my injured ankle but slid her fingers inside my skirt and teased my penis.
"Take deep breaths, I'm so sorry Dr. Miller," she was so calm.
With her support, I managed to sit up on the table, my broken ankle throbbing with each heartbeat. After lifting and repositioning her long cast on the chair she gently examined my ankle, her hands moving with a gentleness as she assessed the extent of the damage, I found myself drawn to her even more.
"It's a clean stress fracture, plus some obvious ligament damage" she said, clarifying the situation.
A new sense of intimacy had developed between us with a new connection, even if I was in pain and hated pain. Sophie gently elevated my injured leg and ankle.
"Thank you, Sophie," I whispered, not sure why I was thankful. With her leg casted and my ankle broken, we just sat there for a few moments.
As Sophie leaned over, her gentle touch on my broken ankle sent a surge through my leg. Her lips met mine with a passionate intensity that left me breathless. Her kiss was electrifying, and I felt a strange sensation in my broken ankle, as if her breaking it had somehow been the end result that she wanted. I kissed her back with equal fervour, our lips moving in perfect harmony.
Without asking or even talking about it, Sophie's hands unwrapped the soft, padded bandages, the same ones they had used on her own broken leg. I watched in fascination as she prepared for the casting process.
With delicate precision, she kissed my injured knee, licking down my long leg to my broken ankle, her touch sending shivers down my spine. She began to apply the first layer of bandages around my leg.
As she continued to wrap my leg,I found myself realizing at the sight of my own leg disappearing beneath the layers of the soft, padded material that I was getting my first cast for a medical reason, my broken ankle.
As the cast slowly formed around my leg, I felt so attracted to that strong woman, her fingers rubbing the cast, caressing it to male it perfectly smooth and stylish. Once the casting was complete, I looked at my own long leg cast with only my toes exposed.
Sophie's eyes sparkled with lust and sexual pleasure, she was caressing her perky breasts rubbing her hard brown nipples, as she said
"You look absolutely stunning," she said, with admiration.
The moment I felt my cast could take it we were both naked and I pulled Sophie up on her good leg and on top of me on the table. She rubbed herself against the red cast until I lifted her black cast over my shoulder and slowly at first slid my penis into her wet vagina. I could feel that her body welcomed me, she needed me.
Again and again I pushed in and out, she quivered from pure pleasure and for the first time since we met, having her broken leg over my shoulders like this while we made love, it made her feel submissive.
"I'm so sorry your ankle is broken, Dr, Miller" She moaned
I pushed myself into her again and again, harder and deeper. Her orgasm ripped through her entire body, sending her into convulsions as the pleasure washed over her in wave after wave of delight while I released deep inside her.
She leaned in and kissed me, I felt her tongue sliding into mine past my lips. I felt this amazing rush of sexual energy again from that woman. Her mouth was hungry for mine and it shocked me how sensual everything was with Sophie. I could only imagine her in court.
I could hear her moan again in my mind..."I'm so sorry your ankle is broken, Dr, Miller" I knew she wasn't but that was for tomorrow's session.
Part 6 to come
K
Wednesday, August 9, 2023
Tuesday, August 8, 2023
Psychiatrist part 4
As I stepped into my New York City apartment, I couldn't stop thinking of the day I had and our trip to the hospital. Making my way to the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of red wine. My smart home adjusted the blind to let in the proper amount of sunlight and soft jazz music playing in the background added to calm me down.
I settled into my favourite armchair in the living room, surrounded by shelves of classic collectible literature. Reading has always been a source of comfort.
As I turned the pages of my ereader, reading an erotic short story from Stephanie Robinson about a stalker following a beautiful young woman casted and on crutches, my thoughts wandered to my patients, their stories, struggles, and the hands-on approach I shared during therapy sessions.
Among them, a particular patient occupied my mind more than the others, Sophie Thompson. Her uniqueness, her captivating presence, and her fascinating fetishes and that after just one visit, scared me that it may go beyond the conventional doctor-patient relationship.
Sophie had intrigued me from the start, and I couldn't deny the connection that had formed between us. My professional training taught me the importance of maintaining boundaries, but to see her vulnerable with a broken leg challenged me on a personal level.
I closed my eyes briefly, taking a moment of introspection. The way she broke her leg, the sight of her in the hospital with her long black cast bent at the knee, and her exposed toes occupied my thoughts.
1- I had a mix of emotions about the pain she suffered. I was never into pain.
2- I have a deep concern for her well-being if pain continues to be so important in her life.
3-I have a fascination for her other fetishes.
4-I have a personal attraction that I could easily comprehend. She's tall, sexy. Intelligent and now in a leg cast and crutches.
I rose from the armchair and made my way to the second bedroom. Inside my special closet, I carefully selected my attire for the evening, an elegant leather skirt, paired with pantyhose and a white silk blouse. I slipped into an elegant knee high stiletto heel boot on my left foot and using ace bandages I created a recreational stump where my right lower leg used to be. I didn't really have time that night for a leg cast.
I grabbed my crutches and walked to my mirror. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I saw a version of myself that I often kept hidden, a part of me that explored my own desires. I felt beautiful and very vulnerable. Was my world ready to accept me alternating between my 2 personalities? I was about to answer that when my intercom buzzed.
I hesitated for a moment before answering the intercom, staring at myself in front of the mirror. If I answer there is no going back, the secret would be out. Taking a deep breath, I decided to play the unexpected card and swing my one leg through my crutches towards the intercom.
Pressing the button to answer, I replied, "Hello?"
"Dr. Miller, it's Sophie," her voice came through the speaker.
Just her voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but feel sexual tension and excitement.
"Sophie, please come up."
Moments later, the doorbell rang, and I carefully made my way on my crutches to open it.
As I approached the door, my heart raced with anticipation. I couldn't help but wonder how Sophie would look tonight and how she would react. As I opened the door, the sight that greeted me took my breath away.
Sophie stood there, radiant, dressed in a flowing midnight blue dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. I made sure my eyes were drawn to her pretty face and how her curly hair was cascading around her shoulders. Her full lips curved into a warm smile, and her eyes held a glimmer of excitement and curiosity from seeing me dressed in a skirt and blouse and yes missing a leg. That stirred something deep within me.
The woman knew how to dress to impress, her look was completed with an elegant high heel that accentuated the curves of her one leg. My gaze couldn't help but drift down to her limbs, and there it was. Her broken leg was in a sleek and slim non-weight bearing black cast that looked surprisingly natural on her since it followed an already very sexy long leg.
She didn't look vulnerable at all as her other leg supported her weight, in that sexy shoe. Both her leg and the cast were partly hidden by a pair of patterned fishnet pantyhose, adding to her already captivating appearance.
"Hello, Dr. Miller," she greeted me standing tall on her crutches with a warm smile staring at my one leg, skirt, blouse and crutches all at once it seemed.
"Hello, Sophie," I replied, my heart beating so fast. "Please come in."
Sophie glanced at my crutches, and her smile widened with a mix of curiosity and pure lust. I wondered if she noticed my erection, oh she did trust me, after all she did lick her lips.
"I hope you don't mind me dropping by like this," she said, stepping closer to me, close enough to be in contact with my penis.
"Not at all," I assured her.
We settled into the living room, I intentionally left space between us to control my desire to touch her so badly. The intimacy of the moment was palpable and like that wasn't enough Sophie threw a curved ball at me right between my legs, I met my eyes.
The devil in person looked at me with a glimmer of playfulness in her eyes.
"Dr. Miller," she said, her voice sensual,
"Could you do me a favour?"
"Sure miss what can I do?"
"My broken leg feels better when it's elevated. Would you mind lifting my cast onto the coffee table for me? If that's possible with your recent amputation"
I was in love, I smiled and said "Of course, Sophie," staring at her perfect long leg cast and my one leg.
Carefully I stood on my one leg, balancing on my crutches, I made my way to her side. With gentle precision, I slid my arm beneath her broken leg, mindful of her comfort as I lifted it onto the coffee table. The cast added an unexpected weight, but I steadied myself, my stump rubbing against my crutches but eager to help her.
As her broken leg now rested on the table, she let out a soft sigh of relief, almost a moan while her long fingers caressed her pantyhose covered leg cast. The sound she made drove me crazy. She was sliding them from her knee up her long cast.
"Thank you, Dr. Miller, that feels much better."
I settled back onto the nearby couch, crutches on the floor beside me, my eyes drawn to all of her. Sophie slightly moved her cast aside, spreading her legs open smiling, OMG, she had no panties and was shaven like a baby.
I was speechless, I couldn't stop staring.
"I couldn't stop thinking about our last session, humm...before I broke my leg Doctor" Sophie began, her voice so sensual.
"I understand that it was very dramatic, please continue,"
"The connection we share, it's unlike anything I've experienced before." She said, staring at my long leg, knee boot and stump.
Her words resonated deep within me, and I leaned forward, drawn to her.
"I feel the same way, but since I'm your doctor we..." She didn't let me finish.
As if sensing I was out of control, Sophie leaned in closer, her hand reaching out to gently touch my stump, inches from my hard penis. I was vulnerable when her long fingers rubbed my penis ever so slowly and the desire I felt was like nothing before.
She whispered,then using both of her hands put her broken leg between my leg and stump, against my hard penis.
"Dr. Miller, may I do something very personal, erotic and totally unprofessional to you?"
Part 5 to come
K
Monday, August 7, 2023
Sunday, August 6, 2023
Psychiatrist part 3
In that moment, it became clear that Sophie's actions were not merely physical, I could only begin to comprehend how intense her fetish was. She was a woman in touch with her own desires and she was unafraid to explore pain, sensuality, sexuality and so much more to please her desires.
She stopped twisting her foot and ankle. I knew some damage was already done when she put her right heel down and winced from the pain, her voice grew softer.
"I've often wondered if these desires make me strange or abnormal, Dr. Miller. I wondered if a Doctor like you would stop me before I did damage or even broke something."
I leaned in, my voice gentle.
"Sophie, you are not strange or abnormal. I'm here to help you navigate, not judge, to offer understanding and support, mentally and physically."
"Thank you, Dr. Miller."
As our first session came to a close, I reassured her that our exploration had only just begun. Sophie smiled warmly, her small, firm breasts rising and falling with each breath like she knew what was coming. She stood with most of her weight on her injured ankle that buckled right away.
My heart skipped a beat as I saw Sophie's ankle bent from the top of her high heel shoe and her body falling. In an instant, she stumbled, and her leg collided with the edge of the coffee table. The sound of the impact and the break of her bone echoed in the room. I rushed to her side, with a mix of concern and fascination filling my emotions.
"Are you alright?" I asked, worried but knowing.
She winced, but her smile remained intact, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of pain and playfulness.
"I'll survive, Dr. Miller. Just a clumsy moment."
Her resilience amazed me, but I couldn't shake the fact that this accident was connected to her fascination with pain, leg and arm casts. As a doctor, I was trained to remain professional and understanding, but a part of me struggled with my own attraction to these fetishes and to this tall and sexy woman.
"I will call an ambulance; your leg might be broken," I said with genuine concern.
"No need Dr. Miller, I mean yes, my leg is broken," she replied, a hint of excitement in her voice. She closed her eyes for a second or two while a wave of pain hit her.
"I can feel the two pieces of my tibia grinding against each other, but help me up and let me lean against you for support. You can take me to the hospital."
Her words surprised me, but a part of me couldn't deny the intrigue in the situation. As her therapist, I knew I should maintain a professional demeanor, yet her shared fetish resonated with my own desires.
I helped her to stand, I couldn't help but notice how vulnerable she was with a broken leg, no cast to protect it and no crutches to help her mobility. Despite the pain, there was a glint of excitement in her eyes, an intimacy shared between two individuals who understood the intricacies of each other's desires and fetish.
As I supported Sophie, my arm securely around her small waist, I couldn't help but let my gaze drift down to her injured leg. Even through the pantyhose, I could clearly see a misalignment of her tibia. The sexy lawyer had a fractured leg beneath the fabric of her black pantyhose, could she get sexier?
With each step we took together, her broken leg gently elevated to avoid putting any weight on it, I found myself drawn towards her. The sight of her broken leg, her quietly painful moaning and her fully erected nipples turned me on like nothing had before.
We made our way towards the elevator one hop at a time, our bodies pressed against each other, a surge of excitement washed over me, the lines between therapist and patient blurred even more.
We stepped into the elevator with an electrifying sexual tension. The doors closed behind us, enclosing us in a private space where the outside world ceased to exist. With my arm still supporting Sophie around her waist, our bodies remained close, and I could smell her perfume all around me.
I knew she was in pain and yet she leaned her firm and strong body against mine. Her tight little ass against my penis. Right away I got even harder with a bit of precum. Did she do it on purpose? I wanted to kiss her so badly to feel her lips against mine.
As the elevator reached its destination, I hesitated to let go of Sophie, reluctant to break the intimate connection we had established. But the doors opened, Sophie's pain was evident, as I guided her towards the indoor parking lot.
I hurried to the parking lot, our intimate encounter in the elevator lingered in my thoughts.
I returned with my car to find Sophie leaning against the wall waiting, her radiant smile softened by the pain she endured. Assisting her into the passenger seat, my gaze shifted between her good, healthy leg and the one that now was probably fractured. I couldn't deny the fascination as I had watched her navigate her way on one leg into the car.
Arriving at the hospital, I remained composed, my focus on ensuring Sophie received the care she needed. As I rushed to get a wheelchair, I couldn't shake the mix of concern and sexual desires inside me. Helping her out of the car, I carefully transferred her into the wheelchair, gently supporting her broken leg.
As we followed the nurse down the hospital corridor to get the X-rays done, I caught a glimpse of a male patient on crutches past us. His right leg was in a lower leg cast with a cast shoe and his left leg was amputated at the knee. He was engaged in light conversation with his girlfriend or wife. I couldn't stop staring and feeling my erection building inside my pants.
As we entered the X-ray room, Sophie's eyes met mine, and she leaned in slightly.
"I saw how you reacted seeing that patient just now. It reminded me that I'm not alone with crazy fetishes doctor". She then quickly slid her long fingers against the front of my pants, not helping my situation at all.
I smiled warmly at her insight. "Absolutely, Sophie. You're right"
Once the X-rays were complete, we returned to the waiting room to hear the doctor's verdict. Sophie's leg was now elevated and resting on a cushioned surface, she fidgeted slightly, anticipation evident on her face.
A female doctor approached us with a warm smile, holding a tablet showing the X-ray images in her hands.
"Dr. Miller, Sophie," she greeted us,
"I'm concerned that the X-rays show a broken tibia and a small fracture in the fibula. We will need to realign the tibia to ensure proper healing before casting your whole leg." The doctor explained the procedure in detail, and I could see Sophie's intelligence at work as she absorbed the information. Like a kid she wasn't counting the days until xmas but How long she would be in a cast and on crutches.
As Sophie lay on a table, her leg carefully positioned for realignment, the medical team worked with precision. The doctor's skilled hands held Sophie's leg firmly, as the nurse provided support from the other side. Slowly, they began to rotate her leg, applying a controlled pull to realign the broken bones. Sophie winced, her face contorting with pain.
As the bones realigned, I could almost feel the tension in the room and in her leg.
Sophie's leg was now back in alignment, and the nurse secured it in a long black cast bent at the knee that she would be wearing for 6 weeks minimum while using crutches full time. I felt a surge of relief. I stood by her bedside, offering words of encouragement, Sophie turned to me with a look of gratitude that reached deep into my soul.
My gaze couldn't help but be drawn to her long leg cast, bent at the knee, with her exposed toes peeking out from the cast. As a doctor, my instinct was to ensure her comfort, but the fascination with her cast was beyond my professional responsibilities.
I gently touched the edge of the cast, my fingers tracing the lines where it met her skin. Sophie's eyes met mine, and for a moment, I hesitated, unsure but she pulled my hand higher against her wet panties.
"It's OK Dr. Miller"
Sophie pulled me gently towards her, closing the distance between us. Her lips met mine in a tender and passionate kiss despite the pain.
Part 4 to come
K