Fetish and Fiction: My stories and video clips

My dream job

Chapter 3

Mr. Johnson leans back in his chair, looking at me from head to exposed toes.

"Alyssa I enjoy gazing at your right foot, admiring its shape and form. Then I stare at your pink cast covering your broken leg, the length, the shape and how perfectly it followed your sexy long leg. From there, it can vary greatly depending on the person and the situation. Some women love having their healthy foot worshipped or massaged, while others prefer more daring acts...Like bondage or even pain I'm sorry to say."

As the sun begins to set over the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the ship, I know that my life is about to take a drastically different turn. And I'm looking forward to every single moment of it.

Mr. Johnson, ever the perfect gentleman, helps me up to my right foot. I position my crutches, leaning on them for support.

"Thank you, Mr. Johnson," I say, my voice soft.

"Always a pleasure to assist, Alyssa and I look forward to seeing you again," he replies with a warm smile.

I lean in, and just before he leaves, I give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Take care," I whisper. As I start to walk away, my long leg cast leading the way, I can feel his gaze fixed on me. I glance back and catch him staring, his eyes following the rhythm of my crutches with a look of admiration.

With the new information that I got, I had spent the balance of the early evening researching ways to accentuate and showcase my leg and cast in outfits, eager to serve my new guests in the best possible way related to their own fetishes.

Later I stepped into the lavish VIP suite. I was wearing a stunning black dress that hugged my curves and accentuated my leg and. The dress had a thigh-high slit on the right side, showcasing my long right leg and partly drawing attention to my cast. I paired the dress with a black stiletto heel on my right foot, adding an air of confidence that I really didn't have yet on my crutches.

"Wow, Alyssa, you look absolutely stunning," remarked Sofia, one of my coworkers, who was standing by the large window overlooking the ocean. Her blonde hair cascaded down her voluptuous frame, and her green eyes sparkled as she took in my appearance.

"Thank you, Sofia. I wanted to make sure I looked my best," I replied, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks.

"Well, I think you've certainly achieved that goal," she said with a warm smile. "Now, don't forget to maintain that same level of confidence and sensuality throughout your interactions with your VIP guests, male or female. It's all part of the experience."

"I won't," I assured her, straightening my posture on my crutches and taking a deep breath to steady my nerves.

A soft knock on the door signalled the arrival of my new VIP guest. I felt my heart rate quicken as I smoothed down the front of my dress and made my way carefully on my 4 inch heel and crutches towards the door.

As I opened the door, I was greeted by the sight of a tall, elegant woman in her early forties. She had dark brown skin, piercing dark brown eyes, and a mane of thick, black hair that fell just past her shoulders. Her body was lean and toned, her crippled legs were in modern-looking slim plastic braces that were attached to Italian high heels shoes. Her legs were synchronized for each step she took as she leaned heavily on two forearm crutches.

"Hello, Alyssa. I'm Ms. Clarke," she introduced herself with a sultry voice, her gaze travelling down the length of my body. "And I must say, you are every bit as beautiful as your photos suggested."

"Thank you, Ms. Clarke, do I call you Princess Elize?" I replied, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over me. She said photos? When and where were they taken? "It's a pleasure to meet you in person, princess."

"Please, no princess, call me Elize," she insisted with a coy smile, her eyes lingering on the small part of my cast that was visible beneath the dress. It felt like a tantalizing teaser to her before her gaze travelled back up to meet mine.

The dress's long slit on the right side offered a perfect view of my strong, elegant leg and high heel, while the cast on my left leg remained mostly hidden under the fabric. Only the casted foot and exposed toes peeked out, creating an intriguing contrast. The combination seemed to captivate Elize, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and sexual desire.

As I led her into the suite, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal at the thought of her dominating nature that I had read about, even if I knew that without the long leg braces and her crutches...she was partly paralyzed and unable to walk. It was an entirely new experience for me, and I found myself growing more and more attracted to her and wondered what the future held for us.

Our conversation flowed effortlessly, we quickly realized that we shared interests in dance. Before her accident that led to her braces and crutches she was a dancer in Vegas. She explained how she had always been drawn to women with strong, shapely legs and how she found the idea to spend time on this cruise with a woman also using crutches with a broken leg particularly arousing.

"Fascinating, to be honest I really didn't know about sexual attraction toward leg casts and crutches" I said, feeling a tingle of excitement between my legs, maybe even wetness at the thought of exploring this new side of myself.

Her movements were mesmerizing as she slid her legs with her braces and crutches, each step deliberate and partly out of control. Her eyes never left me, and I could feel the intensity of her stare, especially when she watched me walk away on my crutches with my long pink cast leading the way.

Her eyes darkened with sexual desire as she took a step closer to me with her leg brace coming in contact with my cast, plastic again fibreglass, her gaze locked onto mine. "Would you be open to exploring this fetish with me, Alyssa?" she asked, her voice hesitant.

I hesitated for a very short moment, excitement coursing through my veins for playing with this lovely woman and... it was my job...more or less. But ultimately, I found myself drawn to the idea of submitting to Elize's desires.

"Yes, I'd like that."

Elize's movements were mesmerising as she moved with her braces and crutches, each step deliberate and controlled. Her eyes never left me, and I could feel the intensity of her stare, especially when she watched me walk away, my cast leading the way.

She carefully moved to the sofa, sliding in and controlling her crippled legs as she unlocked the joints of her long leg braces. With practised ease, she sat down, her braces still supporting her legs but allowing her to bend them slightly. I joined her, settling beside her on the plush cushions dropping my own crutches to the floor. Gently, I lifted my broken leg and placed my cast on her braced thighs. Elize's braces provided a sturdy platform, her eyes sparkled with surprise.

Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she reached out to trace her fingers along the length of my long pink cast, starting above my knee and slowly working her way towards my ankle and foot.

"You have such a beautiful leg and cast, Alyssa," she murmured, her breath hot against my toes. "Imagine if your cast was off and I was exploring every inch of your broken leg."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as she continued her slow, deliberate exploration of my leg. Her touch was gentle and I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of sexual arousal building within me thinking of my broken tibia and fibula exposed to her lips.

As Elize reached my cast-covered ankle, she...

My dream job
Chapter 4 to come
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