Jessica then and now. Chapter 3

 Jessica then and now

Chapter 3
2030's

The past remains where it belongs, in the past. Over the years I had a successful career as a stage actress and did a lot of commercials. I maintain a great physical shape by going to the gym five times a week. I'm a mature, sexy woman with confidence. I love to dress up but occasionally opt for the comfort and look of tight-fitting jeans paired with a t-shirt.

Today I was meeting Zen, a charming medical student who had caught my eyes some months ago. I chose a knee-length dress, hugging my curves in all the right places and showcasing my toned and long legs. Paired with sleek black heels, the dress was going to be practical with the reason I was meeting him. I also knew that my younger and special friend would appreciate it. As I arrived, he greeted me with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up as he noticed my outfit.

"You look stunning, Jessica," he complimented, his tone genuine and appreciative.

"Thank you, Zen," I replied with a smile, feeling a subtle blush grace my cheeks at his compliment. "Shall we get started? I know you have exams to prepare for tonight"

He nodded eagerly, his eyes clearly not hiding his enthusiasm as he led me through the room. His passion for female legs was evident while he prepared for the casting process. He started by applying soft padding around my foot, ankle and lower leg, ensuring a comfortable base for the cast. The gentle touch of the padding added a layer of cushioning, making the experience amazing.

The beautiful young man began wrapping the wet material around my leg, starting from the foot and working his way up my ankle, calve, stopping below my knee. Each wrap was placed with precision, overlapping slightly to create a secure and supportive layer just like a medical cast did years ago on the same leg.

As he continued his attention to detail was remarkable, adjusting the tension of each wrap to accentuate the contours of my leg perfectly. Throughout the process, I observed Zen's dedication, appreciating the artistry involved in creating a recreational cast that was aesthetically very stylish and beautiful.

As Zen worked on my new accessory for the next 6 weeks, he totally surprised me when our conversation drifted to temporal theories and the renowned specialist, Liam Everhart. "Have you heard about Liam Everhart's research on time travel?" he asked, his eyes bright with curiosity discussing this interest of his with me.

"No," I lied, a hint of intrigue in my voice. "His work is in the complexities of time manipulation and its potential implications, danger and successes."

As the recreational cast took shape on my leg, I couldn't help but marvel at Zen's skill and unlimited fields of interests even at a young age. Despite the unconventional nature of my request to be in a term recreational cast with a fictional broken ankle, he approached it with professionalism and care, earning my admiration, love and sexual attraction.

By the time my new cast was complete, fueled by our shared interest in possible time travel and the intriguing possibility of altering my life. Looking at my immobile leg reminded me of my accident years ago that had kept me on crutches for close to a year. It brought memories I would never forget, a traumatic collision and fractures. I pulled Zen closer, the warm passion between our bodies intensifying with each moment our tongues danced together. My tongue explored inside his mouth and brought us closer.

Zen's kisses ignited a fire within me that spread through my body like a wave of passion. With each second of our exploration, our bodies became more entangled, our breath heavy. His hands caressed my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine as my skin prickled with excitement. His gaze was drawn to my black cast with admiration.

"I'm so sorry you broke your ankle...again miss Montgomery. You look so damn sexy when leaning on crutches, knee bent, naked," he whispered, his voice full of sexual desire.

"Oh god Zen, you could be my son"

"I know and I love it"

As he helped me stand and gave me my crutches I leaned on them and looked into his eyes.

"You know, how turn on I get when you apply a cast on my leg? And I also love the difference in age." I said smiling, licking my lips.

He had a genuine warmth smile. "Oh Jessica, I feel a connection with you too, age is just a number, and what matters is the connection we share. You have certain sexual fetishes and I have others. We complete each other"

As we stood there, the air filled with unspoken understanding and mutual attraction. I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what the future and the past might hold if I could time travel. Let's be honest here, he is an adult sexy man...I would not be rocking the cradle.

With my cast now in place and relying on crutches, I decided to jump deeper into my research on possible time travelling. The local university library seemed like the perfect place to uncover more insights into the mysteries of time, and so I made my way there, determined to satisfy my curiosity and my need to be on crutches.

Upon entering the library, making my way through the aisles knee bent, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. It was during one of my solitary moments in the library that I met a young male librarian, his eyes bright with intellectual curiosity as he assisted me in finding the resources I needed. Our conversations delved into the realms of temporal mechanics, the philosophical implications of altering time, and the enigmatic figure of Liam Everhart.

But when he saw me on crutches this time I saw something in his eyes, at the minimum it was a new type of sexual attraction.

"I've been wondering something," I said looking at him, leaning on my crutches as we discussed the complexities of time travel. "Do you personally think time travel could alter not just the past, the present and my future?"

The librarian, intrigued by my question, offered his perspective. "Theoretically, time travel opens up all those possibilities, for example, your accident miss that badly broke your leg...You could if you go back in the past break both legs next time and that could force you to fuse both of your ankles and not just one."

He explained, looking at my sexy black cast and healthy left leg, his voice tinged with excitement. He leaned over and kissed my cheek, my neck...I squeezed my crutches.

"Or miss you could have broken your back and be wheelchair bound next time. As for Liam Everhart, his research tries to cover all these very questions, exploring the boundaries of temporal manipulation and its potential serious and sensual consequences."

The mention of both being paralyzed and Liam Everhart reignited my curiosity. "Do you think Everhart's theories hold weight? And more importantly, would you still love my long legs if I was crippled and they were paralyzed?" I inquired, kissing him, eager to be touched, to be kissed, to be licked all over.

The librarian nodded thoughtfully. "Yes I would still love your legs and Everhart's research is highly regarded in the field of time travelling," he replied. "While the reality of time travel remains a subject of debate, his insights have sparked fascinating discussions and expanded our understanding of it."

The prospect of rewriting history, of rectifying my own missed opportunities, became a target, hope inside the world of uncertainty. I was Lost in my nostalgic reflections and sexual dreams. But to my surprise, he picked me up with ease, carrying me in his strong arms. I held onto my crutches as he guided me to a private room, he was eager and so was I.

"Do you believe in second chances?" I asked, also moaning from his intense attention. "The chance to undo past mistakes, to reshape our lives in ways we never thought possible?"

He kissed me passionately, his hands exploring my body, touching my left leg, and caressing my cast. The anticipation and passion were intense, and I was already breathless with excitement. "Changing the past can have unforeseen consequences, altering not just our own lives but the lives of others around us. It's risky and I wouldn't change anything related to you miss"

With one hand his fingers traced the edges of my cast, his touch sending shivers down my spine as his other hand slipped further up my leg. His touch was smooth and firm, sending warm tingles throughout my body. I was so wet already.

His kisses started to explore my neck, his tongue licking my skin in an intense and sensual manner. I was breathing heavily, my body already flooded with arousal from his touches. I opened the zipper of his jeans, I took his penis and guided him between my lips and pushed him deep inside me. I moaned as his penis stretched me, he was so large. He was in and out of me so slowly, in total control until my orgasm rocked me and he released himself deep inside me...

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Jessica then and now chapter 2

 

Chapter 2
1990's

Through the haze of pain, I whispered to Emily, "God...I broke my leg... I won't be able to audition..." The crazy thing we worry about when in shock and pain.

"Shh, don't worry about that for now," Emily replied, her voice gentle and reassuring. "Let's get your broken leg the help it needs."

As the paramedics worked to stabilize me and splint my long leg, the reality of the situation sank in. My dreams of the audition faded into insignificance, replaced by the harsh reality of a painful shattered leg and a long road to recovery ahead before I can even walk. Forget dancing, singing and acting on a stage.

"I can't believe this, I hate pain so much, even a small sprained ankle when I was young bothered and scared me for weeks" I murmured to myself and anybody listening, tears of frustration welling in my eyes as the ambulance raced towards the hospital.

Upon arrival, I was quickly wheeled into the emergency room, where the bustling activity and sense of urgency heightened my anxiety. It was there that I met Dr. Gauthier for the first time, a compassionate and knowledgeable doctor whose presence brought a sense of calm amid the chaos.

"Ms. Montgomery, I'm Dr. Gauthier," she introduced herself, her warm smile a reassuring beacon and her deep blue eyes so lovely and reassuring.

"Can you believe, I had an audition... for The Titanic... and now this..."

Dr. Gauthier nodded sympathetically, her eyes filled with understanding. "I'm sorry to hear that, Ms. Montgomery. Right now, let's focus on getting you the care you need."

After a thorough examination and X-rays, Dr. Gauthier delivered the grim news. "There is only one way to deliver this. I'm afraid your tibia, fibula, femur, and knee are all broken. You'll require surgeries to repair all the damage."

My heart sank at the confirmation of the severity of my injuries. "How long will the recovery take? and I won't ask you if I will be getting a walking cast, I'm pretty sure I know the answer to that one" I asked, my voice smiling even with the uncertainty.

"It's hard to say at this stage how long it will take, but we are dealing with months not weeks" Dr. Gauthier replied gently, touching my arm and I noticed no wedding band. "But we'll do everything we can to ensure your leg heals properly and that you regain full mobility. But it will take a long time"

As the reality of surgery and a lengthy recovery process set in, I found solace in Dr. Gauthier's reassuring presence and pure beauty. Despite the shattered dream, her words of assurance and expertise gave me hope that I would overcome this setback and emerge stronger on the other side.

"Ms. Montgomery, given the extent of your fractures, we'll need to immobilize your leg with a long leg cast," Dr. Gauthier explained, her tone gentle yet firm. "Your cast will extend from your thigh down your long leg to about mid foot." She pointed, using my good leg as a prop.

I nodded, taking in the information with resignation. The image of a bulky cast on my leg was a real turn off, but I knew it was a necessary step towards healing.

"But keep in mind that even if your cast will support and align all your fractures," Dr. Gauthier continued, her expertise evident in her detailed explanation. "You will be happily surprised that It will be slim, following your lovely leg and yet lightweight compared to the old plaster of paris cast that we used in the past. You will have some mobility... on crutches obviously."

As she spoke, I couldn't help but visualize the long slim cast she described on one of her legs, imagining the weight and restriction it would bring to my lovely and single doctor. However, Dr. Gauthier's sexy red lips grabbed my attention first. OK I admit maybe it was the drugs but I wanted to kiss those red lips so bad.

"Have you been on crutches before?" Dr. Gauthier asked, gesturing towards a pair of sleek aluminium crutches nearby.

"Yes once for a sprained ankle" I studied the crutches, noting their sleek design and sturdy build compared to my old wooden crutches I used when I was 16. Despite the physical challenges at the time I went on my sweet 16 birthday on them trying to look cute for my new boyfriend, knee bent and leaning on my crutches. He on the other hand was disappointed that my ankle was not broken. A real jerk wishing me an ugly leg cast.

"Thank you, Dr. Gauthier, I appreciate your expertise and guidance through this."

"It's my pleasure, Ms. Montgomery," Dr. Gauthier replied with a reassuring smile. "We'll make sure you receive the best care possible every step of the way."

21 days later I was out of the hospital, back home and reality hit me right in the face. After surgeries, traction and the casting process, I dealt with the initial shock and disappointment of my injury. The shattered dream of missing my audition was now part of me and affected my hopes and aspirations.

However, during my long 24 weeks in various leg casts and on crutches, as time passed, I began to discover an unexpected silver lining, a newfound sense of joy. Despite the challenges posed by a broken leg in a full leg cast and the limitations it imposed being totally non weight bearing for so long, I approached each day with a positive outlook. With the support of sleek aluminium crutches, I navigated through my daily routines, finding unexpected sexual pleasure in my newfound condition.

The experience of using crutches evolved into a delightful source of happiness for me very similar to walking in sexy stilettos high heels. Alongside my recovery, I landed a part in a commercial portraying a young and lovely single mom dealing with a broken leg and crutches. This role increased my connection to my crutches, turning them from mere medical aids into a day to day accessory.

As I navigated each step on my crutches, my movements became increasingly fluid, almost like a graceful modern dance. The rhythmic motion of swinging them forward and planting them firmly on the ground not only aided in my mobility but also built up the muscles in my arms, adding a subtle definition that I liked. It was as if each step was not just a means of getting around but also a form of exercise that contributed to my overall physical sex-appeal.

As I adapted to life with my various casts and crutches, I discovered a profound difference between being a teenager injured and on crutches and being a mature woman. It wasn't just about physical maturity; it was about knowing how to leverage this situation to my advantage.

The experience of using crutches as a teenager was challenging, filled with awkwardness and uncertainty. However, as a mature and yes older woman, I approached it with a newfound sensuality. I knew how to carry myself, how to make the most out of every step I took, turning each movement into a display of one long and sexy healthy leg and the other in a perfect black long leg cast.

Rather than letting the casts and crutches define me, I embraced them as part of my journey, using them not as limitations but as tools to intrigue and sometimes attract the obvious attention of men and women. From a major setback into a stepping stone towards self-discovery of a new world that I didn't know existed before.

But...there is always a but...Even if I found that I was loving being on crutches, there was a lingering sadness about missing the opportunity of a lifetime. The dream that had fueled my passion and excitement was now a bittersweet memory, a reminder of the fragility of aspirations and the unpredictable twists of fate.

As I looked back at the latest months since my accident , I realized that while some dreams may be deferred...some can't easily and as I prepared to bid farewell to the full leg cast and crutches, I carried with me something else, a renewed sense of gratitude for the silver linings found in adversity even in the face of disappointment.

You know there is another but....

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Jessica then and now. Chapter 1

 Chapter 1

1990's

Hello my name is Jessica Montgomery. Let me take you back to the '90s, where I was living my dream as a stage actress on Broadway. I could sing, dance and act when needed. I'm 5 foot 9 with curly brown hair and intriguing brown eyes. I was often cast in roles that demanded both grace and charisma and I loved it.

One of my favourite roles was in "Cats," where I played a seductive, tall and elegant feline on stage. One of my best friends said that I was a sexy cat on stage, the beauty and power of cats and gracefulness, with long legs and nice round breasts. My body moved with lots of confidence and power on stage from years of dancing lessons

One evening, after another thrilling performance, I returned home to find a message waiting for me. It was from my agent, buzzing with excitement as she informed me about a golden opportunity, an audition for a major role in the new movie from James Cameron "The Titanic." My heart raced with anticipation as I read the details: the audition was four days from now.

The thought of auditioning for such a prestigious production filled me with exhilaration. It was a chance to showcase my talent on a grand scale, to step into a role that could catapult my career to new heights. I couldn't wait to dive into the preparations and bring my best self to that audition room, I was ready and saw myself already on the decks of the famous Titanic's.

Cheesy, I know but I couldn't resist and a girl can dream right?

Before the audition, I was part of a fundraiser. It was a polo match to raise money for a great women's shelter. My phone rang, It was my dear friend and polo partner, Emily. Excitement bubbled in my chest as I answered, eager to discuss the upcoming match and the audition.

"Hey, Jess! Are you ready for tomorrow's match?" Emily's voice was filled with enthusiasm, mirroring my own excitement.

"Absolutely, Em! I've been looking forward to it all week," I replied, a smile evident in my voice. "I've been practising with Chestnut, and I think we're both in top form."

"That's great to hear! I can't wait to see you and Chestnut in action," Emily exclaimed. "Do you think we can finally beat those lawyers?" I chuckled, the competitive spirit lighting up between us. "With our determination, I have no doubt we'll give them a run for their money since they have a lot more money than us to lose."

Our conversation drifted to tactics and strategies for the match, each of us sharing insights and ideas to strengthen our game. As we delved into the details, my mind briefly flickered to the audition, a small knot of nerves tightening in my stomach. It was after-all the chance of a lifetime.

"Hey, Em, I have something exciting to tell you," I interjected, unable to contain my news any longer.

"What is it?" Emily asked, curiosity piqued.

"I got an audition for the lead in The Titanic! It's four days from now " I revealed, the thrill evident in my voice.

"Oh wow, that's incredible, Jess! Congratulations!" Emily's excitement matched my own.

"You're going to nail it. You're such a talented actress."

"Thanks, Em. I appreciate your support," I replied, grateful for her encouragement. "But let's focus on tomorrow's match for now. We've got a trophy to win! And it's for such a great cause"

With renewed determination, we continued our conversation, discussing strategies for both the polo match and the audition, each topic fueling our passion and determination, from proper passing to wearing my sexy new red dress. As the call ended, I felt a surge of confidence, ready to conquer whatever challenges lay ahead, both on the field and on the stage.

The morning of the polo match as I prepared for the day ahead, my mind briefly drifted back to the upcoming audition, but I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the thrill of the polo field. I dressed carefully, selecting a pair of tailored white breeches that hugged my sexy long legs comfortably, while a navy blue polo shirt caressed my breast and hard nipples. Over it, I slipped on a lightweight navy blazer.

The outfit was completed with knee-high black leather boots, polished to a high shine, ideal for both riding and commanding attention during some bondage ritual with some of my friends with benefits. My brown hair was swept into a neat ponytail, secured with a gold hair tie that matched the accents on my polo shirt. A few strands of hair framed my face, adding a cute feminine touch to the overall look.

As I made my way to the stables, anticipation bubbled within me. Chestnut, my loyal and spirited horse, greeted me with a friendly whinny as I approached. I took a moment to pat his chestnut-coloured coat, feeling the warmth of his presence and the shared excitement for the upcoming match. With a final check of my gear and a reassuring pat for Chestnut, I mounted him gracefully, feeling the familiar connection between rider and horse and some stares from men around the stable. Together, we trotted out onto the polo field, ready for the thrill of competition. Chestnut energy was palpable as we joined the other players on the field.

"Ready, Jess?" Emily called out, her voice filled with determination.

"Absolutely!" I replied, a grin spreading across my face. "Let's show them what we're made of!"

The game kicked off with a thunderous charge, the sound of hooves pounding against the earth adding to the adrenaline rush. As I rode up and down the field, my focus was laser-sharp, anticipating every move and strategy with Emily to outmanoeuvre our opponents.

"Stay on their flank, Jess!" Emily's voice rang out, guiding our synchronized movements.

"I've got them!" I shouted back, my eyes locked on the ball as I controlled Chestnut with precision.

The game was fast-paced and intense, with moments of exhilaration as we scored goals and moments of tension as we defended our territory. "Great pass, Jess!" Emily cheered..."Nice shot, Em!" I replied.

"Victory is sweet!" Emily exclaimed, beaming with joy as we rode off the field, Chestnut's mane flowing in the wind.

"It sure is," I agreed, a sense of accomplishment filling my heart. "And it's only my first win of the week, more to come"

A sudden commotion erupted nearby, my heart skipped a beat as I turned to see a younger woman struggling to control her horse, the animal's movements becoming increasingly erratic. Before I could react, the horse veered towards us, its massive frame colliding with mine with a sickening thud.

"Jess!" Emily's cry of alarm cut through the air, her voice filled with concern.

The impact was so sudden, a sharp pain shot through my right leg as it became trapped between the two massive horses. The sound of bones shattering was unmistakable, a horrifying crunch that echoed in my ears as my tibia, fibula, femur, and knee bore the brunt of the collision.

"Oh god...noooo...My leg!" I managed to gasp, the agony rendering me momentarily speechless... while slowly sliding off my horse.

Emily rushed to my side, her eyes wide with shock and fear looking at my broken right leg.

"Hold on, Jess! We'll get you out of here!"

Tears pricked my eyes as I struggled to stay conscious, the pain radiating from my mangled leg overwhelming my senses. The sight of my leg twisted and bent unnaturally made my stomach churn.

"Someone call 911, call an ambulance!" Emily shouted, her voice trembling with urgency.

As a bystander doctor rushed to assist, I fought to stay conscious, each movement sending waves of excruciating pain through my broken leg. The world seemed to blur around me as paramedics arrived, their voices a distant murmur as they assessed the extent of the damage.

"It's bad," one of them muttered grimly, his expression grave as he examined my leg.

Through the haze of pain, I whispered to Emily, "God...I broke my leg... I won't be able to audition..."

Jessica then and now
Chapter 2 to come
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Jessica then and now teaser

 Jessica Montgomery
"If he possesses the ability to time travel, how much of my past would I want him to alter? Would I desire him to reshape my life, my preferences, my sexual attractions?"

Liam Everhart
"When and if I can go back in time, what aspects of Jessica's life could I change, and what would be the consequences for her both then and now?"

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Whispers in the walls conclusion

 Whispers in the walls

Conclusion

"Sharon, would I be wrong to say that you are enjoying the sensation of pure pain?"

"Mmm... yes... yes I do..." I replied back, feeling the pain in my injured ankle get even more intense.

Jackie gently worked her hands over my injured ankle. As the intensity of her twisting progressed, my injured ankle became harder and harder to handle. I felt as if my ankle was slowly coming closer and closer to its breaking point. I let out a small gasp of pain every time she bent it a bit too hard...a bit too far. Her touches were so erotic, sending a mix of pleasure and pain through me with every twist.

I closed my eyes and my AI was back in our ears. "That pain seems to be getting a little intense... let's stop Jackie and see how well you can stand on it, if at all Sharon..."

Jackie let go of my ankle and helped me stand up slowly, I was leaning heavily against her for support. I lowered my sprained ankle and winced in pain, my ankle was so swollen and more or less useless at the moment.

"Dear Sharon, you are doing surprisingly well, considering the intensity of the twisting that was applied to your ankle... although a little shaky..." the sultry voice said in our Bluetooth ear pieces."

I think we both knew what was coming next. Soon enough, it became hard to concentrate on our meals, and the sultry voice was back in our ears.

"Now for the third and final level of this dare...Are you both still up for it?" I felt the connection between us intensifying as we listened to the AI voice.

"Do we have time for a little dessert?" She asked.

I knew the AI suggested dessert, but this time, it didn't seem like a regular sweet treat was coming. Instead, I was the desert, while Jack played with my swollen and broken ankle. My injured ankle seemed more enticing than dessert itself to Jackie.

"Your dessert is about to get a little more special,"

"You see Sharon I'm the Mistress now...you can call me Mistress AI. I ordered Jackie to play with your swollen and injured ankle. There are no limits, no holds barred... just pure, unadulterated playtime until she breaks your ankle. You may begin now."

Jackie placed my lower leg over her hard cast and started to push on my foot downwards slowly. I felt the intense tension and pressure of my ankle and foot bending, the sensation of my ligaments, tibia and fibula being pushed to the limit. I moaned softly through the incredible pain in my ankle and leg.

The pressure on my ankle was excruciating, and I felt that it was almost over, my ankle was about to snap.

"Almost there, tell me to stop Sharon" Jackie mumbles softly, her eyes fixated on my ankle on top of her broken leg, the cast being used to break my own ankle.

"N-no... please... don't stop, it's almost broken" I replied my words began to break down as the pain grew stronger and stronger.

"Are you turned on to have another broken ankle?"

"Mmm... yes...:" My body was trembling under the pressure and expectation.

I glanced over to Jackie and watched as she looked at my lower leg bent so unnaturally, seconds from breaking. I felt the excitement rushed through me as the realization set in that this dessert would not only be intense but also very sensually pleasurable for months after...The sensation of her hard cast pressing into my injured ankle was amazing.

But the biggest sensation came when we both heard the beautiful sounds of the tearing ligaments in my ankle and the breaking of both my tibia and fibula.

"Oh god..." I moaned my hand between my legs as the breaking sound lingered, I felt like I was about to pass out with the intense pain up and down my broken ankle and leg.

I felt Jackie's long cast against my broken ankle, she was gently massaging and rubbing the broken bones as she began to slide her cast against the swelling. I let out a quiet moan, the sensation of her rubbing her cast against my broken ankle stimulated so many sensations within me.

I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me.

"Mhmm.. does that feel good Mistress?"

"Mmm... yes... yes, it does... it hurts but it feels so good..."

Jackie stared at me, at my leg and ankle. She slowly shook her head, as if not fully believing what he just did, well what she did actually.

"I think I broke my ankle and leg...again"

"I wonder if Steffie is still as daring as before?" she murmured softly, she took a closer look at my broken leg and ankle. She couldn't help but notice that the injury looked incredibly similar to the one Stephanie endured years before when they first met.

The comments filled my heart with nostalgia and excitement to relieve such an incredible moment like my mother had years ago

"Can you call 911 ?..please"

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Whispers in the walls part 9

 Whispers in the walls

Part 9

As we kept kissing, I gently caressed her crippled leg, I enjoyed the smoothness and fragility. Ally's breathing became heavier as I continued to explore the contours of her thigh with my hands and my fingers were teasing her. I could feel her body growing warmer and turned on. Her breathing became deeper, and she gradually sank into a state of intense sexual pleasure.

The contact was gentle yet erotic, arousing us both and adding to the passion of the moment. As I continued to rub her clitoris and caress her crippled leg, her body began to shake gently with the arousal and the orgasm.

"You are so good to me..."

Later on, the sun cast a warm glow into Jackie's room as she prepared for the evening. With her full leg cast making every movement more complicated, she navigated on her crutches checking her wardrobe. She opted for a short-sleeve dress, knee-length that complemented her cast beautifully. The dress draped elegantly over the top portion of her broken leg, the fabric whispering with each step she took on her crutches.

She selected a strappy sandal with a low heel, ensuring stability as she moved with her crutches. The sandal was a chic addition to her ensemble. As she dressed, she couldn't help but admire the contrast of her cast against the soft fabric of her dress. The intricate details of her cast, from the texture of the fibreglass.

With a final glance in the mirror, she smiled at her reflection. She felt confident and ready for the evening ahead.

I prepared for the evening and Ally entered my room on her crutches with a warm smile, holding out her cane. "I thought you might need this for the evening. It'll give your ankle some extra support," she said, her tone caring and thoughtful.

I accepted the cane with gratitude. "Thank you, Ally. That's very considerate of you,"

With the added support of the cane, I continued getting ready, choosing a chic Betsy & Adam, black Cape sleeve cocktail dress that draped elegantly over my curves. The dress provided comfort for my sprained ankle while still allowing me to look stylish and put-together for the night ahead. Pairing it with a low heel pumpl ensured that my sprained ankle wrapped in ace bandages remained supported without compromising on sexyness and fashion.

As I applied a touch of makeup and styled my hair, I felt a sense of excitement and anticipation for the evening leaning on Ally's stylish cane.

As Jackie and I exited the building, the evening air was cool against our skin, carrying with it the promise of a delightful night out. Jackie, her full leg cast visible beneath her stylish dress, moved with a newfound grace on her crutches, her confidence shining through. I leaned on Ally's cane, finding reassurance in its support as we made our way to the waiting Uber.

As we approached the car, the driver greeted us warmly, taking note of Jackie's long leg cast, crutches and my cane with a nod of understanding. She settled into the back seat sideways with me in the front passenger seat.

As Jackie and I made our way to our table, she moved gracefully on her crutches, her long leg cast adding a unique rhythm to her steps. I followed behind her limping, my movements slightly restrained by my sprained ankle, leaning on my cane for support. Despite my minor injury, I savoured each painful step on my sprained ankle, relishing the anticipation of the evening's delights.

Jackie's presence was magnetic, drawing admiring glances from other diners towards her long legs. Her confidence shone through as she navigated the restaurant with poise, her crutches becoming an extension of her. I matched her energy, determined to maximize the usefulness of my sprained ankle. We arrived at our table in a cozy corner, a perfect spot for intimate conversation and shared experiences. The Maitre D greeted us warmly, recognizing our need for comfort and assistance, and he smiled.

Ally had surprises for us that evening and it started when the Maitre D approached us, presenting us with Bluetooth earbuds, a modern touch that intrigued us both. With the earbuds in place, the sultry sexy voice of my AI filled our ears, greeting us warmly.

"Hello to both of you," Her voice was literally purrling, sending a thrill down my spine. "Truth or Dare to both of you ?" she continued, setting the stage for a playful game that promised adventure and excitement.

Without hesitation, I responded for both of us after all I was the Mistress for now at least, "Dare," eager to embrace the spontaneity of the moment and the thrill of the unknown. Jackie's eyes sparkled with anticipation, her broken leg added a touch of intrigue to this game.

The restaurant buzzed with activity around us, but in that moment, it felt like Jackie and I were in our own world, ready to embark on whatever challenge awaited us. The game had begun, and the possibilities were endless. I was so excited.

"An interesting choice...Mistress, let's see who's the first one to crack under the strain." She said, almost laughing from the turn of events.

The server brought us a garden salad, complete with fresh vegetables and crispy lettuce. He placed the plates down in front of us, smiling warmly. Once the salad was delivered and the server had left, the sensual voice continued to speak into our ears.

"Now that everyone is comfortably seated, I'm ready to tell you about the first level of this dare. There will be 4 levels, Jackie remove the ace bandages from Sharon's sprained ankle, then put her sexy little foot and injured ankle on your lap while you eat the salad"

I felt a warm sensation in my ankle as Jackie carefully removed the ace bandages, exposing my swollen and purplish ankle. It felt sensitive and sore to her touch, but Jackie was gentle and careful not to put any unnecessary pressure against it. Feeling the warm touch of her strong hands on my sprained limb, my ankle began to throb and swell, causing a sensation of dejas-vue.

"Oh my god..." I murmured quietly, feeling the sensitive and sore sensations in my swollen ankle as I felt Jackie's hands gently rubbing and massaging it.

"Does this hurt?" she asked.

"Yes, but it feels so good..." I replied back, enjoying her touch.

Once we've both finished eating our salads, the AI came back in our Bluetooth earbud.

"Excellent, now for the second stage of this dare", the voice began in an erotic and seductive tone. "The second stage is much more intense and challenging, and it involves bringing your injury to a whole new level, Sharon. Are you both up for a challenge?"

"Absolutely!" Jake answered for both of us this time.

"That's splendid, the second level of the dare is to push your sprained ankle Sharon to the point of no return. It involves a grade 3 sprained ankle, making it so swollen and sore that you won't be able to put any weight on it at all Sharon, causing you to be unable to walk at all. The pain and discomfort would be unbearable to most but I know you so well that...."

"Are you both okay with this challenge? It's very intense and may not be for the faint of heart." We both hesitated for a moment, but ultimately agreed, I was up for it.

We both continued to eat our dinners until Jackie grabbed my foot firmly in both of her hands and started to put pressure on it, slowly twisting and putting stress on the ligaments and ankle. The sensation was immediately intense for me, and I whimpered quietly as she put pressure on my injured ankle.

The sensation felt intense and uncomfortable, like my ankle was going to snap at any point. But the pleasure I felt totally outweighs the pain, and I could feel my body getting warmer and I felt wetness between my legs.

I noticed something new across Jackie's face as she continued to apply pressure on my ankle. She noticed the sensation I was feeling, the need for more at this stage and how much my body responded to it. I started to breathe more rapidly as I felt the intensity growing.

"Hmm... I'd love to know what your AI has planned for the third level of the dare... "

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Conclusion to come
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Clip 503 Broken foot, cast, crutches, SLC part 1

Clip 502 Broken ankle, SLWC, crutches, cane, cast part 2

Whispers in the walls part 8

 Whispers in the walls

Part 8

Ally glanced at me briefly, a silent acknowledgment passing between us.

As we entered the casting process, Jackie's eyes met mine with anticipation. I felt a surge of affection for her, knowing that what we were about to do would not only fulfil her sexual desires but so much more.

Ally, with her expertise in casting, began the process by carefully applying soft padding to Jackie's broken leg. Her movements were precise and gentle, a reflection of her skill and care for our friend.

At the same time I leaned in and kissed Jackie. My soft tongue through her red lips, and I felt in total control as her Mistress. She tasted so good, like really good, and looking down between her legs she was so hard. But to my surprise I felt her strong hand wrap around my right foot and ankle. I unwillingly let out a loud moan from the surprise.

"You like that?" She asked me.

As Ally worked, I didn't answer Jackie, my heart beating so fast from all the potential. I leaned down and without hesitation I pressed my lips against her hard penis, she responded with a soft sigh, her eyes closing briefly as she felt the pain of her broken leg and the pleasure from lips colliding together.

Before she finished the soft padding on Jackie's leg, I slowly glided my small body over her broken leg, kissing it as I did. I stopped at the broken tibia for a moment and gently bit into her flesh. She winced in pain and pleasure, pre-cum dripping. Through the fabric of my top, I felt my hard nipples rubbing against her broken leg, my small breast created an incredible sensation.

Ally completed the cushion layer to protect her broken leg from my lips, my nipples and the cast that soon would cover her leg completely. Her hands moved with practiced ease, molding the padding to fit Jackie's broken leg perfectly.

"Are you ready, Jackie?" she asked, her tone gentle yet firm. Jackie nodded, her eyes meeting mine once again still holding on to my foot.

The casting process began, the fiberglass wrapping around Jackie's broken leg in a protective shell. Ally worked swiftly and methodically, ensuring that the cast was snug. With each layer, Jackie's leg transformed into a dream.

"Don't move, be very still" I said and started to suck tenderly on his penis. My mouth was warm and delicate, and I used my tongue to lick the tip it felt simply fucking amazing, making her moan and bite on her bottom lip. I was licking up and down her penis, and with her hand she twisted my ankle. I moaned.

As the casting neared completion, Ally finished the last layer of fiberglass, smoothing it out. I was also near completion. I continued sliding up and down over her penis rapidly. She reacted by twisting and turning my small ankle and foot even more. I moaned loudly as I allowed her to...who knew what she was going to do and I didn't care.

Finally, the cast was complete, from thigh to mid-foot in a sturdy yet elegant shell following Jackie's long leg. Ally struggled to step back, a satisfied smile on her face looking at us. Jackie began to spasm deep in my throat and continued to twist my ankle dangerously for another few seconds, then slowly withdrew her long penis between my lips. She continued to climax on my lips and tongue.

"Don't break it now..." I moaned with her cum dripping from my lips slowly losing control.

Ally smiled "There you go, Jackie. You're all set."

Jackie looked down at her new cast, excitement in her eyes. She turned to me, gratitude shining in her gaze. "Thank you, Mistress," she said softly. "For everything."

After Ally removed the recreational cast on my leg, Jackie leaning on her new underarm crutches with her new cast left my penthouse, I knew that this experience had brought us closer together. Our bond, forged in the moments of vulnerability and care where she almost broke my ankle.

The night had settled in, casting a quiet glow over my penthouse as I returned to my fateful monitors. Jackie, now in her full leg cast, had settled into a comfortable position, broken leg elevated, her eyes still reflecting pure sexual excitement at finally having her leg encased in a medical cast.

As I sat down, my sprained right ankle was throbbing from the twisting and bending that Jackie did to it. I turned my attention to the monitors. Diana, still recovering from her broken ankle, her monitor showed her resting on the couch, her leg propped up on cushions as she scrolled through her phone, a smile on her lips. However, she had now added a cast shoe on her short leg cast and was beginning to put partial weight on it, supported by crutches.

Ally, ever the caregiver, was in her condo, her movements were so sexually suggestive since she knew about my cameras as she prepared for the night ahead. She removed her leg brace with ease, opting to use crutches for mobility, she navigated her space with the aid of crutches.

And then there was Jackie again, my newest member of the casted club of my building. Her monitor displayed her adjusting to life in a full leg cast, her movements cautious yet filled with a sense of newfound freedom of being in a medical cast. She shifted on her bed, trying to find a comfortable position while in a full leg cast bent at the knee.

With a deep breath, I turned my attention back to my own situation. My cast had been removed, it had been replaced by my right ankle being sore. I decided to wrap my ankle in ace bandages with ice to alleviate the swelling.

But for now, as I looked at the monitors displaying the lives of Diana, Ally, and Jackie, I felt a sense of anticipation for what the future held. Our paths had converged in unexpected ways, and I knew that each day our life stories would change in ways I had yet to imagine.

The morning sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow in Jackie's condo. She took tentative steps, her crutches supporting her as she adjusted to the weight and balance of her full leg cast. With each movement, she grew more accustomed to the routine.

Meanwhile, I tended to my sprained ankle, the ice packs soothing the soreness as I moved around the penthouse. My cell buzzed, and I saw Jackie's name on the caller ID. Answering with a smile, I greeted her warmly. "Hey, Jackie! How are you?"

"It's been a learning curve to sleep with this long leg cast, but I'm getting the hang of things. I wanted to thank you again for all your help yesterday. It really means a lot to me to finally be able to act on this incredible sexual fetish."

I nodded, even though she couldn't see me over the phone. "Of course, Jackie. I'm glad I could be there for you. How are you feeling today?"

"Better, definitely. Say, I wanted to show my appreciation. Would you like to join me for dinner tonight? There's this fantastic restaurant in town called La Belle Étoile. It's known for its exquisite French cuisine and very private ambiance. I thought it would be a perfect way to celebrate and relax."

I couldn't hide my excitement at the invitation. "That sounds amazing, Jackie! I'd love to join you. Thank you for thinking of me."

Jackie's voice carried a hint of nostalgia, "You know, years ago, I had multipled chats with an online writer with whom I became friend. I shared with her my fascination with being in a medical cast someday. It was like a secret dream of mine, but I never thought it would actually happen. Yet here I am, experiencing it firsthand. It's surreal, really, how life can surprise us in unexpected ways."

As I returned to my bedroom after Jackie's call, I found Ally waiting for me, looking so beautiful. She was seated on the edge of the bed, her crutches and cane leaning against the nightstand beside her.

"Hey, baby," Ally greeted me with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "How's your ankle feeling today?"

I sighed softly, acknowledging the discomfort. "It's a bit sore, but the ice and bandages are helping."

I gently limped and approached her, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of pure sexual anticipation. Sitting beside her on the bed, I reached for the straps of her long leg brace, protecting her crippled leg. I loved the feeling of the smooth texture of the sturdy material under my fingertips. I began to undo the fastenings, each click of the clasps resonating softly in the quiet room.

Her leg brace loosened gradually, revealing the contours of her sexy leg beneath. As I removed the final strap, she let out a soft sigh, her leg now free from the rigid protection of the brace. I could see the relief in her eyes as she flexed her knee.

Ally leaned in slightly, her lips meeting mine in a tender kiss that conveyed a deeper connection between us. The moment was intimate and as we parted, Ally's leg brace lay aside..."I'm here for you." I said quietly.

As I kissed Ally, I could feel her crippled leg gently rubbing against mine. The playful contact was a beautiful reminder of her condition and how attracted I was to her. I enjoyed how her crippled leg added a layer of sensuality to our intimate moment.

As we kept kissing, I ....

Whispers in the walls
Part 9 to come
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Clip 501 Broken ankle, SLWC, crutches, cane, cast part 1