The challenge part 1

There I was dreaming of the interview at CDNB Chicago tonight but after staring at my phone, I realized that I needed to get moving if I wanted to catch the 8 0'clock train. I stepped into my open-toed 4 inch heels, which looked great with my athletic legs, 2 more buttons on my red blouse and I pulled up my tight fitting pencil skirt, I looked like Pepper in Ironman. I wished anyway, she was so sexy. Walking in the train, I received some appreciative stares from a lot of commuters and that was enough to reinforce my confidence for tonight.

I wished the day passed quickly but noooo it was very slow. The interview was at 6 pm and I was nervous, very nervous. I had been selected but selected for what, nobody knew. The only thing I could do was to be confident and decent looking. Check and check.

"Are you going out with your husband after work Claudia?" My new friend asked

"Hummm yes just for a drink and supper" I lied, crossing my long legs, showing off brand new high heels. I saw her stare at my sexy shoes that were open toe so she could lean down and lick my little toes inside my black pantyhose. I often have these small sexual fantasies about the 2 of us.

"Good for you, nice shoes dear" She said, kinda licking her lips. Weird, like very weird he's my husband's lady, hands off I warned her half joking and serious.

Later on in the afternoon, I was at the radio station restroom. I reapplied my red lipstick and adjusted my blouse to make sure some cleavage was on display but not too much to look slutty. I grabbed my purse and left the restroom to the sound of the gingle CDNB FM downtown Chicago. The secretary stared at me walking toward her, my heels echoing on the marble floor. I was impressed.

She knew my name, plus 5 minutes later I was ushered in the office. Like my husband would say so far so good but he knew nothing about this interview and to be honest I only knew that it had to be a secret.

"Okay Michelle, please come in." The VP of marketing said with a booming radio voice. Very bad start...

"It's Claudia, my name is Claudia" I stood taller than him with my heels and I extended my arm. He shook it firmly.

"So sorry, yes Claudia," He said, staring at my legs and not trying to hide it. He was a legman for sure.

"Please follow me" He took me through the official office and into a more private room. His office was so beautiful, wall-to-ceiling glass, but the smaller room wasn't. To me at the time it felt like a big closet. I sat on a leather chair and he did the same facing me.

"Thanks for coming, Claudia, so why do you think you would be a good candidate..."

"Well I'm sorry but since I don't know what the requirements are it's hard to know if I'm a good candidate or not but I'm in a place in my personal and working life, ready for a change, or at the very least a challenge"

"I should be honest right away and tell you that this project is not with the radio station but with the owner Mr. Smith," He said with some hesitation in his tone, he was playing it down, so strange.

I didn't like this VP right away, my first impression was very bad and I should have known to walk away but I didn't. He stared at my legs that were simply crossed at the ankles, my blouse, round breasts, lips and long brown hair tied back. I had enough already and was about to stand and leave when he gave me the 1-2 punch.

"Just give me 10 minutes and then decide if it's for you or not" He asked

"Well...that's fair sir, I'm all yours, open minded and all." I said but my mind was elsewhere, I was losing interest, I was thinking of my husband, we got married only 14 months ago, that he would gladly unzip my skirt, letting it slide off my long legs, leaving me standing in my pantyhose and heels. No talking, pure ecstasy, feeling his hardening penis strain against my behind before I released it, fully erect.

"You have made quite an impression while in business school and Mr Smith would like to challenge you. If you win you have a great monetary payoff and if you lose he gets a fantastic 2 weeks" He said

I couldn't stop thinking of one expression in all the bla bla bla "monetary payoff". Any young couple with college debt, trying to buy their first house would have jumped at that mention. I stared into his blue eyes until I said.

"I'm no escort, no prostitute, he should have know that since you said he knows me well"

"No...NO that's not it. You play a little game for 6 weeks and if you win, you get $500,000. No string attached, no prostitution and the game is played with your husband in your home miss"

"Seriously," I replied smugly...but...$500,000 would pay all our school debt and a big down payment on a house.

With a wicked grin on my face, I stood and walked around the room, thinking, buying time and yes pleasing this little man. My long hair was in a ponytail bouncing a bit. I was dangerously close to accepting the game even if I didn't know what it was in exchange for the money so I needed to know more. What was the trap, the fine print.

"Claudia, Mr. Smith is rich, that money is nothing to him"

I sat back down, crossed my legs and one of my shoes was dangling off my left foot, he stared at it. Yes I was playing him but the truth I was so insecure that I used sex appeal to think, to buy more time.

"OK What do I need to do during those 6 weeks?"

"First let me ask you something. Do you think you can lie to your husband, family, friends and coworker during 6 weeks to get that half a million dollars that would be deposited in a tax haven of your choice for you and your husband?"

"Mmmmm,yes I could" I answered, trying to look and show a professional front when I was almost on my knees to get all that cash.

"Fantastic" He said and grabbed the remote and the wall screen opened up with Mr. John Smith who was sitting on his yacht somewhere in the world with the turquoise ocean behind him.

"Claudia it's a pleasure to finally talk to you" Mr Smith said

"Thank you sir" I said, staring at him. Mid 50's I guessed

"Let me tell you all about our little game" He said smiling

I crossed my legs slowly, giving both men a quick glare of my... just like that famous movie with Sharon Stone.

Part 2 to come

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 Imagine... if the rich owner of a radio station offers you the possibility of getting $500,000 if you win a challenge. Would you go for it?

We are talking 6 weeks only but if you lose the challenge...there are some sexual consequences.

This will explore relationships, lying, fetishes, love, sex and many other aspects of her sexual life. Put yourself in her high heels, how far would you go for a payout.

Part 1 tomorrow morning

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 She felt like her mind was numb, they cut off the pantyhose, released her broken ankle, washed it and within 15 minutes her lower leg was in a freshly applied short black cast with a slight angle down. she presumed that her Achilles might have been torn also. One thing was sure she wouldn't be able to walk on it.

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"Paige, Mr. Hamilton is willing to make the investment in my project if I'm willing to offer additional services to him"

"Additional services?" She wasn't sure where all this was going, she wanted to come back to me and stay in our house until her ankle heals...and find a new job...Obviously.

"Paige, have you ever heard the expression Honey Trap in the industrial spying world?"

"NO"

"It's when a company uses a sexy covert female to create a sexual relationship to compromise a competitor. In your case it included same-sex relationships that were filmed and recorded in your office and at your home."

"You fucking bitch" She yelled at sweet Kimberley before standing and hopping to her crutches, place them under her arms and stared at the owner.

"Sit down Paige, if you leave I will release all the videos and you will never get another management job in your life. Mr Hamilton, shares the same fetish that your husband do and I want to use the same Honey trap technique with you against him"

Paige couldn't believe what she was hearring, she was so mad for her stupidity and while squeezing her crutches hard, she actually wasn't surprised.

"Let me be clear, if you do that for us, I will own this man for life with the potential blackmail and I will destroy the videos and audio tapes that I have I promise. In a way you only have to play with another man like you did in the privacy of your own home and at the office." He said, staring at Kimberley.

The 4 words, "In your private home" made Paige shiver and sit back knowing that she had no choice but to pimp herself to him like a fetish toy.

One last time She had to play the innocent, "How can I be that woman, I don't understand," said Paige, almost in tears.

"I'm sure you do, you are clever and smart Paige? Miss, you have shown in this video you have all the qualities and sex appeal to ensnare a diehard caster like him, he won't resist your beauty and broken ankle" Kimberley said

"You don't know me, I will not be used as some kind of escort. Please accept my resignation and do what you want with the videos"

His smile disappeared "Paige, do you remember on January 14 when you dressed and role played a sexy teen cheerleader with a sprained ankle with your husband, you have to realize how easily this video could be manipulated and ruin your husband's career and yours. I don't think you have a choice"

Paige's heart sank at his words. This is industrial blackmail. Paige wanted to scream and yet the cast on her broken ankle reminded her that she had no more options.

One week later Paige sat nervously holding onto her crutches at the Ritz-Carlton in San-Francisco. Waiting for her target that she knew well now from the various reports she read. She saw him look her up from a distance and then he quickly gave her exposed black cast a glance before he bustled past her with his security. They were followed by his 18 year old daughter that walked by Paige and only looked at her crutches, nothing else.

Why did he bring his daughter?

When she got to the suite, the daughter opened the door and she walked in slowly on her crutches so gracefully and yet he wasn't in the room. She sat in a chair and the daughter left the suite, closing the door but not before stealing a glance at Paige legs, the casted one and the 4 inch heel. Then she stared at her exposed toes painted red.

God that was so freaky.

"Hello Paige, nice to meet you" he said, shaking her hand. She was trying so hard not to look for the cameras.

"Likewise" But it wasn't.

"Please miss, remove your blouse" He asked or ordered right away.

Paige complied, sitting with her legs crossed at the ankles, her cast sitting on her good foot, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, embarrassed by stripping in front of this stranger.

"Would you remove your skirt and keep the high heels, I mean heel in your case miss" He said, staring at her small breast and long legs but his attention was mostly on her broken ankle. She was left in just a black bra, panties and lower leg cast. He smiled like a kid enjoying his present or a cat looking at a bird before killing it.

I will never understand why Paige smiled but she did, she stood on her left heel, with her head up, stared at the man and reached behind her and slowly undid the clasp, let the bra straps slip from her shoulders and the bra fell. Trying to cover herself she crossed her arms and then it's like she decided to take the lead, she was a leader in life, enough of that, she grabbed her crutches, positioned them under her arms and took a few steps inside the suites looking like a goddess, firm perky breasts, long legs, perfectly moulded leg cast and a smile and lips to die for or...

Mr. Hamilton's reaction was automatic, large and complete erection inside his pants, he was literally gawking at my sexy wife's legs and broken ankle. Paige's nipples became stiff and so inviting. He studied both her bare breasts and that black cast.

He then took her crutches away...

"Please come to the bed walking" He ordered

"I can't, I just broke my ankle, a week ago" But Paige saw no option so she counted the steps in her mind to the bed...10...

Step 1 to 3
The last few months came back to Paige, you see I , the husband, doesn't have a split personally, my wife is a damn pain lover to the extreme. She lied.

Step 4 to 5
The more Paige began to walk on her cast, the more aroused she became. Limping on her broken ankle she felt guilty displacing the bones again but the crutching sounds of the bones...OMG....

Step 6 to 9,
More and more aroused, literally wet. Even better in the presence of this cast loving man.

Step 10
This cast loving man was now her fetish slave, not the other way around. She owned him.

Sitting on the bed and the man on his knee in front of her she thrust her cast into his face. Using his tongue and lips he began licking her exposed toes at the end of the cast. His other hand caressing Paige's strong leg. The more he licked, the more aroused she became and she used the stiletto of her left heel to rub Mr Hamilton's hard penis that he released 2 minutes ago from his pants.

Page orgasm was building up, he was almost ready to explode and she could not stop thinking of Kimberley watching her through the video feed, no more arm cast but sitting in a wheelchair at the moment for her next target. When she came, she felt satisfied ,exhausted and panting.... It was all over.

After her surgery to rebuild her ankle, Paige was home with me in a white cast this time, she had been handsomely rewarded for her service and resigned the next day.

"Never again" She said and I corrected her..."Never say never love"

The end.

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That night I should have noticed how seriously troubled my wife felt. I was so concerned about my split personality that I didn't notice that something was wrong with Paige.

"How's your ankle?"

"It's ok let's watch the movie ok?"

Watching Paige around on her crutches looking so hot had me aroused by the time we went to bed. I tried but she shut me down and curled away thinking of what tomorrow would bring at work.

The next morning she realized that she had 2 options:

1-Call in sick, she had the perfect reason with her sprained ankle
2-Face it and hopefully move on from what she did.

Pencil skirt, white blouse, black pantyhose, 3 inch heel on her left foot even dressed like that she was surprised by the look she got from James the security guard at the office.
Yes he stared at her legs,
Yes he stared at her on her crutches but it's what he said...

"Miss Paige, can you follow me to the office of the president please?"

She shivered "what?" with that one phrase she lost her confidence and carefully followed James.

Once in the president's boardroom she faced a first surprise, Kimberley was sitting cradling her broken arm, dressed in a lovely black Fanta halter mini bandage dress. Look it up

It's very sexy on Kimberley's shapely physique but very inappropriate at the office. Dress like that she sure wasn't here to complain about my sexual advances or hers. I was standing on my crutches when the president walked in and he smiled at me, so did Kimberley.

What was going on... Twilight zone?...

"Ah, Paige, please sit down, rest your broken ankle" said the president pleasantly.

"It's not broken sir, it's just a sprained, off crutches in a few days"

"Ok Paige but I would say weeks but I'm no doctor, How about we watch a video if that's ok with you," he said and like magic the lights dimmed and a projector lowered from the ceiling, this was all very high-tech to her.

"OMG..." Was all she could say.

Paige was shocked that the video was taken in her office. The dam painting that she hated from day one was obviously where the camera was. She knew what was coming next, she was standing and putting her sprained ankle on her desk for Kimberley to play with...

"Please sir stop it, I can explain..." But she obviously couldn't explain.

She leaned towards the wall to grab her crutches and couldn't reach them so she stood forgetting for a second about her injured ankle and the cracking sound was so loud that it left no doubt...Just like a branch while walking in the forest...OMG... like she didn't have enough to deal with at the moment.

Kimberley was the first to say "oh Paige be careful sit down please...Miss, is your ankle broken now?..." She said, almost grinning.

My poor wife was standing, her right knee bent trying hard to keep her broken ankle elevated, standing in front of a video showing her assistant removing her air cast and licking her toes. Paige could hear her own moaning sound through speakers all around the office.

"My god this is the twilight zone" She said too loud, everybody heard her.

Her poor broken ankle was throbbing, her voice trembling "Please sir I beg you to stop it, I quit or fire me"

Finally it all stopped and Kimberley helped her hop back to her chair. Paige was in a daze, staring at her foot and ankle. Maybe it was ok, just a worse sprain.

The president seem to read her mind "Paige we need to treat you, I'm afraid your ankle might be broken but first...I have no intention of letting you resign, I may have a very special assignment for you" He said and with a slight movement of his left hand he invited resources to come in his office.

Paige had no idea what he was talking about and stood up on her left foot, her leg shaking. She glanced at Kimberley who was relaxed and smiled with that damn sexy smile, licking her lips, her long fingers along her broken arm, was it even broken she wondered. She wanted to hit her or/and kiss her at the same time.

"Sir, I don't know what's happening," Paige said, miserably. 2 doctors in scrubs walked in with a cart, a casting cart.

"Please sit, Paige, we will protect your broken ankle and I will explain what my offer is."

She felt like her mind was numb, they cut off the pantyhose, released her broken ankle, washed it and within 15 minutes her lower leg was in a freshly applied black cast with a slight angle down, so she presumed that her Achilles might have been injured. One thing was sure she wouldn't be able to walk on it. She stared at it, it was perfectly moulded around her lowed leg, stopping about one inch below the knee.

"Paige, I have a side business where I need investments and one rich american from wall street is willing to invest with a bit of convincing and to created that condition I need you my dear"

"What?"

I was speechless looking between my cast, crutches and Kimberley... Who the hell was she anyway?

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The next day at work Paige was shocked that her assistant wasn't in when she got in on her crutches. When she finally did around 9:45 am she couldn't stare Kimberleyr's brown eyes because she was busy staring at her broken wrist that was now in a full arm cast, OMG the new pink cast was resting in a black sling. The poor girl probably felt and broke her arm while she had all the filthy thoughts about her sexy little assistant. She stood on her left foot and leaned against her desk, Kimberley walked in and she looked up once, briefly and Paige saw her blushing deeply.

Paige's mind was busy thinking of her assistant while at every meeting, everybody she talked to noticed them stare at her exposed toes. Her legs were bare and she was wearing a nice black dress. Like always it raised a passion in her all the staring and she was struggling to control it. Finally later that night she managed to concentrate and get some work done until she heard noises.

Some movement outside her office door, she reached for her crutches and stood on them and Kimberley walked in cradling her broken arm.

"Sorry Miss I came in to turn off your lights.I didn't know you were still here"

"Oh I'd better go, don't want to break something in the dark while on crutches" joked Paige, weakly.

Kimberley walked closer to Paige and stared at the exposed lower leg silently. Paige looked at her assistant's big and long arm cast and that seemed to make Kimberley nervous. She looked at my wife's bandaged foot for a moment and then finally said, "Can I ask you something?"

"Yes and call me Paige."

"OK Paige, are you sure your ankle is not broken? You seem to have a lot more swelling and it goes higher on your lower leg"

Paige flushed "NO I don't think so , my husband is a doctor and he checks it every night." She could hardly say No but my husband, the doctor, tried to break it. How would that sound.

"I hope I haven't offended you? Your cheeks are so red, I noticed the swelling watching you around the office on your crutches"

"No not at all dear" She said while Kimberley smiled and walked closer to my wife and sat in front of her desk and places her long cast on the desk

"It's a good thing yours is not broken, look at this ugly cast, thank god it's my arm and not my leg" Kimberley, the young woman from her sexual fantasy last night was now only inches from her. She was looking at my wife's bursting nipples through her dress with genuine appreciation.

"It is, I mean you are very nice Kimberley, I'm sorry for staring at your broken arm" Paige said

"Very nice Kimberley!" she repeated. "Good enough to let me kiss those cute little toes?" laughed Kimberley.

Paige was hesitant but then she struggled, holding on to the edge of her desk for support, lifted her sprained ankle and brought it on top of her desk. She looked up at Kimberley, she was such a beautiful woman, she saw the young woman rub her air-cast, bandages and toes with her cast covered hand, the pink cast rubbing her toes then applying pressure to her sore ankle, probably not realizing it, not feeling it inside the cast.

Paige was completely taken by surprise and tried to back away. "What are you doing?, you know we can't" .

Kimberley just grinned at her.

"Why not? we are 2 mature women, I'm a lesbian and you look bi curious"

"No Kimberley. It's not that I... I'm a married woman,"

"I know you want me." Kimberley said

Paige looked up at Kimberley, this young woman was so mature for her age. "Sorry Kimberley but no I don't want you" Paige said

"OK, then stop me"

She took Paige bandaged foot by sliding her broken arm under my wife's leg and licked her bare toes slowly. That wasn't enough, she untied the ace bandages and slowly un-rolled it from the lower leg, unsnap the velcros and remove the small air cast from the sprained ankle. Paige moaned even if she was concerned and wanted the young woman to stop.

Kimberley could feel the tension in her manager's ankle, the sprained ankle had her foot slightly bent, she began licking and sucking along the injured ankle softly, as she did, Paige tried to regain control but she was getting so incoherent in her attempts. She couldn't stop staring at the pink cast rubbing against her sprained ankle.

"Oh please....stop" Paige said, closing her eyes, her own hand between her legs.

Kimberley smiled at my injured wife as she licked the swelling, the sprained ankle. Paige wincing, pain... pleasure... at the sensations of Kimberleys lips and tongue was causing vs the rough surface of the pink cast. The next few minutes were totally strange for Paige, the young woman pulled up her leg and rubbed the injured limb against her breast while licking and sucking the toes.

"Miss how much flexibility have you kept in that ankle?"

A sensation that was uncomfortable at first at best became totally unbearable when Kimberley slowly thrust the foot left and right bending and stretching the damaged ankle, Paige was so concerned that she was going to break her ankle but at the same time she was even more aroused. She felt the orgasm building up, her body spasmed and she doubled over, groaning when Kimberley let go of her injured ankle. She finally opened her eyes and saw the young woman.

Kimberley was standing, legs spread, masturbating, she thrusted her pink cast between her legs, against her vagina, moaning as she did so. It reminded me of the movie Witches of eastwick. As Paige came she lifted her right foot, hoping that her ankle wasn't broken while she moaned loudly.

An hour later on her way home on crutches the reality hit. What had she done? God she had sex with a woman for the first and that woman is a subordinate and...my ankle.

Part 4 to come

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The next night coming back from work on her crutches, I asked her how her day went. She was bubbling with excitement about being on crutches again and the attention she received at work. She was about to tell me that her secretary stared and at some point touched her sprained ankle but she paused. She wasn't quite sure how to drop it casually into the conversation without reminding me of the affair I had a couple years ago with another secretary.

"I love my new crutches, underarm crutches have always been my favourites" It always fascinated me that when she talked about one of our fetishes it made her flush. She turned away from me and pretended to be doing something else while she kept her knee bent and that little foot elevated off the hardwood floor looking so beautiful.

That night she let me play. I dreamed all day of her bare sprained ankle, so I slowly unwrapped her ankle, untied the velcro and slipped off her small plastic brace from her ankle. My fingers slid all over her injured ankle, gazing at her, making sure not to hurt her, then wrapped my hand all around her foot, bent over and kissed her sprained ankle and foot. While rubbing her naked and exposed injured limb, I started shaking, I kissed her sprained ankle again, licking the underside of her arch, finally her toes. The swelling was shades of blue and purple, I squeezed the side of her foot, ankle, she jumped, pulled away her leg. I felt like a different person, maybe I was for a second or two.

"You did try to break my ankle last night didn't you?" She asked, what could I say, I just didn't remember.

The next morning, Kimberley was waiting for Paige at the office and she tried not to stare at my wife's legs. Paige was wearing a tight black pencil skirt, white blouse, black pantyhose, and a black 3.5 inch heel on her left foot. You could clearly see the shape of the aircast and ace bandages inside the pantyhose on her lower right leg and foot. Standing on her crutches, she tried to engage her young assistant in small conversation but that was almost impossible, the assistant was so reserved, always professional and maybe her wrist was bothering her. Paige had noticed right yesterday when KImberley came into the office that she was sporting a small red arm cast. Her fingers were visible except for her broken thumb that was also casted, the majority of her cast was hidden inside her red blouse.

Paige tried to concentrate on her work but even if she preferred a sprained ankle, torn ligaments or braces of all kinds... To see her injured, small, young and sexy assistant drove her crazy. She had experienced in the past that when she was sexually turned on, her sprained ankle somehow seemed extra sensitive. When she put her wrapped foot on the floor, she felt soft waves of pleasure and pain inside her injured ankle.

"Should I try to walk on it? She asked herself. "No you shouldn't unless you want a cast" She answered back.

She pulled back her chair, crossed her legs at the knee and rubbed her pantyhose covered foot and ankle. During the day every time she spoke to Kimberley she couldn't help looking at her broken wrist and Kimberley at Paige crutches and sprained ankle.

I wanted to talk to her that evening but when she came in, she changed and left for a full pedicure. She had always paid attention to her feet and toes when on crutches. Her injured limb was exposed to scrutiny, to some men drooling and some women wanting to touch and talk about her injury. Obviously they could only reach her toes on her right foot but each toenail was carefully painted pink.

"Do you like them?" She asked me back at home in the living room sitting on the couch, she was dangling one elegant manicured foot in front of my face, I could smell the ace bandage. Ace bandages have a certain scent...Smell it if you don't believe me.

"It looks great" I said but her feet always looked good to me, especially injured to be honest.

I think that most fetishists are also sensualists, both really need physical, especially sexual, pleasure.

I went up and grabbed her crutches and sat back on the sofa, sliding my fingers up and down, caressing the aluminium shaft and the foamed underarm protectors. I could tell Paige was pissed by my lack of attention to her. She removed the air cast and bandages and lifted her foot to my face.

She's such a tease.

The swelling made her foot totally gorgeous. I grabbed it, circling my long fingers around her ankle, she closed her eyes and instinctively slid one hand inside her panties to touch herself. She rubbed her vagina, I kissed her foot, she slid one finger inside her, eyes closed so I squeezed her sprained ankle experimentally just to see how far I...

Her eyes opened wide, she moaned and said "Don't break it..." and she continued to play with herself as she pushed her fingers in and out.

She rarely touched herself, I normally did it but my fingers were leaving an imprint on the swelling. Wow, I twisted her foot slowly counter clockwise, swelling increasing right away, The intensity of her fingers increased against her vagina and clit.

She slid her good foot against my penis, rubbing it. Barely able to talk, moaning, she said "Kimberley my secretary broke her wrist and thumb, maybe her boyfriend did it" She smiled in a daze rubbing me faster with her toes.

I was so hard and excited that I came inside my jeans, unable to control it. At the same time Paige stared at the front of my jeans, mouth open but then suddenly, shockingly in her mind a naked Kimberley push her down off the sofa, Paige had no sexual interest in women at all and yet the thought of Kimberley's broken wrist...of Kimberley sliding her red cast and broken thumb almost totally inside her vagina, against her clitoris, suddenly overwhelmed her, she groaned and came swiftly, soaking her panties.

How much I wanted to read Paige's dirty mind at that moment and possibly twist her ankle even more.

Part 3 to come

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I awoke, confused. The first thing I saw was Paige on the bed across the room. She was blindfolded and her ankles and wrists were cuffed to the bed with pink handcuffs. I had such a headache and I couldn't remember anything from last night. The blindfold was also pink...WTF, I hate pink.

The last thing I could remember at the moment was having a glass of red wine with my wife after work in our own house. Flashes came in my head like an explosion of images.

First one I was in my scrubs at the hospital treating a car accident patient, multiple fractures.

The second one Paige was wearing an expensive skirt, blouse and heels combination.

The third one, I was kissing and licking her long legs.

I stood and walked to Paige on the bed, I was apprehensive about what I was seeing, her right foot was shoeless and that was strange but the reason why it was shoeless wasn't strange at all, I could see the swelling at the ankle, possibly sprained or at the very least bruised.

The fourth flash came in while staring at my wife and it was the scary one. I was holding on to her small foot, bending her foot/ankle sideways while licking it. I was a doctor with too many fetishes, did I blacked out before or after acting on one of my fetishes?

I couldn't remember what I did to her.

She began to move and moan quietly...

I took off her left high heel by the heel...

I wanted to remember what I might have done before she was totally awake and I needed to treat her ankle. Without knowing... I knew where the key was for the cuffs, how could I? I untied her wrists first, looked at her long red nails that not long ago were rubbing me all over while I caressed her perfect perky little breasts. Then I stared at my beautiful wife in her sexy Louis Vuitton chic crazy expensive skirt that made her long legs look even longer. Her legs had never looked better, tanned and shapely.

I untied her ankles but kept the legs slightly apart...

Soon she was awake and staring at me with her inquisitive look

"Did you do it?" She asked, staring at her right ankle, swelling under her black pantyhose.

"I'm not sure what you are talking about," I said, trying so hard to remember.

"Forget it..." She said sliding her long legs off the bed in a gracious movement but she stood too quickly. One, two footsteps towards me and her ankle gave up and she fell to the floor.

"OMG please tell me you didn't break my ankle" She moaned, holding on to her ankle on the floor staring at me. I leaned down and felt very uncomfortable as I helped her stand on her left foot. She leaned against me and hopped to the bed not putting any weight on her right foot and ankle.

"Let me look at your ankle Paige" I said, still wondering if I was responsible for this and what exactly was THIS.

Without her high heels, sexy shoes, panties or leggings, she always felt peculiarly vulnerable; while I leaned down to hold her injured limb she made a vain effort to protect it by crossing the one over the over. Something or someone inside me smiled at that futile action since if I sprained or broke her right ankle what could stop me from doing it again to her other ankle

What was I thinking? I didn't break my wifes ankle even though it was clear to me that it was at the very least a bad sprain, grade 3 possibly torn ligaments. Eventually, after another long examination of her injured ankle, I said

"I'm pretty sure it's not a broken ankle but definitely sprained."

In any other situation Paige could have accused me of breaking it since she knew how much I loved to see her in various cast and using crutches but...since it was possibly just a sprain, a bad one but nevertheless no fracture and It seems that it was what she asked for, during that period of time that was blank in my mind, she was ok with her situation.

We have a very peculiar marriage. I met Paige at the hospital 2 years ago when she broke her tibia. I, I was her doctor but I don't want to bore you with the details. I will only say that there are a lot more couples involved in some kind of pain and pleasure relationship that you would guess.

The "examination" was over and I helped Paige to our playroom beside my office. After rather uncomfortable moments being unsure if it was broken or not, I was pleasantly surprised that she accepted my verdict without any X Rays or scan.

It was always a delight to treat her small and delicate foot, ankle or sexy legs. Cast, brace, boot or various combinations. She insisted that I remove her pantyhose before bracing and wrapping her ankle and I did. I had difficulty keeping my erection in check, sliding the pantyhose of her legs, along her bad ankle, hearing her moaning quietly. I kept my eyes on the beautiful bluish swelling, ankle and foot.

She took me back from my fantasy world "You think I can walk on it once it's wrapped" She asked

"No Paige, no way, crutches for awhile, non weight bearing baby"

"You keep staring at it, do you recall now twisting it? Were you going to break it?" She asked with a strange look.

"Oh god no, I'm so sorry, I would never break anything, you know that?"

"Humm primum non nocere (first, do no harm) " She said, sliding her good foot between my legs. Rubbing, teasing.

"It's just so unusual. I can't recall anything, did you fall?"

"No!" Paige said, moaning.

"Don't worry. I will get the air cast, wrap it and get your crutches. You'll be fine."

After placing the air cast on her sprained ankle, I methodically wrapped it with three rolls of ace bandages, leaving her toes fully exposed. The question remained: how did she sprained her ankle?

Part 2 to come

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Multiple personalities

 This is the story of Paige a professional and sexy woman tangled between her husband, her female lover and the world of sexual fetish while trying to keep her job.