Wednesday, August 23, 2023
Flight attendant prologue
Hello, my name is Jewel and I will be your flight attendant in the story. I invite you to join me in my story of twists and turns in Italy. Flight attendant by profession, my life has always been about exploration and adventure. From the moment I step onto an airplane, my heart soars with the anticipation of new horizons, new connections, and new romance waiting to unfold.
My scary tale began on a flight from Montreal to Rome, where I crossed paths with Marco Alessio. Beautiful and sexy man, he shattered the boundaries of my reality, leading me down a path I could never have foreseen.
From a charming encounter on the flight to the sinister depths of captivity, my life takes a dramatic turn, thrusting me into a world of fear, injury and survival. But inside the darkness I meet Maria, a beautiful little and sexy Italian.
So, let's embark on this journey together. From romance, horror, pain, wild sex and everything in between.
Are you ready to dive in?
Jewel
Tuesday, August 22, 2023
Monday, August 21, 2023
Sunday, August 20, 2023
Psychiatrist conclusion
I entered my office with my crutches dressed in a business suit. A smile tugged at my lips, a silent acknowledgement of the progress I had made. Earlier that morning, I had taken the step of cuffing off my pant leg to better accommodate the presence of my red cast. It was a small adjustment to open up to my fetish.
Sammy, my assistant, wheeled herself over to greet me, her vibrant energy contagious. Her genuine smile lit up the room, and for the first time, I found myself truly looking at her, not just as my assistant.
I couldn't help but notice how beautiful and smart Sammy looked dressed in her black blazer and pencil skirt. The ensemble accentuated her figure in an elegant yet professional manner, showcasing her long and crippled leg. Her dark hair was pulled back into a neat bun, with a pair of delicate silver earrings.
"Good morning, Dr. Miller!"
"Morning, Sammy,"
"How was your dinner last night?" Sammy's curiosity was evident.
I leaned against my desk, my weight supported by my crutches. Memories of the elegant restaurant and the engaging conversation as Lauren with Sophie, floated through my mind. The rest was maybe too much to discuss with my assistant.
"It was wonderful. Sophie and I had a truly delightful evening."
Sammy's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Lauren looked so beautiful Dr Miller"
I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through my body, "Yes, she's something special."
"I was wondering if you'd be interested in joining Sophie and me for a casual get-together at my place tonight," I suggested. Her surprise was evident, but her smile grew wider.
"That sounds like fun, Dr. Miller. I'd love to."
I stood before the mirror in my bedroom dressed as Lauren, I wore a stylish leather skirt paired with a fitted blouse. My crutches leaned against the nearby wall, while I stood on my good leg. I was adjusting my skirt when the doorbell rang, signalling Sophie's arrival.
I grabbed my crutches and made my way to the door. Opening it, Sophie was standing in a lovely dress. Her broken leg almost touched the ground, while supported by her crutches. Her smile was warm, her eyes shining with anticipation, not sure what to expect.
"Good evening, Dr. Miller," Sophie greeted me with her charm. "Please, come in."
Minutes later, the familiar chime of the doorbell echoed through the house, announcing Sammy's arrival. I made my way to the door on my crutches. As I opened it, I was greeted by Sammy's radiant smile.
"Hey there, Dr. Miller," Sammy greeted me warmly.
"Hello, Sammy," I replied, returning her smile. "Come on in."
Sammy wheeled herself inside with an easy grace. Sitting in her wheelchair dressed in a stylish black cocktail dress and 5 inch heel she was very elegant and sexy.
"Lauren, you're looking absolutely stunning,"Sammy remarked and then she wheeled to Sophie.
I watched the 2 sexy women while Sammy made her way into the living room. She approached Sophie, her wheelchair was so close that Sophie's long leg cast was in between the wheels of the chair. Sophie leaned down and lifted the young woman crippled leg.
"Can I remove your high heel shoe?" Sammy said yes and Sophie removed her shoe and pulled her delicate and crippled foot to her lips and kissed her toes through the pantyhose.
Sophie then pulled the wheelchair even closer to her until her black cast was between Sammy's leg and stump.
There I was standing on my crutches while Sammy brought her finger over Sophie's red lips and gasped as Sophie sucked her finger into her mouth. Sophie sucked Sammy's finger the way she would suck Lauren's hard penis.
Then Sophie grabbed Sammy's wheelchair and pulled her forward quickly and roughly against her long cast sending waves of pain through her broken leg. The young woman leaned forward and kissed Sophie, their lips met and Sammy's tongue slid inside her mouth.
When they parted, both women were breathless and stared at Lauren. I moved closer to them, not sure what to expect while I sat beside Sophie on the couch. Sammy moved closer in her wheelchair, leaned forward and brought her mouth to mine. I kissed her like I always wanted to do but while Sammy and Lauren kissed, Sophie reached over and started to stroke my penis. Sophie then unzipped and slid down my skirt and took my long and hard penis into her mouth while I continued to kiss Sammy.
Sammy pulled away in her wheelchair from me and tried to catch her breath. I slid off the couch to the hardwood floor, Sophie joined me, her cast banging against mine. Sammy watched Sophie suck Lauren' hard penis.
And then, as if on cue, Sammy gracefully slid out of her wheelchair, her movements fluid and controlled. She crawled on the hardwood floor beside me, her black dress up her hip, she was not wearing any panties and her smile was radiant.
We both stared when Sophie lifted herself off the floor, her broken leg suspended in its cast. As she balanced on one foot, she hopped gracefully towards the waiting wheelchair, she then lowered herself into it. Her broken leg extended slightly in front of her. Sophie's gaze met mine, a twinkle of triumph in her eyes.
"What are you up to?" Lauren asked Sophie but Dr Miller knew.
As if by silent agreement, Sammy started sucking Lauren' penis. I moaned at the sight of my crippled assistant licking me so hard, moaning I grabbed her firm little ass when Sophie asked,
"Tell me to stop, doctor," Sophie said
"Sorry?" Lauren said
"Tell me not to do it?" Please don't, I said. But she did, I saw Sammy's lips all over my long hard penis and Sophie's strong arm roll the wheelchair so fast that when it came in contact with my good leg, both the tibia and fibula shattered on impact. Lauren's leg was bent in a very unnatural angle inside her expensive pantyhose.
Sammy put her crippled leg over Lauren's broken leg, sliding against her broken bones, sending pain throughout the broken limb. Then she used my red cast and pulled herself up on me while she positioned my hard penis inside her vagina. My beautiful Sammy was moaning quietly with a partial sensation.
She loved the sensation of my penis in her while Lauren moaned from the pain in her broken tibia and fibula and I watched Sophie with three fingers deep inside her. She cried out again as she surrendered to the orgasm she was experiencing.
Sammy and Sophie smiled at each other sensing that their new toy Lauren was exhausted, broken and Dr Miller would possibly need surgery for his badly broken leg.
The 2 sexy women knew that this was just the beginning.
The end
K
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