Saturday, August 19, 2023
Friday, August 18, 2023
Psychiatrist part 9
Then, Sophie emerged from the room…
“OMG” was all I could say but stare. She was standing on her crutches almost naked with her long leg cast in full display.
I was so turned on looking at her. Her small breasts swelled out of her black bra, nipples almost peeking out. She was very sexy, smiling at me, wearing black silk stockings over her good leg and black cast attached to a sexy garter belt. A 4 inch heel pump completed her look.
She was commanding attention in a way that left me momentarily speechless. I couldn't help but feel a rush of anticipation. Her smile alone had me so hard, with a hint of mischief in her eyes as she took steps toward me on her crutches.
The sway of her hips, her long leg cast leading the way was a real suggestion of sensuality becoming erotic. Maybe it was the caster in me but with each tap of her crutches against the floor, she seemed to convey a silent promise, an invitation to explore even more between Lauren, Connor and Sophie.
She stopped on her one leg with her broken leg suspended in midair.
My gaze traced her curves with my eyes and then, her fingers brushed between her legs, up her breasts and nipples to her curly long hair. Then a subtle shift of her weight on her crutches and she slid one finger inside herself, rotating ever so slowly, moaning quietly, begging.
“OMG,” I whispered, my voice betraying my desire. I continued to take in the sight of her, standing before me, on crutches and masturbating with an air of confidence that was impossible to ignore.
“Do you like my new look Lauren?” she asked, her tone sending shivers down my spine.
“More than I can express,” I said, she was exploring uncharted waters of our desires.
With a graceful movement, Sophie lowered herself onto the couch beside me, her crutches leaning against the armrest. As our eyes met, a shared understanding passed between us, woman to woman.
"I love embracing the unexpected Sophie” I said.
“Lauren, I’m so sorry that after breaking your ankle, they now had to amputate your other leg at the knee, let me take a look at your stump,” she said, while her long fingers rubbed my erected penis and then she licked the pre-cum with her lips and tongue.
I nodded appreciatively, allowing her to position my hard cast between her legs. From her small feminine backpack, she retrieved 2 rolls of ace bandages. Her fingers moved with practiced ease. She helped me bend my knee.
As she worked on my recreational stump, I couldn't help but rub her cast, protecting her broken leg that had brought us closer together. Sophie's touch was soothing, her fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to secure the bandage without causing too much discomfort but precum was dripping.
Sophie carefully rose, grabbing her crutches for support, careful not to put weight on her broken leg, she navigated with grace. With slow and deliberate steps, Sophie made her way towards my bedroom, her crutches gently tapping against the floor. Her hips, her tight ass, her strong leg and that long black cast…All were driving me crazy.
“Oh Lauren, with your new amputation, you need to crawl to me baby, I need you inside me DR MIller” she called over her shoulder, her voice carrying a sensual tone.
Without breaking eye contact, she slowly lowered her crutches to the floor beside her. My heart skipped a beat as I watched her balancing on one leg, making sure she didn't put weight on her broken leg. The cast protecting her leg was such a compliment to her sexy look.
With her crutches now set aside, Sophie's attention shifted to the floor. She extended her good leg slightly, her hands planting firmly on the ground to support her descent, as she slowly lowered herself to the floor. Once seated, Sophie let out a soft sigh, her eyes meeting mine once again, she spread her leg and cast wide open. She was so turned on sexually, so wet.
“Crawl to me Lauren.”
She was amazing, I struggled off the couch to the floor. My eyes fell upon my legs, full leg cast and the other amputated at the knee. I began to crawl across the cold, hard floor. Each inch forward sliding my cast surprised me with slight pain coursing through my broken ankle. I looked up at Sophie, she was rubbing her vagina staring at me and smiling.
Lauren made her way down the hallway sliding along her long red cast and her stump rubbing painfully.
Once I was close enough my fingers grabbed Sophie's good leg, and I pulled her closer. I caressed her covered leg and foot. We were both so turned on, I ripped her stocking off her cast and leg and kissed her exposed toes at the end of her cast.
“Remove your skirt Lauren” She ordered and I did and freed my hard penis. What came next almost made me pass out.
Sophie positioned herself so her leg cast was against my penis and with her other little foot she rubbed me so hard. Her delicate toes were stroking my penis against her broken leg, up and down while she rubbed my stump with her long fingers.
I grabbed her good leg before she made me cum and kissed her foot, up her calve to her upper leg. I firmly pushed her leg and leg cast apart and then used my left hand and fingers to tease her, god she was so wet. For the 1st time in a long time Sophie was losing control, she squirmed and moaned out of control.
“Oh god Lauren, Connor” She moaned, closing her eyes, her hand trying desperately to grab my missing leg. The one that I wanted amputated, It was so amazing.
I bent down and gave Sophie a few long licks that sent her into a delicious orgasm. We both smiled and I lifted Sophie's broken leg on my shoulder and my stump pushed aside her good leg, spreading her wide.
I positioned myself in front of her and then leaned forward to enter her. But I wanted to tease her so I pushed into her very slowly and so deep with my long penis holding inside her while she shook.
“Please don’t stop like that,” Sophie shuddered, moaning.
I grabbed her perky breasts, pinching her nipples, starting to move my hips, my long penis almost out of her, her eyes closed enjoying the sexual punishment. I could feel Sophie's muscles contract as she craves for my penis.
“Oh god please” She moaned, losing even more of her control and confidence.
And then I push in and out, deeper than before, she implodes as she feels me push deep inside her. Just like when she broke her bones, she felt like she was above herself as she orgasms over and over. Her sexy broken body was finally Lauren’s to control as we both exploded one last time in each other's arms.
Conclusion to come
Thursday, August 17, 2023
Wednesday, August 16, 2023
Psychiatrist part 8
As the sun cast a warm glow across my living room, standing on my good leg, I adjusted the leather skirt that clung to my hips. It was a daring choice, the skirt felt wonderful, natural to me and it was very thrilling.
My blouse, a delicate fabric with lace patterns, tightly fitted against the sexy strap on silicone breasts that Sophie had delivered to my place with a lovely brown hair wig. I stood on with my broken ankle floating off the floor and with each button I fastened, I felt a surge of excitement to see my C cup breasts take shape.
A knock on the door interrupted my contemplation and I smiled. It could only be Sophie. I grabbed my crutches and hobbled to the door. As I opened the door, Sophie stood there, beautiful, her broken leg in full display.
"Lauren, you look absolutely stunning!" Sophie said, squeezing her crutches, her eyes twinkling with genuine admiration.
"That leather skirt and black pantyhose over your red cast suits you perfectly."
I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks at her compliment and I felt that Lauren suited my female persona to perfection.
"Thank you, Sophie. And you look lovely." He leaned down and kissed her.
She wore a sexy halter neck maxi dress with ultra high side slits that left nothing to the imagination, perfect view of her strong and healthy leg and her long black cast. If you add the dangerous 4 inch Saint Laurent Cassandra patent-leather sandal she was everything except conservative, very, very sexy woman.
I observed Sophie's transformation, from a poised and conservative lawyer using her broken leg in court like a surgeon using a scalpel, to an elegant sexy woman that could use her sexual appeal like a dominatrix. And of course, there was her distinctive attribute and fetish, the non-weight bearing full leg cast.
As we prepared to head out for the evening, Sophie offered to help with my makeup. She started with light eye-shadow, matching eyeliner and black mascara. Once that was done, I put on my deep red lipstick.
"I have to admit, I'm very nervous. It's strange how something like my broken ankle can unravel so many layers of who I am. Going public on crutches, dress like I am, being Lauren tonight will be amazing"
My words lingered in the air.
Sophie's voice held a note of warning. "Are you ready for everything and nothing tonight, Connor? You know what I mean the world is not ready for Lauren, let's be honest"
I met her gaze, my heart racing with nervousness. "I believe I am, Sophie. With you by my side."
With a smile, she rose from her seat, her broken leg shifting gently as she moved.
"Let's make tonight unforgettable, Lauren."
As I dialed up an Uber, Sophie standing on crutches leaned in with anticipation.
"Connor, let's make this evening truly unforgettable. How about we try "La Belle Étoile" , the French restaurant that just opened downtown?"
The name itself seemed to hold a promise of enchantment, and I quickly agreed with a nod. I recalled reading that it was a Trans friendly restaurant for cross-dressers, transsexuals and related persuasions and their friends
"That sounds perfect, Sophie."
Our Uber arrived promptly, and as we settled into the backseat, the driver glanced at our matching casts and offered a sympathetic smile.
Navigating the entrance of "La Belle Étoile," only 2 small steps but our movements drew glances from passersby. With each carefully placed step on crutches and the swinging of my broken ankle and Sophie's broken leg, created quite a contrast to other clients.
As we crossed the threshold into the restaurant, our eyes were met with sophistication, elegance and delicate shadows across the room. The attentive maître d' led us to a beautifully set table that left plenty of space for our long leg casts.
Sophie's appreciation was evident in the way her smile deepened. The glimmer in her eyes reflected not only the beautiful and practical surroundings but also the adventure. Here I stood, fully embracing my Lauren persona, my leg in a red cast and relying on crutches for support. The reflection in the mirror showed a striking and beautiful woman that captured the essence of this unique moment.
Sophie's broken leg rested on my lap, while I positioned my broken ankle comfortably and visible. As the main course was served, our conversation deepened, the restaurant's ambience seemed to enhance our connection, creating even more intimacy.
As the evening began to wind down, we were having dessert, a delightful ending to a memorable night that I would never forget. A familiar face approached us, rolling her wheelchair gracefully. It was Sammy, my beautiful assistant. She was dressed in a chic black cocktail dress with a stylish 4-inch heel, she was so elegant.
"Hello, Dr. Miller, Sophie," Sammy greeted us warmly, her eyes staring at Sophie leg cast on my lap"
"Hello, Sammy,". Sophie also extended her greetings.
Sammy's gaze shifted from Sophie's broken leg to Dr Miller broken ankle and skirt, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Dr. Miller, you look absolutely stunning, even with the broken ankle."
"Thank you," I responded. You know that expression that the cat is out of the bag... I gently corrected Sammy, "Actually, Sammy, tonight you may call me Lauren."
Sammy's eyes widened in appreciation, a playful grin crossing her lips as she rolled closer to Lauren, her crippled foot against her boss's broken ankle.
"Lauren, of course. I must say, that skirt is beautiful. The way it complements your long legs."
I could see Sophie staring at Sammy's graceful movement in her wheelchair. Her powerful arms propelled her forward with elegance. The black cocktail dress clung to her heavy round breasts that Sophie clearly wanted to caress and lick. As Sammy wheeled herself back to her table, Sophie's gaze followed, drawn to the way Sammy's sexy high heel sat in the foot rest, her leg still showing some muscle tones. She was leaving a lasting impression on Sophie's mind.
As we arrived at my doorstep leaning on our crutches, I turned to Sophie, a soft smile playing on my lips. "How about we cap off this wonderful night with a nightcap? I have a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon waiting at my place. What do you say?"
A delighted smile curved her lips, her eyes reflecting a shared enthusiasm. "That sounds absolutely lovely, Lauren."
I gracefully lowered myself onto the couch, trying to find a comfortable position with my broken ankle. At the same time there stood Sophie on her crutches smiling, staring at my cast and leg, she looked like the devil planning something sensual.
My eyes remained fixed on Sophie as she gracefully made her way towards the doorway leading to my fetish room. The soft illumination played upon her feminine shapes. I was captivated by the way her crutches provided support and the movement of her hips.
As Sophie disappeared into the room, the anticipation in the air was palpable. My mind raced with curiosity. I continued to stare at the doorway, my heart quickening as I wondered what she might be retrieving and what her plans were.
Then, Sophie emerged from the room...
OMG was all I could say and stare.
Part 9 to come
K
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