Monday, August 14, 2023
Sunday, August 13, 2023
Saturday, August 12, 2023
Psychiatrist part 6
The first morning waking up in a medical full leg cast was an experience unlike any other. As I opened my eyes, I felt the cast on my leg that I greeted with excitement. Slowly, I sat up in bed and reached for the plastic bag/protector that was placed over the cast before showering to keep it dry. I grabbed my crutches and slowly made my way to the bathroom.
Stepping into the shower, I carefully stood on my good leg cautious not to put any weight on my broken ankle. The sensation of the warm water on my exposed skin was nice and the plastic bag kept my cast dry.
After my shower, I dried myself standing on one leg. Dressing proved to be a challenge, while maintaining a semblance of professionalism. I opted for a business suit with a discreet slit on the side of my pants to allow for my long cast. I stretched a black sock over the foot portion of my cast so as not to expose my toes. I was ready to embrace in my public life with part of my fetishes but not the cross dressing one yet.
I grabbed my crutches and made my way to the kitchen realizing that for the next 6 weeks the support from my crutches was going to be an integral part of my daily routine. Breakfast proved to be another adventure, as I learned to balance a plate while using the one crutch to move around. I needed to adapt to my new mobility or lack of.
As I arrived at my clinic, I couldn't help but feel nervous since Sophie had an appointment, and I couldn't wait to see her again. My mind went back to yesterday as I thought about the intimate moments we shared, and how beautiful and sexy she looked.
I hobbled into the clinic on my crutches, my assistant Sammy wheeled herself around her desk to greet me, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in my long red cast partially exposed in the slit of my pants. I couldn't help but admire her grace as she effortlessly moved around in her sporty wheelchair.
"Dr. Miller, what happened? Are you okay?" Sammy asked with concern, leaning forward in her wheelchair.
"It's just a little accident, nothing serious, I broke my ankle and torn ligaments in my knee" I reassured her with a smile, though my attention couldn't help but drift to Sammy herself. Her blond hair cascaded in gentle waves, and her beautiful blue eyes. I was so attracted to women using wheelchairs, their exposed legs. It was clear that her wheelchair was not a limitation at all. She had been using a wheelchair since a car accident years ago when she lost her left leg above the knee and was paralyzed from her hip down.
"It's definitely a bit uncomfortable," I lied to her earlier question about my cast.
Sammy nodded, she continued to ask me various questions about my cast, crutches, and the experience of having a broken limb. Her curiosity was obvious to the point where I questioned if she shared similar fetishes in her previous life or even now in her wheelchair. She always dressed in skirts and heel on her one leg. Leg and stump looking both desirable and sexy.
Finally, the moment arrived, and Sophie walked through the door on her crutches. I couldn't help but stare at her beauty. She was dressed in a chic tight fitting skirt and blouse that accentuated her curves and showcased her long healthy leg. But her full leg cast and crutches in full display showed how much she was embracing her own fetish.
"Good morning, Dr. Miller," she said with a warm smile.
"Good morning, Sophie," I replied, returning her smile.
As we settled into the consultation room, Sophie was all business at first, very professional and she shared her progress since our last visit. She never mentioned my broken ankle and I was impressed with her control, how she was capable of separating the 2 without a blink of an eye until...
Our conversation went deeper into the sexual details of her desires, I couldn't help but sense a shift in Sophie's physical and mental demeanour. There was something different about her.. Her eyes occasionally drifted down to my long leg cast, even though it was covered by my pants and black sock. It struck me that the fact she couldn't see the cast entirely might be intensifying her attraction to the fetish itself.
That was intriguing and new, and I felt a need to explore it further.
"Sophie," I began, carefully selecting my words, "If you were with a partner who appreciated your desires, your fetishes, allowing you and participating in recreational casts sessions whenever you wanted, would the fascination of this fetish remain the same for you?"
I observed Sophie's reaction closely, curious to see how she would respond to the question. I could see the lawyer intrigued by the suggestion as she pondered my words, her eyes briefly drifting down to my broken ankle before meeting mine again.
"It's an intriguing thought, but first no partners, man or woman allow me to do anything doctor" she admitted, grabbing her crutches and struggling to stand. With her long cast in full display while leaning on her crutches she was clearly regaining control of the conservation. My concentration went to her 2 legs and hips. God broken or not her legs were so sexy and long in their own way.
She smiled and took a few steps towards me, her broken leg coming in contact with my own cast, I could feel and see her black cast against my black sock,
"Having a partner who not only accepts but embraces this side of me would be incredible. It might change the dynamic slightly, but I believe certain aspects of the fetishes itself would remain."
I nodded, captivated by her insight, I looked into her eyes and lifted my long cast slowly between her legs. She smiled, our connection was evident in her eyes.
"For example using one injury as a sexual tool Dr Miller like you are doing now pushing your broken ankle between my legs, the fascination of feeling fully accepted and desired by the other lover, partner or even doctor simply increased my sexual desires"
Sophie moved forward on her crutches, my sock covered toes came in contact with her panties, I felt the wetness through my sock on my toes. She closed her eyes for 2 seconds. Her hips took over and in a graceful movement she literally rubbed herself against my toes. I was speechless.
"Doctor Miller, to be able to be our real selves openly with another person is rare and you have the chance to combine two of your fetishes is such a captivating experience. But when will you show us your lovely leg, sexy red cast in a lovely skirt and blouse in public?" She asked while returning to her seat.
As Sophie gracefully made her way back to her seat on her crutches, I couldn't help but admire the femininity in her movements. Because of her broken leg, she showed even more confidence, poise and grace. My whole body was reacting to her, my penis was so hard.
As Sophie settled back into her seat, her long leg cast came into view, and my eyes were drawn to it again. The sight of her in that sexy black cast, combined with her elegant skirt and blouse, left me breathless.
But as if that wasn't enough, she added a personal touch by gracefully crossing her other leg over her cast, causing her high heel pump to dangle off her foot. She knew exactly what she was doing with that enticing movement, and I couldn't help rubbing myself against my pants.
Her fingers traced along the surface of her cast, it was so seductive, sending precum that I couldn't control. To say she was vulnerable with a broken leg would have been a lie. I was totally captivated by her presence, by her injury. The way she embraced her cast with such grace was so beautiful and liberating. She was in total control.
"Perhaps one day, for now sharing this fetish with you in private..." I started to reply but...
Our eyes met, a smile on her lips, and she moved one hand to her left breast that she caressed, pinching her nipples while she stared at my fingers rubbing my penis until it exploded inside my pants.
"I understand, maybe later" She moaned, closing her eyes with both hands between her legs.
Part 7 to come
K
Friday, August 11, 2023
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