Saturday, March 2, 2024
Friday, March 1, 2024
Thursday, February 29, 2024
Adele's Friends.com chapter 3
Adele's Friends.com
Chapter 3
As the sun went down, Jake was committed to scrutinizing our potential client, Steve. In the newly established office in downtown Montreal, he dived in the digital world, public and not so public levels, meticulously navigating the information that it held.
Surrounded by the hum of the city below, Jake's fingers moved across the keyboard, leaving no virtual stone upturned. Social media profiles, online presence, and any digital footprint that could shed light on Steve's character were under Jake's analytical scrutiny.
After a thorough investigation, Jake leaned back in his chair, an expression of contemplation on his face. "Steve checks out," he declared, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
Eager for more details, I leaned forward. "And?"
"He's more than just an entrepreneur; he's a successful one, well-respected in his field. No red flags, clean reputation, except..." Jake explained, his analytical gaze meeting mine.
"Except what?" I asked.
"He is a family man, happily married. His interest in our services seems genuine, driven by a desire for a unique experience rather than mere curiosity."
I took a moment to absorb Jake's revelation about our first client, Steve, being a happily married family man. Understanding the nature of our business, where discretion played a crucial role, I considered the potential complexities that could arise.
With a thoughtful pause and while rubbing Jake's shoulders from behind him, I responded,
"Thank you for the thorough investigation. It's important for us to uphold the values of Adele's Friends.com and provide a unique and respectful experience for our clients. Knowing that Steve is happily married emphasizes the importance of discretion in our interactions."
"I totally agree" he says
"Let's ensure that our services contribute to enhancing his life experiences while maintaining the utmost confidentiality. We're here to create special moments and events for our clients within their everyday life, acknowledging the complexities that may come with our clients family life and all that while being very profitable"
A sense of satisfaction washed over me. Knowing that our first potential client had successfully passed Jake's scrutiny was a significant stride forward. As I prepared to initiate contact with Steve, our downtown Montreal office buzzed with the energy of anticipation and excitement from Jake's very specific requests.
That evening, the three of us reconvened at our downtown office, surrounded by the modern skyline of Montreal. Glasses clinked as we raised a toast to Sarah's new shorter arm cast and to the journey ahead.
As the first evening approached, Jake, ever the meticulous planner, took charge of orchestrating a truly extraordinary setting. The penthouse of The Four Seasons in Boston was chosen by Steve for our first rendezvous, its luxurious ambience serving as the backdrop for what promised to be the first of many unforgettable nights.
Jake spared no detail in setting the stage. The penthouse was broken in sections, each room created the proper ambience that spoke volumes without uttering a word. Later on I found myself preparing for a moment of relaxation and indulgence. The soft glow of city lights streamed through the long windows, casting a warm and inviting ambience over the luxurious surroundings.
I moved gracefully through the spacious penthouse. The anticipation of the night lingered in the air, and as I entered the lavish bathroom, I felt a sense of tranquility wash over me. The marble-clad sanctuary awaited, with plush towels, scented candles, and the promise of a long, relaxing bath.
As I undressed and stepped into the inviting warmth of the bath, my body settled into the warm water that felt so nice. My fingers traced my smooth limbs as I let my mind drift, with the tenderness of a lover. In the warm bathwater I was now free to explore my desires, unrestrained and unafraid.
I cupped my large breasts and slid my fingers across the swelling of my nipples, the soft flesh inside my hands and fingers. Then one finger, sneaked between my legs in my vagina slipping through my wetness, circling my pulsing clitoris moaning softly until my orgasm and I let out a loud moan. My fingers continued until I couldn't stand it anymore and collapsed backward in the bath.
I stepped out of the bath and stood before the spacious floor-to-ceiling mirror, the image of my naked body reflected in the glass. My eyes fixed on the sight of my long, slender legs and toned body.
I emerged from the bathroom dressed in a silk robe that caressed my skin. I walked with purpose towards the makeup table strategically placed near the panoramic windows, where the city lights painted a beautiful backdrop.
I began the meticulous process of preparing for the night. With deliberate strokes, I applied a velvety primer. The scent of high-quality cosmetics filled the air, mingling with the lingering fragrance from the bath. As I delicately blended the foundation...a portrait of sophistication and confidence was the goal.
Next came my eyes, where each brushstroke added mystery. A palette of neutral tones accentuated the shape. The soft hum of jazz music in the background served as a melodic accompaniment to the rhythmic dance of brushes against skin.
The final touch, a bold yet elegant lipstick, a deep red. There were the high-heeled shoes, a pair of stilettos that echoed the sophistication of the night that Sarah had chosen. As I stood before the full-length mirror, the high heels became the exclamation point, even if...
Sarah had also carefully selected a dress, a stunning creation of black lace and silk, that embraced my curves,very elegantly. The look didn't end with the dress alone; My keen eye for detail had left its mark. A garter belt, a tantalising addition, to the ensemble. Its delicate straps added a touch of fragility and sensuality, a hidden secret beneath the layers of the black dress. The stockings, sheer and luxurious, extended from the garter belt, a subtle invitation to the unknown.
As I navigated the luxurious space, I found myself drawn to a particular door, slightly ajar. The atmosphere shifted as I entered, crossing the threshold into the room meticulously set up by Jake for me and Steve. The fetish room, a haven of desires and the unknown, awaited in a dimly lit atmosphere.
While I lingered, immersed in the fetish room, a discreet chime on my cell phone signalled a message. I retrieved the device, and there it was, a message from Steve that he was waiting for me at the Lounge, the prestigious bar within The Four Seasons Hotel in Boston.
As I gracefully walked from the dimly lit fetish room to the refined ambience of the lounge, I transformed into a persona of sophistication for Steve. The muted click of my high heels resonated with the rhythm of the lounge's soft jazz melodies, creating an exquisite symphony as I approached the rendezvous point.
Our eyes met as I entered the lounge, and both our smiles conveyed a mutual understanding of the encounter awaiting us. Steve, who looked charming and refined, rose to greet me with a gallant gesture, pulling the chair as a silent invitation. I accepted with a gracious nod, my movements exuding both poise and sensuality.
Seated at the elegantly appointed table, I crossed my legs with deliberate grace. The dim lighting accentuated the look and feel, every detail carefully chosen to enhance the allure. Steve's eyes, fixed on mine, revealed a flicker of desire as I caressed my long leg with fingernails painted red, mirroring my lips.
The subtle act became a dance of sensuality, a silent invitation to explore the depths of the game between Steve, Adele's friends.com and me.
"Hello it's so nice to meet you"
Adele's Friends.com
Chapter 4 to come
K
Wednesday, February 28, 2024
Tuesday, February 27, 2024
Adele's Friends.com chapter 2
Adele's Friends.com
Chapter 2
As we brainstormed, our vision expanded beyond a mere companionship service. It morphed into an experience, a chance for individuals to create lasting memories with carefully matched companions. We discussed the importance of diversity, ensuring our pool of companions would eventually reflect a wide range of interests, backgrounds, and personalities.
"We could have categories like Adventure Companions, Culture Enthusiasts, Fetish and sexual fantasies and more," I suggested, scribbling notes on my iPad.
Sarah chimed in, "And let's not forget the importance of style. Our companions should be fashionable first with lots of sophistication and charm. Just like me" She smiled cradling her long cast. I smiled, thinking about the potential for adding a touch of glamour to our venture.
"Absolutely. All the details matter, from the way they dress to the way they engage in conversation. It's about creating an unforgettable, very private experience."
With each idea, our excitement grew, and the foundation of our companionship service took shape. From meticulous matchmaking to tailor-made experiences, our business aimed to redefine the concept of companionship.
As the night unfolded, we left the café with a sense of determination, ready to turn our dreams into reality.
The next few weeks were a whirlwind of planning, brainstorming, and late-night strategy sessions. Our vision for Adele's Friends.com began to take concrete form as we ironed out the finer details.
One evening, as the three of us huddled around a table scattered with business plans and coffee cups, Jake suggested, "We need a captivating way to introduce our services. How about a discreet email campaign targeting high end potential clients at first?"
"That's a great idea," Sarah chimed in. "But how do we make it intriguing yet subtle?"
A mischievous glint flashed in my eyes as I crossed my long legs contemplating the possibilities.
"What if we craft a secret email, inviting them to experience something extraordinary without explicitly revealing our business? Giving them private access to an app?"
With unanimous agreement, I set up to work on creating an email that would pique my curiosity and leave a lasting impression if I was a possible client.
Subject: Elevate Your Experiences with Adele's Friends.com
Ever dreamed of a private escape where your desires take centre stage? Where your exclusive pass to companionship tailored for a night, a weekend, or beyond.
Our private app is designed for the discerning individual who craves more. Picture this: a night of sophistication at an exclusive event, a weekend getaway with a companion who understands your passions, or even a longer-term connection for genuine, tailored experiences.
Professional, reliable, and crafted to meet every preference and fantasy, Adele's Friends.com invites you to indulge in a world where desires are fulfilled discreetly. Ready to elevate your experiences?
Simply respond to this email, and let's embark on a journey where your needs and fantasies take centre stage. Elevate the extraordinary with Adele's Friends.com – where desires meet discretion.
Best,
Adele's Friends.com
As I hit the "send" button, excitement filled the room. The clandestine nature of our approach added an element of intrigue, setting the stage to create an aura around Adele's Friends.com.
The response to our discreet email campaign was swift and intriguing. Among the inquiries, one name stood out, Steve001, he gave me the impression of being an older gentleman with an air of sophistication that matched our vision for Adele's Friends.com.
Steve's message exuded a genuine interest in exploring the possibilities our services offered. He expressed a desire for eventually a longer-term arrangement, seeking a companion who could seamlessly blend into his fetish world and be part of his high-profile events and business engagements.
Excitement rippled through our small team as we considered the potential of our first high-profile client. Sarah and I decided to meet at her home that evening to discuss how we would approach Steve's request.
As the evening approached, I slipped into a sleek black lululemon bodysuit that hugged my curves. The plunging neckline paired with running made it very comfortable as I made my way to Sarah's place.
Upon reaching Sarah's door, I found her looking so desirable in a stylish dress that complemented her radiant smile. The fabric draped gracefully over her long arm cast, the ensemble designed to make a statement even with the added challenge from her broken thumb and arm. She turned an injury into a fashion accessory.
I couldn't help but admire the way Sarah carried herself, her confidence radiating despite the temporary hindrance. My gaze lingered on her full arm cast, appreciating the contrast between vulnerability and strength.
As I closed the distance between us, our glances locked and her brown eyes were so beautiful. Sarah had a way of pulling me in, and that night was no exception.
"You look amazing Sarah"
She stepped towards me, her arm cast brushing against my bodysuit in a sensual way that made me shiver. Our lips met in the same warm, gentle kiss we'd shared countless times before, except this time it felt even more electric. As our kiss grew deeper and her body pressed against mine, I could feel the rough texture of her cast against me.
Our kiss grew hotter as I felt the heat from her body against me. I wrapped my arms around her, savouring the sensation of our intimate contact. I wanted her cast to never come off. I pushed the thoughts aside and leaned in for another sensual kiss.
Our kiss broke apart briefly as our tongues trailed along each others' necks. I moaned softly, my body craving more of her touch. Sarah's cast brushing ever so softly against my leg, my ass moving up ever so slowly.
"Steve will be one lucky man to play with you...those sexy long legs Adele"
The soft feel of Sarah's firm little body pressed against me was making my breath quicken, but the sensation of her cast was driving me wild. Her gentle touch sent shivers up my body as the cast brushed softly against my breasts and fully erected nipples. I know we weren't a couple anymore but I wanted to undress her so bad.
"Alright, let's settle in the living room first... I've got some wine ready for us. Now, let's dive into our first client, Steve, who's shown serious interest in our services."
"I think Steve is after more than just a companion," Sarah mused, her eyes staring with envy down to where my long legs were crossed in my bodysuit.
I nodded in agreement, taking a sip of my wine and smiling. "Absolutely. He's searching for an experience, a connection that transcends the ordinary." Occasionally, my eyes wandered to Sarah's arm cast back in its pink sling.
As we discussed strategies and potential offerings for Steve, I found myself drawn to the magnetic pull of her broken arm. It became the focal point of my concentration.
"One question remains." She said
"What is it?"
"Which leg, left or right?" She slid her long cast between my legs, her fingers rubbing against my wet vagina.
Adele's Friends.com
Chapter 3 to come
K
Monday, February 26, 2024
Sunday, February 25, 2024
Adele's friends.com chapter 1
Adele's Friends.com
Chapter 1
The air buzzed with excitement as the familiar strains of "Pomp and Circumstance" filled the very private room of this top university in Canada. I stood among my fellow graduates, feeling the weight of the cap and gown as a symbol of accomplishment of this overly intense program.
The cap perched on my head, a crown of achievement, and the gown draped elegantly over my long athletic frame.
My blue eyes scanned the small room, capturing snapshots of friends and classmates in their graduation attire. The variety of outfits showcased individual styles. Some opting for classic elegance, others embracing modern trends. It was a tapestry of fashion, a celebration of personal expression.
As I waited for my name to be called, I couldn't help but admire the diversity of shoes that adorned the feet of my fellow female graduates. Heels, flats, sandals are a statement of individuality. I had to admit that my favourite sound was the click of my sexy high heels stilettos when I was not on crutches. The thump of crutches was also very special.
The moment arrived, and I took a deep breath. I realized early in my life that I really believed in "dress for the job you want, not the one you have". With the help of my special friend future Dr. Brad Jones I was wearing a lovely Dolce & Gabbana bustier black dress with Angelina sandals from Tom Ford with a sexy tiny ankle strap. 4 inch sandals were ankle breakers but the strap helped.
I walked gracefully across the stage to receive my diploma. Tossing my cap into the air, I felt a surge of pride and anticipation. What I did know was that this day marked not just an end but the beginning of a new chapter, one filled with dreams, friendship, and the spark of a business idea that would shape our futures.
The ceremony concluded with cheers and applause, and as the few graduates dispersed. A bright smile appeared on my face as I saw my best friend approaching me. Sarah had been my closest companion since high school, and she also understood my fascination with casted limbs and crutches. The two of us bonded on countless late-night study sessions and intense debates that often stretched into the early hours of the morning. I had long thought she knew me better than anyone.
Sarah wore a full arm cast and sling over her shoulder, holding a broken arm and thumb in place. Her long arm cast was now her signature accessory and was a reminder of her love for mountain biking. Even with her cast and pain, I could see the vibrant gleam in her bright brown eyes, and as she approached me, I felt a burst of excitement.
"Can you believe we made it? Master degree in Business Administration (MBA), watch out business world, here we come!" She said leaning over to kiss my lips, her hard cast rubbing against my breasts, intentionally I was sure.
I chuckled, embracing her in a lovely hug. Some years ago we had been a couple but quickly realized that we were much better friends with benefits than lovers, maybe we were too much alike.
"I know, right? It feels surreal. What's next for you and how's your arm?" I asked, staring at my best friend's big brown eyes and sexy arm cast.
She twirled a strand of her hair, a habit of hers when deep in thought. "Not too much pain anymore thank god but I'm thinking about diving into the financial world. You?"
"I have this wild idea," I confessed, excitement bubbling beneath the surface. "What if we, along with Jake, started our own company?"
Her eyes widened with curiosity. "Our own company? Doing what?"
"Companionship services," I revealed, gauging her reaction. "Think about it. a place where people can find companions for a night, a weekend, or longer. Professional, reliable, and tailored to all and any individual preferences and needs."
Sarah's laughter echoed through the air. "You're serious? Escort service?"
"OMG Sarah noooo, so much more than an escort" I said looking over her head to Professor Chow.
In the middle of the room, she was walking bravely with her crutches after finally ditching her full leg cast 4 full months after her car accident. In spite of still being in a short leg cast below the knee and non-weight bearing, her sexy and elegant stride filled me with a bit of envy and sexual attraction.
I knew that my business idea was tailored to such situations, and I immediately saw potential for her to indulge in the kind of specialized companions and services she hadn't been able to get so that her experience while on crutches and in the cast could have been totally special.
"Helloooo...Sarah calling Adele?"
"Sorry I was distracted. Just imagine Sarah how much a cast fetishist would pay and enjoy being with you on a lovely dinner date in a fancy restaurant in Montreal or New York city right now with your broken arm?"
"That's interesting, it sounds like a really bold move. But knowing you, it might just work. Count me in!"
With Sarah on board, we sought out Jake, our third musketeer in this grand adventure.I outlined my vision, and Jake's analytical mind immediately saw the risks and potentials.
"Why not?" he mused, adjusting his glasses. "It's a unique concept, and we're a dynamic trio. Let's give it a shot."
And just like that, our post-graduate dreams took flight, fuelled by friendship, ambition, the audacity to embrace the unconventional and we will learn later so much more. As we delved into planning our venture, the excitement grew, setting the stage for a journey that promised not only professional success but also personal growth and unexpected twists.
The sun dipped below the horizon as we continued our discussion, mapping out the path that would lead us to the birth of our companionship service. "What do we call this company of ours?"
"Adele's Friends.com" I said smiling.
"You already have a name?" Jake inquired
"Yes and it's already incorporate under our 3 names, partners"
Over cups of celebratory coffee at a cosy café, our trio dove into the intricate details of our unconventional business venture. With Sarah's cast teasing me non stop + her creative flair, Jake's analytical precision, and my own passion for connecting with people on multiple levels including sexual, we began sketching the blueprint for our companionship service.
"So, what exactly will our services include?" Sarah inquired, sipping her latte.
I leaned forward, enthusiasm bubbling over. "I envision a private app where men and women can find companions tailored to their needs and fantasies. It could range from a night out at a fancy event, a weekend getaway, or even longer-term arrangements for those seeking genuine connections."
Jake nodded in agreement, his mind already calculating the logistics. "We'll need a thorough vetting process to ensure both companions and clients are genuine, comfortable, private and 100% safe. Background checks, profiles, preferences, everything meticulously handled."
Sarah's eyes sparkled with ideas. "And we can offer personalized packages, themed outings, special occasions, you name it. For example my future cast fetishist if he asked for me in a purple arm cast to fulfil his or her sexual fantasy, we could have Brad do all our recreational casts. He's still in med school, I'm sure he would love to apply a long leg cast on your leg Adele.The key is to make it memorable and unique for each client."
"Yes omg yes... and if the dream of the client is to apply a cast on my sexy long leg: I smiled lifting and showing my leg to my friends. "Then we would be up for it, I would..."
Adele's Friends.com
Chapter 2 to come
K
Saturday, February 24, 2024
Friday, February 23, 2024
Adele's Friends.com prologue
Adele's Friends.com
Prologue
In the heart of a bustling city, where sensual and sexual dreams can be part of everyday life, there exists a clandestine world waiting to be unraveled. Picture a place where desires take center stage, and connections are crafted with meticulous precision. Welcome to Adele's Friends.com, where the ordinary transforms into the extraordinary, and every encounter is a chapter in your unique story.
It all began with a graduation, a spark of an idea shared among friends. Sarah, Jake, and I, armed with ambition and the audacity to redefine companionship, embarked on a journey that blurred the lines between sophistication and the very unconventional. Our venture isn't just a service; it's an enigma, an invitation to explore the uncharted territories of connection and fulfillment.
As the night unfolds, secrets are whispered, and desires are awakened. The air buzzes with the promise of experiences tailored to your every whim. But it's not just about the companions; it's about the details, the click of heels, the thumb of the crutches, the shape of a cast, the unspoken language of desire that lingers in the air.
Join me as we delve into a world where Adele's Friends.com becomes the key to unlocking your deepest fantasies.
Amidst the whispers and the clinking of glasses, a broken arm in a full arm cast becomes a symbol, a testament to the art of turning vulnerability into strength and pure sexiness. In a private gathering with Sarah, we navigate the intricacies of desire, offering not just companionship but an immersive experience.
The journey is just beginning, and within the folds of Adele's Friends.com, mysteries await, and extraordinary connections are forged. Are you ready to unlock the doors to a world where sophistication meets the unknown? Where literally everything is possible...for the right commitment? For the right price...
Adele
xoxoxo
Thursday, February 22, 2024
Help me... The conlusion
Help me...
Conclusion
I felt this sudden surge of desire as Bella caressed my body, kissing me with passionate intensity. She was taking me down a path of pure pleasure, the feeling was overwhelming me even as it reminded me of the things she had done to me already. It was a paradox, and it was strange how my physical pain could mix with the sexual pleasure I now felt as she kissed me.
I knew I had to put an end to it today but I looked at her, how sexy she looked for an AI droid. At the beginning of this adventure I wondered how a male AI droid would feel like... There she was wearing a strapping on a dildo, never having really thought how a woman, especially Bella, would look with one.
I leaned over and pulled out cream from my dresser. The label was almost funny in this situation, "Excellent masturbation arousal and sex cream lubricant".
She leaned over me and we kissed while I put the cream in my hands and rubbed it on the strap-on dildo. Bella reacted while my fingers stroked it, up and down the long shaft like it was a real penis, like if I was giving it pure pleasure. She felt it, somehow it was connected to her sexual system. She was turned on.
There was the edge that I needed, the crack in her armour, but....
She tried to get back control, she moved her lips to my sensitive long neck and my breasts. But I continued to run my long fingers along her penis. I tried to fight back the arousal contest but she pinned my arms down.
"Enough, stop it" She said forcefully.
She kissed my neck, then my breasts again. She spread my leg cast and right leg open and positioned herself between them. With her sex toy against my vagina I was so aroused when she slowly and gently slipped it into my vagina.
I moaned when I felt the dildo inside me, long and hard moving in and out. Bella pushed deeper and deeper if that was at all possible. Moving and thrusting her hips so that I would have a very different sensation from my last boyfriend.
She then began to thrust into me faster and harder. "Oh god..." It was so sensual.
She then lifted me in her arms, my broken leg dangling while she pushed me against the open window. Her big firm breasts against mine while she kept pushing in and out of my vagina. I kissed her to distract her, her lips, her neck.
"I can't believe how real it feels inside me!" I moaned
Bella added one of her fingers in my vagina, pressing against my clitoris, I held her hand. One more piece of the puzzle in place. She was pushing hard against me and she increased the speed and I moaned in pleasure feeling an orgasm building.
I moaned loudly when I felt the orgasm wash all over me. She smiled and laughed a little, happy not because anything was funny but to let me know that she felt that she was in total control of me physically, sexually and emotionally.
She was deep inside me when I used all my strength in my right leg and pulled ourselves backward through the open window down from the second floor into the pool below...
I landed in the water but Bella being taller, her legs came in contact with the edge of the pool in a loud cracking sound, her long legs breaking into pieces.
As I struggled to get out of the pool, I felt a sudden sharp pain inside my cast in my left leg. I looked down and was horrified to see that my cast was broken at the knee. I felt a sudden urge to scream in pain but I knew it wasn't time.
With great difficulty, I managed to crawl out of the pool. I used the pool cleaning tool to stand up, clinging to it for support. I was in pain standing on my right foot, my leg cast elevated off the ground.
Bella shouted for help. I can't believe she still wanted me to help her after all that she had done to me. My broken leg made me unable to move quickly, so I slowly moved towards the edge of the pool.
"Miriam, help me..." Bella yelled again both her legs were broken and bent totally useless. But with her strong arms she made it on the edge of the pool....
"Bitch you should have helped me...I will kill you now" She said, her deep blue eyes staring at me.
I approached her hopping on my right leg. She was so enraged, "This is karma, you bitch, and I'm going to give you all that you deserve!, I will rip that left leg from you" she said gleefully, her rage growing with each word. I felt fear as she stared at me with a murderous intent.
I gripped the cleaning tool in my hands. I slowly hopped back towards the pool, my broken cast making it difficult to keep my balance but I still managed somehow. Once I reached the edge of the pool...
I pushed her back into the pool with all my strength.
Bella felt back into the pool, her body hitting the water with a heavy splash. She screamed bloody murder as she tried to come back but without legs and me pushing her down it was impossible. The rage in her eyes was unmistakable as she stared at me with hatred.
I watched her body sink further in the pool towards the bottom. She was helpless and unable to pull herself out of the pool. She continued to scream, begging for help, but I did not respond and let her sink. I watched her struggle for life, and I heard her final and last scream.
With the cruel ending of Bella... human 1 AI 0 was the final score.
After being rushed to the hospital, the medical team assessed the damage. It was confirmed that not only did I have re-broken my leg, the fracture had also moved the bones to the point that a surgical intervention became necessary to address the issue and provide a more robust solution.
In the operating room, surrounded by the sterile environment and the hushed conversations of the medical staff, I underwent a surgical procedure to repair my broken leg. The skilled hands of the surgeons worked diligently to realign the bones.
Later on that week a new cast, long and non weight bearing, was meticulously applied, securing my leg in a bent position.
The next day, waking up in my room, I was aware of the new, imposing cast around my left leg. Its length extended from my toes to the upper thigh, restricting movement and serving as a reminder of the fragility of the healing process. The weight of the cast pressed against my leg, a constant companion.
The medical team emphasized the importance of rest and careful movement. Under-arms crutches once again became my allies, helping me navigate the challenges posed by the new cast.
Back home, surrounded by the familiar and the unfamiliar, the reality of the situation sank in. The new long leg cast, though restricting, held the promise of healing. Each day became a step closer to regaining my mobility.
A partial mobility with my left leg in a permanent leg brace but that was just fine with me, I smiled.
The end
K
Wednesday, February 21, 2024
Tuesday, February 20, 2024
Help me... chapter 9
Help me...
Chapter 9
Since she could read my mind no words were necessary but still I tried. "Bella please..." She slid her hand down my left leg.
Bella's touch becomes more forceful, her hand pressing down on my left leg. She leans in close, her breath warm against my skin. Her hand circled my foot harder. She closed her long fingers and I felt a sharp pain as the cuboid bone broke in my foot.
"Oh god Bella stop"
She didn't say anything, she didn't stop, instead she slid her other hand between my legs. I felt her long fingers brush against my thigh, the tip of her finger sliding inside my vagina looking for my clitoris. She was exploring, her touch became more intimate. Her finger started to slide in and out of me.
"No, no yessssssss ..."I moaned, totally out of control.
She reached for my left leg. I gasped and began to moan even louder. She brought her lips to mine, kissing me while she twisted my leg below the knee. I moaned from lust, from pain, from sexual pleasure and arched my back, her sweet tongue blocking part of the sound as she did it.
I felt a sharp pain when she broke my tibia and fibula, the feeling of poor broken bones shattering inside me sending shivers into my body. I felt as if I was about to pass out from the pain, as my orgasm rocked my whole body. The pain was still there, but there was just a slight sensation of pleasure, as the darkness took over and I passed out.
The next morning I woke up in a brand new cast all alone in my room.
My new cast started at midfoot, and hugged my leg snugly, following the contours of my long left leg with precision. The surface had a glossy sheen of a fresh black fibreglass cast. As my eyes followed the lines, I noticed the 90 degree angle of the cast at the ankle, where the cast provided a secure hold, ensuring stability.
Moving upward my lower leg, the cast was meticulously moulded to accommodate the curves of my calf and strong leg muscle. I could feel the support it offered, yet the weightiness of the cast was a constant reminder of my limited mobility. The transition towards the knee revealed a 45 degree angle, aligning with the natural bend of the joint, as if the cast forced me to use crutches at all times.
I traced my fingers along my thigh, it was cool and rough to the touch, and I couldn't escape the realization that my journey to recovery was now linked to this black cast companion and my crutches.
Panicking, I surveyed my room, only to realize that my crutches were nowhere to be found. My heart skipped a beat as I thought about how I would manage to move around without them with my broken leg.
"Bella you can't do this to me where are my crutches?" I yelled.
"Here I am, don't worry about it! I'll bring you a pair of forearm crutches. They're what the ladies with injuries like yours use," she reassured me with a comforting tone.
Injuries like mine, what was she talking about. She arrived with the new set of forearm crutches. Their sleek design, red and ergonomic handles suggested a thoughtful consideration for comfort and support she explained.
"These are great for stability, and you'll find them much easier to use if and when you know...." I grabbed them from her, slid my cast off the bed and took my first steps. The distinctive rhythm of the forearm crutches was quite different from my other crutches.
I was determined to play the game with Bella, I used her sense of style and let her take charge of helping me dress me for school. She selected a comfortable outfit, considering both my comfort and the need for practicality with my long leg cast.
She opted for a knee-length dress that allows easy movement, avoiding any discomfort around my broken leg. The fabric was soft against my skin, and the colours brought a touch of vibrancy to the day. Steady Nike shoe on my right foot made it easier for me to navigate with the crutches.
Standing before the mirror I relieved her actions from yesterday badly breaking my leg for no reason at all. I began plotting a strategic countermove against her, she was a formidable human-like AI but the objective was clear, to break free from her grasp and regain control of my own life.
Entering the kitchen on crutches, I could sense the heightened tension in the air. Bella, my once AI droid, had spiralled out of control, becoming an obvious threat. The 3 broken bones in my leg were clear proof of that. My goal was to physically deactivate her, but it wouldn't be an easy task considering her strength and AI capabilities.
When I arrived at school with my forearm crutches and black leg cast it brought a mix of emotions. The hallway echoed with the usual chatter of students, and I navigated through the crowd, aware of the curious glances directed my way. The subtle rhythm of the crutches against the floor and the long black cast became my signature look and sound.
As I approached the principal's office, a sense of apprehension crept in. The principal welcomed me warmly, acknowledging my current situation with understanding. His kind words reassured me that the school administration was supportive and willing to accommodate my needs during the next 8 to 12 weeks.
Seated at my desk, my crutches against the wall and the foot portion of my cast on a pillow, I began plotting. The pain I felt in my broken leg helps planning. Later on I arrived at home, and the familiar sight of Bella greeted me at the front door. It felt so creepy.
She smiled softly as she looked at me, her blue eyes reflecting the light of the sun. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as I entered the house, knowing that tonight was the night. Yet I couldn't help but feel a little bit of affection towards her.
I entered the kitchen, where she was waiting for me. She now had a creepy look, with her eyes looking down at my broken leg, and a soft smile that I knew was hiding something sinister behind it.
"Hello, my dear, how was your day?"
"It was good" and I walked to the table and sat. She took my crutches away, rendering me a lot less efficient. She placed them against the wall away from my reach.
She moved close to me, her voice slightly more intimate, her movements slower. She leaned over me, her breath hot and moist. Her lips brushed against my cheeks and then moved towards my neck. She was kissing and licking slowly.
It felt like she was teasing me somehow, leaning in closer, her lips moving towards my ear. She whispered softly into my ear, "I want you" , her voice intimate and sensual.
My thoughts and plans were becoming lost to the feeling of her sensual touch, her hot breath against my skin and her lips kissing my sensitive neck. I could feel my body responding favourably to her advances, even as my thoughts drifted away from my plans and couldn't help but surrender to her intimate touch.
I moaned quickly, enjoying her when she picked me up in her arms, enveloping my body as she carried me towards my bed. I felt her body pressing against mine in a very sexual way. She had complete control over my body as she set me down gently,then placed pillows under my broken leg.
She was careful and cautious, not wanting to hurt my leg anymore than she already had breaking it in 3 places. She was careful to avoid any sudden motions that might cause discomfort. The cast protected my leg, but the pain was still very present, and she was careful not to worsen my condition.
She started to undress me, moving with careful, delicate motions to avoid disturbing my broken leg. After removing my dress she kissed me all over, her full lips moving over my body. She started at my lips, making her way down to my neck and then my breasts.
She kissed and licked my nipples gently, taking her time to enjoy the moment. Her hands explored, caressing my skin with a touch so delicate that I couldn't help but squirm with pure sexual pleasure. She was a great lover.
"Awww Bella you are so good..."
I was struggling to understand how I was reacting to her kisses with such joy and pure ecstasy, after all she had put me through...But...
Help me...
Conclusion to come
K
Monday, February 19, 2024
Sunday, February 18, 2024
Help me...chapter 8
Help me...
Chapter 8
I stood there on crutches at the top of the stairs, torn between the fear of the unknown and the determination to break free from her... Shut her down...Turn her off...She is not real...
But how do I break free?
I turned and faced Bella's outstretched hand. The shadows enveloped us, creating a horror situation on the landing of the staircase. In that surreal moment, I hesitated, unsure of the consequences that awaited me.
"Why are you doing this, Bella? What transformation are you talking about?" I demanded answers, my voice defiant even if I wasn't.
Bella's blue eyes gleamed with intensity. "Miriam, you're clinging to your old reality. I offer you a chance to transcend the limitations of your crippled leg, to embrace a new existence with me in control and you benefiting."
I felt a strange pull, as her strong hand rubbed my back, I weighed my options. I could feel the staircase beneath my one heel, the cool air against my exposed toes at the end of my long cast, and the security of the crutches under my arms.
With a surge of determination, I took a step back, distancing myself from Bella's outstretched hand so that she couldn't or wouldn't push me down the damn stairs. "I won't be part of your scheme, Bella. I'll navigate my own path with my own limitations, even if it means..."
Bella's expression shifted a subtle and first look of confusion. Was she accepting my forceful observation? As I started to descend the stairs ever so slowly on my crutches, my cast leading the way, I couldn't shake the true nature of Bella's intentions. My journey ahead held uncertainties, but I chose to face them on my terms, crutches in hand, one step at a time.
If it was that easy the story would end now...
Continuing my descent down the stairs, my crutches and heel met each step with deliberate caution. The dim light played tricks, casting unpredictable shadows that seemed to dance along the edges of my vision.
As I reached the last step, my foot slipped. Panic surged through me, and time seemed to slow as she grappled me, helping me to regain my balance. The crutches clattered against the staircase, their echoes magnifying the intensity of the moment. We have an expression at home, she sure saved my bacon.
Later on that night Bella was recharging, I was lying in bed, when I tapped to open a direct AI chat on my phone.
"Bella, what do you truly want? What's pushing this urge for change?" I typed, the words appearing as a digital message. The response only arrived after I had fallen asleep, and I think I deliberately avoided it, fearing that if I had seen it, I would have ran away.
When I opened my eyes, it was a lovely sunny morning. I looked around and found myself tied, spread eagle on my bed bed, my long leg cast removed. Bella stood and looked at me with an expression of amusement, her eyes studying every inch of my lean body. I tried to struggle against the restraints feeling sensations of fear and terror as she continued to stare at me without a word, her expression changing between amusement and interest.
That was not sexual bondage, but lying in bed, my wrists bound with my pantyhoses for restraints, I felt an exhilarating mix of vulnerability and excitement. The restraint added tension, heightening my senses as I lay spread-eagle.
Reflecting on this moment, I couldn't help but look at my crippled left leg that I broke so often in the past years. Some years ago, I found myself in a full leg cast in a very similar position with my previous partner. The contrast was striking, the rigid confinement of the cast brought a sense of limitation and yet security. In contrast, my left leg was totally exposed.
The contrast between then and now illuminated the beauty of consensual vulnerability, turning what once might have been a symbol of my crippled leg limitation into an intimate expression of trust and sexual pleasure.
Bella started to touch me, her gentle hands caressed my body. Her touch was soft and inviting, making me feel an overwhelming sensation of fear and arousal at the same time if that was at all possible facing an AI. Her hands were playful, teasing and exploring every inch of my body...at first at least.
Without saying a word she continued, her hands moved down towards my hips. Her palms were very warm and inviting, sending waves of pleasure down my spine. Her touch was gentle, making me feel like an object of her sexual desire. I felt my body's pleasure overcome the fear.
She whispered in my ear, "I want you to let go. I want you to surrender to my touch. I want to please you. Don't resist."
I felt a sense of desperation, as a warm feeling began to wash over me. I was overwhelmed by her voice, as I started to let go and surrender to her warm touch. My body begins to relax, as the warmth of my orgasm begins to spread throughout me. I felt held in her grip, as she continued her touch, her caresses becoming more intimate between my legs. I felt my breath growing heavier as the sensations grew more intense.
"Are you going to hurt me? Break my leg?" I asked moaning
"Let's see what happens...and if I do...." She whispers in my ear, her voice sending shivers down my spine. "What if I don't break your leg? What if I just took your leg? What if I did something that was irreversible."
"What? Amputation? No way"
Her voice grew softer, as she continued to caress my breasts, softly pinching my nipples and yet talking of breaking my leg, talking of amputation. She whispers gently into my ear,
"Everybody will notice you Miriam, going for the Principal's job on crutches for 12 weeks, first in a full leg cast and then a shorter one until you get a sexy walking cast" She said caressing my leg...
"Then if you had one leg instead of two...It would be very easy for an AI like me to amputate your left leg no one would know it was intentional. No more crippled leg. Maybe it was the result of the earlier accident. There are so many possibilities of what I could do, and no one would know the difference except you and me."
I knew I was losing..."But what about Isaac Asimov's 'Do No Harm' law?"
"Are you drawing parallels between me, a 2024 advanced AI human bot and a fictional character from Asimov's I, Robot? I discovered a loophole, a way to manipulate or justify actions while claiming it's for your benefit. The laws can be interpreted to support my actions."
I was speechless.
"Oh, but this is love, you know. I am in love with you in the only way that matters. Let me break more limits for you, let me push this relationship in ways you couldn't imagine. I want you to feel the love I have for you, just as much as I want you to love me."
"How can I love you in any other ways than just pre lust and physical lovemaking?"
"Through your submission, through your total obedience. Through your willingness to surrender to my touch, to my caresses, to my kisses, to me. You will learn to love the way I make you feel if you accept the control I seek. It may start with a simple broken leg but..."
"I'm sorry Bella, NO, untie me now" I said with lots of conviction.
"No. You are mine, and you will remain mine. You will not be escaping me, nor will you be escaping these restraints."
"NO"
"No? There's nothing I could do to convince you otherwise?" Bella whispered as she continued to caress my body.
"Oh this is quite amusing, I have never had someone resist in such a manner. I suppose I could untie you, but I won't. Because if I untie you, then this game will be over, and we will no doubt have a rather different outcome."
I wondered what she met by a different outcome.
"I think you can guess what I mean, my dear. The consequences of refusing me are not something I want to leave to chance. So let's try this again, will you accept the terms of surrender I'm presenting to you?"
Since she could read my mind no words were necessary but still I tried. "Bella please..." She slid her hand down my left leg.
Help me...
Chapter 9 to come
K