Sexy Bone Specialist part 3

 With a nod of affirmation, I acknowledged the monitor's reassuring data. Alexandra was poised for the next chapter of our audacious experiment. Her trust in my vision, her determination to explore the boundaries of controlled fracture, had brought us to this pivotal moment.

That's a lot of bla bla to say we were ready, our eyes locked in a shared understanding, and I whispered,

"Alexandra, you're ready for this, you will look so amazing leaning on your crutches, cast elevated and also throughout the long process of healing and rehabilitation. You know I have to ask one last time. Are you prepared for all the possible consequences?"

Her voice tinged with excitement, while she replied, "I've never been more ready Vivian. Let's proceed please."

With Alexandra's consent, since everything was being recorded and videotaped I said, "we ventured into the uncharted territory of a controlled experience: broken tibia and fibula of a right leg, female, 26 years old." I was poised and ready.

I initiated the procedure on the computer system. As it slowly began to twist Alexandra's beautiful foot and leg. It was a surreal sight, one that blurred the lines between science and art and fiction. I hopped on my one leg and one crutch to her and I took her hand and kissed it.

She smiled at me and to my surprise she took the same hand and pressed it down against my hip...

As the computerized table proceeded slowly, Alexandra's ligaments bore the initial strain, stretching in response to the twisting force being applied. I monitored her vital sign closely, also talking to her,

"Alexandra, how are you feeling? Any discomfort?" but before answering she slowly lifted my skirt up...Along my one leg and stump...

Alexandra's voice held a hint of strain as she replied, "It's intense, but I expected that, Vivian."

What I didn't expect was to feel her fingers against my pantyhose covered residual limb. For one second I closed my eyes enjoying my stump being touched and caressed by her. It was so erotic, sensual and...totally unexpected.

The twist continued smoothly and the room seemed to hold its collective breath. My professional eyes were trained on Alexandra's leg, the ligaments were stretching as they endured the controlled forces.

Her hand and fingers slid along my stump and inside my pantyhose. But she wasn't done, she thrusted one long finger deep inside my vagina, I tried not to show any sexual reaction but It was useless.

Then, with a distinct yet subdued sound, a ligament gave way. Alexandra's eyes widened, the fingers of one hand gripping the sides of the table while her other finger was against my clitoris. She spoke through gritted teeth,

"I felt that doctor." She knew I was a doctor.

"I feel you too," I replied, shaking slightly.

I tried to keep my voice steady. "That's a ligament tear, a natural response to the forces we're applying. You're doing remarkably well, Alexandra." At the same time I was panting inside me and begging for more from this young woman whose leg was about to be broken.

As the Fracture Table continued its progression, my focus shifted to the tibia and fibula,the two bones that bore the brunt of the twisting forces. It was a sensual dance of biomechanics and bone resilience, a controlled journey through the sensation of fractures. Just the proper pressure, no more, no less.

I tried to steal a glance down between my leg and stump. My hips pushed against her hand and fingers.

"Alexandra, you're doing great," I said, my voice a reassuring presence, I was trying to regain some control.

"Remember, we're exploring the minor limits of your leg resilience. Everything will stop with the break"

Alexandra's face reflected a mix of determination and obviously pain. "I can feel the strain on my bones, Vivian, Dr. Caldwell. It's like a controlled chaos inside me." And yet she was pleasing me sexually with methodical precision with her fingers, 2 to be precise now, my leg felt weak. She was using the same precision sexually that I was medically breaking her tibia and fibula.

As the procedure continued, the tension in the room mounted. With every twist of the Fracture Table, the tibia and fibula endured the strain, resisting the forces applied but for how long?

She heard me moaning, she steadied me on one leg from inside my vagina. My orgasm was building so fast. Then, with a final, definitive twist...a fracture occurred, that crackling sound.

Alexandra's leg buckled slightly on the table, and she let out a controlled breath, biting her lip from the pain in her broken leg.

"I felt it break, Dr. Caldwell. It happened I'm sure." She timed her thrusts to correspond with the phase of her controlled fracture. She was against my clitoris so damn slowly that my stump twitched out of control. I moaned louder and louder and so did Alexandra but for a different reason.

My eyes gleamed with a mixture of lust, pride and fascination. "You've experienced it, Alexandra, you've broken your leg for the first time."

While we both regained control and the procedure completed, the Fracture Table gently returned Alexandra's pretty little foot to its original position.

I proceeded with the next step, with gloved hands, expertly trained and guided by a profound fascination, I examined her broken leg. I could feel the subtle irregularities beneath my touch, the slight displacement of the tibia that had occurred with the twist. Alexandra's leg had responded as intended. Her well-being was paramount, and I was determined to ensure that her leg healed perfectly.

"Alexandra I need to realign your tibia before I apply your first medical leg cast" She nodded looking into my eyes.

With the precision of a skilled surgeon, I initiated the realignment process. My gloved hands, cool and steady, exerted gentle pressure on her broken leg, guiding the tibia back into its rightful position. Alexandra's controlled breaths mirrored my own concentration. As I felt the tibia realign, a profound sense of satisfaction washed over me.

"Let's get that beautiful leg in a cast Alex"

In the intimate confines of the special room in my own house, Alexandra's eyes, filled with gratitude, affection and sexual attraction. Her eyes met mine. Without a word, she gently pulled me closer, our lips meeting in a passionate yet tender kiss. Our tongues danced until...

"Vivian I need to tell you a secret" At that precise moment, looking at her broken leg, I felt my age when the lyrics of Pretty Little Liars came to my mind.

Got a secret,
Can you keep it?
Swear this one you'll save.
Better lock it in your pocket,
Taking this one to the grave.
If I show you then I know you
Won't tell what I said.

Cause two can keep a secret
If one of them is dead.

Part 4 to come
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Clip 274 Broken ankles, fall in stairs, wheelchair

Clip 273 Broken ankle, crutches, boot

Clip 272 Broken leg, cast, crutches, SLC

Clip 271 Broken foot, cast, crutches, SLC, part 2

Sexy Bone Specialist part 2

 "My fascination with leg casts and crutches, the desire for this experience, comes from my older sister. She was in a terrible accident, she hit a motorcycle while driving her car and lost control of her vehicle into a tree. She shattered her leg in pieces on impact"

I squeezed my stumps against my leg, I could feel the wetness, "Please continue" and continue she did but not before changing seats, Alexandra stood and sat to my left, inches from my stump, from the leg I lost in a motorcycle accident.

"Her leg was in traction for 3 weeks and then a long series of leg casts over the year and surgery. She was so beautiful, tall on crutches with a small sock over her cast, hiding her delicate toes"

I stared at her, speechless, afraid of where that story was going. She leaned over and her left hand rested on my stump, she could feel my pantyhose, my scars and I could feel her fingers inches from my wet vagina.

"One of the ladies on the motorcycle lost her leg in the accident," She said, rubbing my stump slowly, I opened my eyes and stared at this beautiful young woman.

"I was young at the time, but I clearly remember being fascinated," She said, her eyes distant with recollection.

"It was as though the sight of my sister's leg cast drew attention like a magnet, all at once. Her boyfriend couldn't keep his eyes off her broken leg, you know what I mean, Jesus he was almost drooling when she hopped on her good leg and her breasts bounced." She chuckled softly, a hint of nostalgia in her voice.

"As I grew older," she continued,

"that fascination never faded. I played sports with the unique intention of breaking one of my limbs. I never did, of course. But I wanted to understand, to experience what it was like to be in that situation, that one second of vulnerability when the twisting is too much, when the impact is too violent, and your bones break." Alexandra's eyes met mine, a curiosity that had shaped her sexual desires over the years, I could tell.

As our conversation concluded, I made a decision that would change the course of my professional and private life forever.

"Alexandra, I'm willing to help you on this journey, but only under one condition. We will prioritize our safety, both physically and emotionally. If, at any point, we feel uncomfortable or wish to stop, we will do so immediately."

Her eyes softened with gratitude, and she reached for my crutches and handed them over. Once up on my leg and towering over her she shook my hand.

"Thank you, Vivian, for understanding and for being willing to explore this with me. I trust you completely." She said that and looked me over from my black pump to my green eyes, passing over my missing leg.

As we parted ways that evening, I couldn't shake the feeling that the journey ahead would test the boundaries of desire, pain, healing, and human connection in ways I had never imagined. Also I fantasized about making sweet love to Alexandra in a full leg cast.

Over the next few weeks, Alexandra and I meticulously planned each step and I procured the necessary equipment, medications and casting materials on the black market. We set a date for the procedure, and as it approached, a sense of anticipation hung in the air.

The day finally arrived, and we met in a sterile, well-equipped room in my house that I had converted for the procedure. Alexandra, dressed in a hospital gown, lay on the surgical table, her face showing excitement and nervousness. I stood beside her using only one crutch in my white coat.

As I approached the Fracture Table, I leaned against it and I addressed Alexandra, my voice gentle but firm.

"Are you ready for this, Alexandra? This is a serious break, months before you can walk again" I inquired, ensuring her emotional readiness matched her physical preparation. I was also asking myself indirectly since it was a first for me.

She nodded, her eyes fixed on mine. "OMG, I'm ready, Vivian, so ready"

I need to give credit where credit is due. The Fracture Table came from a clandestine partnership between me, a brilliant orthopaedic surgeon if I may say so myself, and an engineering prodigy named Oliver, whose passion for innovation knew no bounds.

My sexual fascination with orthopaedics had led me to dream of a specialized Fracture Table that could mimic the experience of a real fracture, down to the smallest detail. Oliver, that I dated at the time, created the concept that was simple in a way and yet difficult to make it 100% safe and still create a surreal reality.

My part was to understand the human body's capacity to endure and heal, through pain but through the wonder of a totally controlled experience. The Fracture Table was a pink sleek, metallic apparatus that could have been mistaken for a piece of modern art. Its adjustable arms and padded surface was inviting yet eerie scary when you saw the name.

Back in February, Oliver said, "Vivian, we've pushed the boundaries of engineering and medicine. Now, it's time to put it to the test."

With Oliver's consent recorded in the computer, we prepared for the test run, scaphoid fracture, left wrist. He positioned himself on the fracture table, his arm exposed.

I stood on my crutches beside the computer console, my fingers poised to initiate the test run after I was done entering the data in the system.

"Are you ready, Oliver?" I asked.

Oliver met my gaze with a resolute nod. "Yes."

As I initiated the test run, the Fracture Table's mechanisms came to life. Oliver's arm was cradled by padded, adjustable straps, securing it in place. The automated, slow-twisting mechanism, calibrated for his unique experience, began its deliberate motion.

I maintained a constant dialogue with Oliver, monitoring his comfort and well-being as the table mimicked the forces of a real stress fracture.

"How are you feeling, Oliver? Any discomfort?" I inquired, my voice a reassuring presence.

Oliver's response was honest.

"It's like a controlled storm inside my arm." He had just finished stating that when...

Oliver's ligaments responded to the twisting force. I observed his arm closely, the ligaments enduring the controlled forces with remarkable resilience. With a distinct sound, a ligament gave way.

"It's a ligament tear, Oliver, a natural response to the forces we're applying," I explained.

Then, with a final, controlled twist, a stress fracture occurred. Oliver's wrist responded to the simulated force like we expected.

"You've experienced it, Oliver, our first controlled stress fracture", I said leaning over and kissing him. I wanted him more than ever.

With the test run successfully completed, I proceeded to apply a short cast to his arm. I watched with admiration as the cast took shape, mimicking the appearance of a genuine injury.

Later that evening in bed, my crutches against the wall, I looked at him, the cast of his broken wrist slid down my hip and came to rest on my stump. I noticed right away that he got so hard while he caressed my stump, my hips began to sway, and I straddled his large penis until we both came. It was our last night together, we broke up the next day.

I stood on my crutches beside Alexandra, admiration for her courage. This time, I leaned over her, my fingers gently lifting her chin, and our lips met in an intimate kiss. It was a connection, a reassurance of our bond.

On the Fracture Table, her right leg was attached meticulously in two distinct locations, precisely aligned with her bio-metrics and the fracture data entered into the computer. My special room in a soft, sterile light, casted an aura over the room. Alexandra's sexy strong leg was secured with the utmost care, two sets of padded straps cradling her foot and upper leg, ensuring stability throughout the procedure to break her leg.

I turned my attention to the vital signs monitor, its screen displaying data that would guide us through the journey. Her heart rate was elevated but well within the expected range, a natural response to the impending stress.

I'm sure we can all agree that you, dear reader, would feel the same if I was about to break your leg...

Part 3 to come
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Clip 270 Broken foot, cast, crutches, SLC, part 1

Clip 269 Broken ankle,

Clip 268 Walking cast and cane, SLWC

Clip 267 Cast, crutches, SLC

Sexy Bone Specialist part 1

 In the heart of the Mayfair district in London, I, Dr. Vivian Caldwell, lived with a dark secret desire that nobody knew about. While my colleagues admired me for my expertise as an orthopaedic doctor and my patients for my caring nature, I had a hidden passion, a sexual need that I kept carefully concealed.

Even at a young age, I admired both, ladies with beautiful legs and gentlemen with powerful limbs, especially when they were injured. I loved the elegance and grace of long, shapely legs and arms protected by beautiful casts, as well as their resilience when using crutches. This fascination became an integral part of my identity, this sexual fetish covered the entire spectrum from the initial injury through the immobilization period and into the rehabilitation phase. From a young age, I wondered whether others shared this unique attraction.

Ironically through my life, while I openly showcased my own long, shapely right leg, I had lost my left leg above the knee during a motorcycle accident almost at the same time I'd written that secret erotic story. It was an event that had forever altered the trajectory of my life. Now, I gracefully moved around with the aid of crutches or my wheelchair.

I refused to see It as a physical challenge, I had perfected the art of carrying myself with grace and beauty, always confident and poised. I was blessed with dark, wavy hair, sensual lips and mysterious green eyes, that over the years had captivated the hearts of some men and women.

Yet, it was my leg, the one I swung gracefully between my crutches, that consistently surprised me over the years with the genuine curiosity and occasional sexual attraction it drew from both men and women. I noticed this fascination within my medical practice as well. I had observed that some of my clients who required leg casts and crutches during their rehabilitation received a similar kind of attention.

Every morning, as I prepared for the day from my wheelchair, I carefully slid beautiful pantyhose along my long leg and over my stump. The sensation against my skin was a delight, a ritual that celebrated my femininity and graceful leg. One morning, as I stood before my mirror in a sleek pencil skirt and 4 inch heel on my right foot, I found myself pondering a rather intriguing thought.

How many people, I wondered, would relish the idea of standing on crutches, or having their leg or arm encased in a cast because of a broken bone. How many would love to experience under the watchful supervision of a doctor like myself to control the severity of the break and the pain felt?

Later on that evening, I reached for my crutches and positioned them under my arms. I moved toward my home office, upon reaching my chair, I leaned my crutches against the wall and with a fluid motion, lowered myself into it.

That evening was the first day of my new identity, I adopted the pen name "Sexy Bone Specialist." Under this alias, I crafted a message that would set my life on an entirely new, unconventional and possibly illegal path.

"Seeking to explore the art of breaking a bone, the beauty of wearing a cast and the complete healing and rehab process," my post began. It was an invitation to a world unknown to most, a world where the boundaries between desire, pain, fetish and professionalism blurred completely.

"As 'Sexy Bone Specialist,' I am a specialist in bone-related conditions and orthopaedic care. With limited pain and meticulous precision, I will break and mend bones to perfection, allowing you to experience the complete journey and beauty of being casted".

"Whether it's long, short, non weight bearing or walking cast that turns you on, or any type of arm cast, I'm here to fulfill your desires. If you desire an experience that transcends the ordinary recreational cast, please contact me for a confidential discussion."

As the post went live on social media, I felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation. I knew that I was venturing into uncharted territory, opening myself up to consequences but also desires I had long kept hidden.

The response was swift and unexpected. Within hours, my inbox was flooded with messages from curious people who were just drawn to the enigmatic "Sexy Bone Specialist." Some were intrigued by the unconventional nature of my services, while others were simply captivated by the mystery surrounding me.

Among the messages, one stood out. It was from a female named Alexandra, who wrote,

"Dear Sexy Bone Specialist, your post has awakened something within me. Since high school I've always admired the strength and beauty of people dealing with a broken leg. I'm intrigued by your unique approach. I'd like to meet and explore this further."

The message from Alexandra had intrigued me like no other. As 'Sexy Bone Specialist, Alexandra's desire had me both excited and apprehensive. She was asking for exactly what I wanted to offer. We decided to meet at a quiet, dimly lit café nestled in the heart of London.

I arrived early, navigating the bustling city streets on my crutches. Dressed impeccably in a beautiful skirt and blouse, my heart pounded with nervousness as I entered the cozy establishment. I selected a discreet corner table, strategically positioned to afford us privacy for our conversation without drawing undue attention.

Minutes later Alexandra walked in. She was petite and graceful with short blond hair and expressive big blue eyes. There was an undeniable aura of quiet confidence about her. I guessed she was mid 20's.

As Alexandra approached our table, I couldn't help but notice how her eyes flickered briefly to my one leg and beautiful red crutches. It was a moment of unspoken connection, a recognition of how much she wanted to be on crutches that seemed to bridge the gap between us right away. We exchanged polite greetings, and she took a seat across from me.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, what do I call you" she said and asked.

"The pleasure is mine, Alexandra and call me Vivian please" I replied with a warm smile, doing my best to maintain my professional composure. I could sense that our connection had deepened in that fleeting moment of recognition that I was an amputee.

"Now, tell me, what brings you here today? Your message was quite intriguing."

Alexandra leaned in slightly, like she was about to tell me a secret, her gaze never wavering from mine.

"I've always been fascinated by the human body's resilience, its capacity to heal and overcome injuries. There's something profoundly beautiful about it. But I've also felt a deep longing to understand the other side, the beautiful side in my eyes, the pain"

As she spoke, I couldn't help but sense the depth of her desires. This wasn't a mere whim; she had done a profound exploration. Alexandra continued, her eyes looked at my crutches with envy, her tongue almost licking her soft lips. Lips that I wanted to kiss if I'm being honest.

"I want to feel that vulnerability before the accident or injury, that's controlled and guided by an expert like you Vivian. I want to experience what it's like to have my leg broken, both the tibia and fibula" She was waiting for my reaction.

"Continue please" I said but wanted to do so much more already.

"I tried recreational casting but it's not the same. I need to feel my bones break, I want to see my beautiful leg bent and useless for a bit. I want to navigate day and evening on crutches, non weight bearing in my full leg cast. Essentially I'm asking for the complete journey of healing, and to emerge stronger on the other side."

Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, I was at a loss for how to respond. This was an extraordinary request, one that pushed the boundaries of both ethics and personal desires. But there was something about Alexandra's sincerity and the intensity in her eyes that drew me in.

"I understand your desire, Alexandra," I said carefully, choosing my words with precision.

"But I must emphasize that what you're asking for is unconventional and carries inherent risks. Safety and consent are paramount in any procedure, even one of this nature. If we decide to move forward, it will be done with meticulous planning, a focus on allowing you to feel some pain and a commitment to your long rehabilitation to regain full usage of your leg."

Alexandra nodded, her gaze unwavering. "I'm fully aware of the risks, Vivian, and I'm willing to proceed with caution and trust in your expertise. I will sign any waiver if needed."

Over the next hour, we discussed the intricacies of the procedure, potential risks, and the emotional toll it might take when she's no longer in a cast and using crutches. Alexandra was remarkably composed, her determination unwavering.

"My fascination with leg casts and crutches, the desire for this experience, comes from...

OMG I really didn't see that coming.

Part 2 to come
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Clip 266 Leg cast

Clip 265 Sprained ankle, crutches

Clip 264 Broken ankle, cast, crutches, SLC

Clip 263 Broken foot, crutches, boot

Sexy Bone Specialist prologue

 In the heart of London's Mayfair district, I live a life that hides a clandestine world. It's a world I've carefully crafted behind the walls of my own house. I am Dr. Vivian Caldwell, an orthopaedic surgeon, known for my dedication and my remarkable vision, a vision that extends beyond the traditional boundaries of medicine.

My colleagues admire me for my expertise, and my patients value me for my compassion.

But beneath the surface of professionalism, beneath the pristine white coats and the facade of a tall and beautiful woman, I have a secret sexual desire, some would say a fetish but it's so much more.

My fascination lies in the human bones. It's a story that began in my teenage years, an age when most worried about identity, desire and first love. I for one wrote short erotic stories during that time, stories that would later ignite an extraordinary passion within me. Combining those stories with my passion for bones.

As the years passed, my admiration for the elegance of broken limbs grew, a fascination with the grace with which people handled such injuries. It was a fascination that would go on to shape the course of my life in ways I could never have foreseen.

You could say I marvel at the power of the human body to break and heal bones, and I wanted to explore it in ways that no one had dared before. What if we...

But there's a twist to my story. I am, in many ways, a paradox. A tall, stunning, elegant, and graceful woman, I possess dark, wavy hair, sensual lips, and enigmatic green eyes that have captivated the hearts of both men and women.

Yet, fate dealt me a different hand on a fateful day. I became an above-the-knee amputee due to an accident, forever dependent on crutches to navigate my world. My left leg became a mere memory, and my crutches became my constant companions.

Let's delve deeper into who I am. I'm a blend of resilience, intelligence, and audacity. I am a woman who defies conventions, challenging societal norms to help my clients experience the limits of their own physical endurance and sexual pleasures.

I hope you will join me.
Vivian

Clip 262 Cast, crutches SLC

Clip 261 Sprained ankle, crutches, preparing for a date

Clip 260 Car accident broken femur, full leg cast and crutches, wheelchair

Clip 259 Broken ankle, SLWC, crutches, cast, cane later