Thursday, October 31, 2024
Beyond the Movie Script chapter 6
Beyond the Movie Script
Chapter 6
Steve shifted his position, he lifted the hem of my skirt, exposing my thighs, and began to kiss his way up, his tongue on my inner thigh. I could feel my body responding, my hips lifting slightly to meet his touch. When he reached the apex of my thighs, he paused, his breath hot against my most sensitive area.
"You're so wet," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
I moaned softly, my body aching for his touch. "Please," I begged.
Steve didn't make me wait any longer. He leaned in, his tongue finding my clitoris, circling it gently before dipping lower, tasting me fully. I let out a gasp, he worked me with his tongue, his fingers gently parting my folds.
"You taste so fucking good," he murmured, his voice muffled by my wetness.
He stood up, his broken ankle aching, he lifted my long black cast on his shoulder, positioned himself between my legs, his penis already hard and ready. He thrust into me, filling me completely. I let out a gasp, my body adjusting to the feeling of him inside me.
"So fucking tight."
I wrapped my one leg around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. "Harder," I begged.
"Yes mistress" Steve obliged, his hips moving faster, his penis sliding in and out of me with increasing speed. I could feel my body responding, my orgasm building.
"Yessss," I gasped, my hips meeting his thrust for thrust. "Don't stop."
Steve didn't, his hard penis pounding into me, his body slapping against mine. I could feel the pleasure building, my body tensing as I got closer and closer to the edge.
"Steve," I gasped, my hips bucking against his. "I'm so close, you are so good."
He didn't stop, his penis moving faster, his fingers finding my clitoris, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me, my body shaking with the force of it.
Steve didn't let up, drawing out my pleasure until I was a panting, trembling mess. When he finally pulled away, I looked up at him, my body still humming with aftershocks.
"That was incredible," I whispered, my voice hoarse. Steve grinned down at me...
The next morning, the full leg cast on my left leg didn't stop me from embracing my role as a lawyer with style. Yes I love clothes and yes I love sexy high heels... I had a day filled with legal work ahead of me, and while the cast required some lovely adjustments, I wasn't about to compromise my professional look.
I decided to go for a more striking look, something that balanced professionalism with a touch of elegance, despite the challenge of my new full leg cast. I picked a sleek pencil skirt, dark blue, that hugged my curves and fell just above my knee. I loved the way it clung to my figure, while the cast on my left leg became a graceful accessory.
I made sure the hem of the skirt rested just right below the edge of my cast, leaving men and some women wondering how high the cast actually went on my poor broken leg. It seemed to add an element of drama to my outfit, catching the attention with each step I took on my crutches.
For the top, I chose a soft, white silk blouse that tucked neatly into the waistband of my pencil skirt while the fitted design highlighted my waist without being overly formal. The sleeves were slightly rolled, revealing a Bulgari Serpenti watch on my wrist, making the outfit very polished. Look it up ladies, very classy watch while on crutches.
To complete the look, I wore a single black stiletto on my right foot, a sleek, pointed-toe heel. The click of the heel on the floor harmonized with the rhythm of the thumps of my crutches, each step slow but deliberate, the long cast forcing me to move with precision. With every step, I could feel the fabric of my skirt sliding gently against the cast. My crutches supported me effortlessly like it did some years ago. I couldn't help but smile at how the outfit came together.
As I secured my crutches under my arms with my full leg cast and professional outfit, I stood ready to take on the day's legal battles for Serena vengeance. The day had barely begun, but my mind was already in full legal mode.
Steve and I met up at the office, where we began outlining our plan to collect evidence. We had a list of crew members who had been on set that day, people who might have seen the faulty harness or who had witnessed Serena's fall. As we sipped our coffee, I flipped through the notes we had compiled, highlighting key points that would support our case.
We started making calls, interviewing those who had been there during the accident. The story was always the same: rushed safety checks, corners cut to meet the production's tight schedule. A few crew members were hesitant to talk at first, but when they learned how serious we were, they began to open up. Their accounts painted a clear picture of negligence, a director more concerned with staying on budget than with the safety of his actors.
Next, we put in a request to review the footage from the day of the accident. If we could prove that the harness was faulty or improperly used, it would be game over for the production company. I could feel the fire of determination growing inside me as we laid out our strategy. Serena's injury had been preventable, and I wouldn't rest until the director was held accountable.
As the preparation for the case went on, I found myself spending more and more time with Serena. Our meetings to discuss the legal case had become a regular occurrence, and each visit left me feeling more drawn to her. Her strength, despite the trauma she had been through, was captivating. There was something about the way she carried herself, even with her broken leg, cast and her crutches supporting her every move
One afternoon, as we sat together in Serena's cozy living room, the sunlight streaming through the windows, she turned to me with a teasing smile. Her eyes, always so sharp and perceptive, locked onto mine as she asked,
"Tell me again, how did you break your own leg, Stephanie?"
I froze for a moment, the familiar tension rising inside me. There was a part of me that wanted to confess everything, to open up about the wild, tangled web of my desires and sexual fetishes that I had kept hidden for so long. But this wasn't the moment. Not yet. I wasn't ready to reveal those private parts of me, the ones that made me question just how much she would understand or accept.
I forced a smile, leaning on my crutches for support as I moved closer to her, the weight of the lie settling on my chest while my cast was inches from her own.
"It was a really bad fall," I began, trying to keep my tone casual despite the butterflies in my stomach. My fingers nervously squeezed the handle of my crutches as I looked down at my sleek black fibreglass cast. It hugged my leg perfectly, from thigh to toes, my red-painted nails peeking out from the end.
Serena's gaze followed the cast up to the hem of my skirt, where it pushed against the fabric slightly. Her hand moved instinctively, resting on the cast as if drawn to it. The touch was electric, making the cast feel like an extension of my skin like if it was directly connected to my vagina.
"I can imagine how that must have felt," she said softly, her eyes locked on mine. There was a hint of intrigue in her voice, and I could see the playful gleam behind her sympathetic words.
"You poor thing," she added, her hand lingering and moving up on my cast before looking back up at me. "But you don't seem like the type of woman, mother or lawyer to let a little thing like a broken leg stop you."
I laughed, feeling a sexual warmth spread through me. "No, I'm not. In fact, I was hoping you could help me with that baby."
Serena raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, really? I could be your daughter miss and how do you think I can help?"
I leaned in and kissed her lips, lowering my voice. "Well, yes you could be since my daughter is older than you but so what? I've been told that certain... activities can help with the healing process of both our broken legs."
Serena's eyes widened slightly, and a slow smile spread across her face. "Is that so?"
I nodded, feeling the heat of her gaze.
"Yes, it is. And I was hoping you might be up for a little experimentation."
Serena's smile turned mischievous. "I do love a good experiment."
God she was so beautiful in her... medical... cast.
"But what do I call you? Stephanie, Mom or mistress Steffie?
Beyond the Movie Script
Chapter 7 to come
K
Monday, October 14, 2024
Sunday, October 13, 2024
Beyond the Movie Script. Chapter 5
Beyond the Movie Script
Chapter 5
I arrived at the secluded apartment, tucked away in the neighbouring city where we could both disappear for a while. Pushing the door open, I felt a mix of nerves and excitement about what was about to happen. Steve was already inside balancing on his crutches. His lower leg still in its hard, white cast that peeked out beneath his jeans, it stabilized his broken ankle.
"Nice to see you," he greeted me with that easy smile, though there was a hint of something else in his eyes tonight, anticipation and pure sexual lust. His crutches clicked softly as he took a step toward me, and I felt my heart skip a beat, remembering the conversation we'd had the night before about his lovely dream. This wasn't going to be just about him this time, it was my turn.
"How's your broken ankle? Do you really need crutches?..." I asked, smiling, licking my lips while taking away his crutches, glancing down at his cast, cast shoe and exposed toes. It had been only a few weeks since I'd broken his ankle, and yet he was handling it with such confidence, accepting to walk on it already as per my request...Listening to his mistress Steffie.
"It's still healing, I'm not sure I should" he shrugged, taking a step putting weight on his broken ankle while leaning down and kissing my red lips.
"But Mistress, tonight isn't about me." His gaze was intense, he stared at my leg, knowing exactly why we were here. I smiled softly, standing in front of him on 4 inch heels, feeling the sexual tension of the moment between us building even more between my long legs, I was already wet.
"No, it's not about you." The memories of our late-night talk played over in my mind, his dream, the idea we'd been toying with for weeks, finally turning into reality tonight. We had agreed to apply a recreational cast on my left leg, and now, here we were, standing on the edge of something thrilling and a little wild, a term rec cast, starting on one leg with a major court case on the horizon.
"Are you sure you're ready?" Steve asked, limping closer, the tip of his cast brushing against my high heel shoe as he leaned in slightly against me to relieve some of the pain in his broken ankle. I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement pulse through me.
"Absolutely my dear."
He gave me a grin and motioned toward the bedroom, where he had everything laid out. I loved the thump of his cast-shoe against the floor as he limped badly while he led the way, his own casted foot was calling my attention. When we reached the room, I noticed the materials set neatly on the bed, the water, soft bandages, cast rolls, everything we'd need.
"I've got everything," he said, making his way to the edge of the bed. He carefully moved into a seated position, as he gestured for me to lie down. I stretched out on the bed, my heart racing in anticipation as I extended my long left leg. Steve shuffled closer, careful with his own broken ankle, and after removing my Italian pump and slid the stiletto heel gently up my calf, knee and thigh, teasing me before starting the casting process.
"This is going to feel amazing," he said softly, his voice reacting as my fingers gently rubbed the front of his pants, feeling his penis throbbing against the fabric, it was throbbing like his broken ankle but for a very different reason. He kissed me, his lips soft and insistent. I parted my lips, inviting his tongue to explore my mouth. We kissed passionately, our tongues playing.
He picked up the roll of soft padding first, his fingers brushing my skin gently as he started with my foot. "We have to make sure everything is protected" he said quietly, focusing on the task in front of him. The padding was soft and light, as it wrapped smoothly around my foot and ankle, cushioning every inch of skin.
I watched as Steve worked his way up my calf, layering the padding evenly, making sure there were no gaps. The material was soft against my skin, a stark contrast to the firmness that would soon follow. As he reached my knee, he bent my leg slightly at a comfortable angle and then ensured my foot was at a 90-degree position.
"Is this okay?" he asked, pausing to make sure I was comfortable.
"Yeah, it's perfect," I replied, feeling a rush of anticipation as he continued wrapping the padding higher, past my knee and up to my thigh.
He then cupped my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple through the thin fabric of my blouse. I moaned softly, arching my back to press myself against his touch, he smiled and pulled away...teasing me...
Steve reached for the black fibreglass cast material. The dark colour stood out in stark contrast to the white padding, and I felt a flutter of excitement at what was coming next. He dipped the roll of fibreglass into water, activating it, and then began carefully applying the first layer around my foot. The material was wet, but I could already feel it beginning to harden slightly as Steve smoothed it down with his hands around all the shapes of my leg.
He worked slowly, wrapping the fibreglass around my foot and up my ankle, making sure it was snug but not too tight. His fingers pressed and smoothed the material as he went. The fibreglass locked my foot into place as the cast started to take form.
"You're doing great," Steve said softly, his voice calm as he continued wrapping, moving up to my calf. His hands moved with precision, ensuring each layer of fibreglass was smooth and even. He smoothed it down after every turn, feeling the material slowly harden under his touch, trapping my leg in place with every pass.
The sensation of my leg becoming stiff and immobilized was strange but exhilarating. The cast material was hardening quickly now, forming a solid shell around my leg, making it impossible to move it. I could feel the weight of it starting to set in, the fibreglass encasing me from my toes to my thigh.
"One last layer," he said, as he smoothed the top of the cast, making sure everything was perfectly sealed. His hands lingered for a moment, pressing gently against the hardened surface, feeling the solidness of it as it fully set around my leg.
I flexed my toes, the only part of my leg I could still move, feeling the weight of the cast hold me in place. "It feels incredible," I breathed, running my fingers along the smooth, hardened surface of the black cast.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "I want to taste you mistress" he murmured, his breath sending goosebumps across my skin. "Everywhere." I let out a soft moan, my body responding to his words.
"Well...Show me," I whispered.
He began at my exposed toes, his tongue tracing the line where my red-painted nails met the cast. I could feel the heat of his breath, the softness of his lips, and I squirmed slightly, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through me. He caressed my cast while his lips moved to my good leg, his tongue leaving a trail of wetness on the cast, his lips following behind, kissing and nibbling gently.
"You taste amazing,but..." he murmured, his voice muffled slightly by the cast.
I looked down at him, watching as he worked his way up my leg, his hands gently caressing my skin wherever it was exposed. When he reached my knee, he paused, looking up at me with a smouldering gaze.
"I want more," he said, his voice a low growl. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Yes," I breathed.
Steve shifted his position, he lifted the hem of my skirt, exposing my thighs, and began to kiss his way up, his tongue on my inner thigh. I could feel my body responding, my hips lifting slightly to meet his touch.
Beyond the Movie Script
Chapter 6 to come
K
