Tuesday, August 15, 2023
Monday, August 14, 2023
Psychiatrist part 7
The crisp morning air greeted me, I felt the cold air on my toes, even if I was wearing a black sock over the foot portion of my cast, as I made my way towards the beautiful and impressive court building, my heart pounding with excitement and nerves.
Today was a special day. I had decided to surprise Sophie by showing up at her workplace, watching her in action in court as the powerful attorney she was, gracefully navigating the courtroom on her crutches and I was pretty sure exposing her sexy strong leg and her black cast.
Entering the courthouse, the distinct click of my crutches reverberated across the floor, drawing attention I didn't want. The shape of my full leg cast obvious under my pants, a slick reminder of a vulnerability that I loved. They were staring at the tall man on crutches with an obvious broken leg.
I couldn't help but wish I was ready to go in public dressed up, even though that wasn't the case at the moment. A few more steps on my crutches, the bottom of my cast slightly above the floor while I pictured myself in a knee-length leather skirt, black pantyhose and a soft blouse. My one foot in an elegant high heel pump that accentuated the arch of my foot, completing a look that I wanted to share someday.
I admired Sophie for the way she carried herself with poise and confidence, despite the challenges of her broken leg, she was truly inspiring. You had to understand that even if she had this cast fetish, her leg was really broken. To see her in her workspace, exchanging with the jury, would make me fall even more under her spell.
Finding a spot in the back of the courtroom, I discreetly observed Sophie as she prepared for the morning session with her co-counselor. She looked stunning, dressed in a tailored business skirt that made it easy for her long leg cast. Her curly hair was up in a bun while she gracefully leaned on her crutches, with a low heel on her good foot.
To my surprise, Sophie wasn't wearing pantyhose as I had expected, but instead, her leg cast was fully exposed and on display and I loved that. A pair of Gucci fishnet stockings on her uninjured leg, adding a touch of sensuality to her serious appearance. The pattern of the fishnets emphasized the graceful curves of her long leg.
What caught my attention even more was the cute black fishnet sock she had chosen to cover her toes and a portion of her cast. As my gaze lingered, I couldn't help but imagine the outline of her cute toes comfortable in the sock. The contrast between the delicate stocking and the long and heavy cast accentuated her femininity .
I couldn't take my eyes off her and I wasn't the only one.
"Order in the court," the judge's voice boomed, his gavel striking against the wooden surface. The room hushed into a tense silence, all eyes turning toward the bench.
I watched as Sophie meticulously took notes, her crutches leaning against her chair, her eyes sharp and analytical. When the time came for the defense's opening statement, Sophie rose to her foot and positioned her crutches with an air of purpose. She was leaning on her hands with her back straight, all her weight onto her left leg.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, today we gather to seek justice for a man wrongfully accused." Her gaze swept across the jurors, connecting with each one.
She took a few steps forward towards the jury, her full cast that extended from her thigh down to her toes, led the way while she was supported by her crutches. With the courtroom's gaze fixed upon her, it was Sophie's injured leg against the backdrop of the polished floor.
I knew she was very fluid on her crutches but her strides were nothing short of graceful. They became an extension of her arms, like Sammy's wheelchair was to her crippled legs. Both ladies were in total control, and the choice of her business skirt that gently swayed with each step, showing a bit more of her broken leg increased the scene.
"My client is innocent of the heinous crime he stands accused of. We will prove beyond a shadow of doubt that the evidence against him is circumstantial at best."
As she continued her opening statement, her gaze occasionally met mine, our eyes locked once. She knew I was watching her legal prowess but also everything else she was offering, grace, intelligence, beauty and total sensuality, she was so sexy in her full leg cast and crutches.
As Sophie concluded her opening statement, the courtroom buzzed with energy. She gracefully pivoted on her crutches, her movements elegant, as she made her way back to her counsel table. Her gaze met mine briefly.
Sitting down, Sophie skilfully positioned her crutches for support while she smoothly lowered herself into the chair, her long leg cast extended out in front of her under the table. She was even wiggling her toes. The way she transferred from her crutches to the chair reminded me of Sammy, transferring from her car to her wheelchair.
During the recess, I grabbed my crutches and discreetly made my way towards Sophie's table, waiting for her to notice me. When her eyes finally met mine, a look of delight crossed her face.
"I wanted to see you in action, doing what you do best and let me tell you something...WOW,"
She blushed and smiled. "Thank you, I'm glad you came."
"Do you have time for a coffee?"
Navigating the bustling corridor with our crutches, what a couple we made with our leg casts. We entered the "legal brew" and found a small corner table. I carefully settled into my seat, making sure to accommodate my cast, while Sophie positioned herself opposite me. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as we took a moment to relax.
As we sat there, Sophie let out a soft sigh, "My broken leg is killing me today," she confessed, her eyes briefly closing.
Instinctively, I reached out and gently took hold of her broken leg, carefully lifting it and resting it on my lap, against my own cast. While her hard cast applied pressure on my penis, I removed her cute little black sock, revealing her toes. I began to rub her toes and that seemed to ease her discomfort or at the very least distract her.
"Is this better?" I asked.
"Much better, thank you."
Sophie's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, noticing the effect her cast had on my penis as she leaned forward slightly.
"You know, Connor, I've been thinking about tonight. How about we do something a little different, more daring?"
"What do you have in mind?"
She took a sip of her coffee before continuing. "Well, since we've been exploring desires and fetishes I want to see you cross-dress when we go out. Embrace your femininity just like you encourage me to embrace my desires."
I was taken aback, a mixture of emotions, surprise, nervousness, and excitement.
"Think about it. It could be a liberating experience"
"I'll take care of everything. We'll start with makeup, a touch of foundation, a hint of blush to accentuate your cheeks, some well-placed eyeshadow to make your beautiful eyes pop, and a fabulous wig that suits you."
A mental image formed in my mind. Sophie's hand gently brushed against mine, a gesture of reassurance.
"Trust me, you'll look absolutely gorgeous." I could feel her genuine excitement. By accident her hand slid off her broken leg onto my erected penis that she caressed slowly.
"I can already imagine you in a chic skirt, a lovely blouse, and a nice black pump on your good leg and that long red cast that adds a unique touch to your ensemble."
"I trust you Sophie. Let's make it happen but please don't make me cum here..."
Part 8 to come
K
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