Saturday, June 24, 2023
The Secret Society part 6
The stunning woman I saw in the store with a broken arm was standing in front of me with no cast at all. Her arm was just fine. She was in a beautiful black dress with the other 2 younger women in their white dress. They had removed my arm cast for the presentation.
"Will you accept the honour of joining The Secret Society and keeping its activities confidential?"
"I do!" I whispered, lying.
"By wearing this ring on your right hand, you commit to representing your love for The Secret Society and respect all our members."
She slipped the ring on my finger and all the secret members walked into the main room. I saw Karla on her crutches and others I wouldn't have never guessed would be part of this.
We then left The Secret Society hall with Karla crutches supporting her weight. She was very careful, going down the stairs since it had rained. I looked at her making her way across the yard. Every step was taken with caution, ensuring that her leg cast, remained elevated and didn't touch the ground at all. If I didn't know better I would think that her leg was broken like that man we saw earlier. That poor man. I couldn't imagine the pain he suffered. The sound of his bones breaking was still ringing in my ears.
She was walking towards the waiting limousine, a sleek black vehicle that exudes luxury. I was curious to see her navigating her way inside the car with her long and sexy cast.
The limousine's door was opened by her driver. Karla had obviously done it before, she carefully positioned herself near the open door, the confined space posed a challenge, but she slid her long cast first inside the limo. With each small movement, I could see the restriction that her fibre cast placed on her. Finally, after a few moments of struggle, she succeeded in positioning herself inside the limo and smiled at me.
I wanted to grab her cast but decided instead to take her good leg. I was caressing her knee, calf and foot.
"You were very good to get in with that long cast. Have you ever been, in a medical cast before?" I asked her.
"I knew that would pique your curiosity. Yes I broke my ankle at the beginning of my modelling career."
"So sorry to hear that Karla"
"It was my fault. I was showing off my long legs, wearing 4 inch stilettos pumps on top of it, with a short, black cocktail dress. I was talented and the photographer kept encouraging me. Taking shots after shots with his professional camera"
While Karla described herself I could clearly see her in my mind while I caressed her strong leg.
"But then Veronica, it happened. In an unexpected moment, on a flat surface. my ankle twisted unnaturally, accompanied by a sharp and gut-wrenching crack. I felt the pain surged through my leg, and I crumbled to the floor, clutching my broken ankle.
"Can I ask you a weird question?"
"Yes."
"How did you know it was broken? Could it have been just a sprain?"
"It was bent in a very unnatural angle. I was told later that my tibia was misaligned. I didn't even dare trying to stand on it. Once at the hospital it was confirmed, my ankle was broken."
"Did you need surgery?"
"No surgery but I was in excruciating pain. Dr. Harper and her nurse carefully realigned my fractured tibia, gently manipulating the bones back into their proper position."
"That must have been so painful?"
"It was but what came next was so amazing. She was amazing, she delicately placed my leg in a short leg cast. Layer by layer, her long fingers skilfully wrapped the casting material around my leg, creating a protective shell. Then the nurse fitted me with crutches."
"So no modelling for 6 to 8 weeks?" I slid my fingers higher and higher on her leg while she was slowly spreading her leg and her cast. I imagine Dr. Harper falling in love with her patient sexy broken ankle.
"I was very lucky. One of my fans on Instagram told me aboutI a very special fetish site that needed the type of services I offered. They were looking for a model in my condition. I mean sexy long legs, with one of them in a cast."
"What?" I asked, staring into her eyes.
"Enough of me, we are home, let's take some photos before they remove my cast. I will tell you all about the site another time"
On my way inside her house I started thinking about what I was going to tell the magazine tomorrow, how much I was going to share.
I took a few innocent shots at first while she stood on her crutches staring into my camera. She was so beautiful. But when she elegantly navigated her living room, balancing gracefully on her crutches, her long leg cast was adding a new dimension to her presence.
My attention went to her other leg. As she moved around, her muscles flexed and rippled with each step. Both legs were turning me on in their own ways.
I take more shots of her lower limbs, so she opens her blouse, her firm breasts is on display. It's her way of trying to regain control. She smiles, I stare and say
"When you wear those sexy recreational cast Karla, and see what we saw tonight at the Secret Society location, does that remind you how vulnerable your leg is? I mean they did break that man's ankle"
"Oh my god Veronica, you read my mind"
I didn't like what I saw in her face. Resilience? or determination? I wasn't sure but when she asked me to go to the bottom of the stairs to take a video while she goes down the stairs on her crutches, I was concerned.
She had been on crutches often and she was used to having her leg casted going down stairs. I started filming as she descended each step slowly, her crutches tapped against the wooden surface. Her movements were slow and deliberate, she was smiling, her eyes fixated on me instead of the step ahead.
4 steps from the bottom one of her crutch slipped.
"Karla be careful," I yelled but continued filming. I should have helped her.
Her body twisted awkwardly, causing her to lose balance and she tumbled forward. as she crashed down the remaining stairs, Karla's cast absorbed the brunt of the impact below the knee, with an audible cracking sound. Her long leg cast bent until her leg broke, causing an agonizing surge of pain to course through her body.
I was stunned and dazed, I looked down at her broken cast and her broken leg.
"Oh god Veronica, I think I broke my leg" She said crawling on her hands and knees, she inched towards me, towards the video camera, her useless leg sliding behind her. I zoomed in on her face first, then her broken cast and leg.
"Don't move Karla."
"911 what is your emergency?"
"My friend just felt in the stairs, I think she broke her leg, I think both her tibia and fibula are broken, please hurry"
Part 7 to come
K
Friday, June 23, 2023
The Secret Society part 5
As soon as we entered, I noticed the beauty of the main room, very large and spacious. I was trailing Karla, slightly rubbing my cast when I saw, WOW.
The beautiful Rebecca Thompson was a member of this Secret Society. Beautiful actress that was in nomination this year for 2 lead actress award for 2 separate movies. She looked lost in all the possibilities given to her with all the side rooms around the main room. An actress, Rebecca at thirty four, mother of a young girl, played all kinds of different roles, from an FBI agent to a lawyer.
She exuded an undeniable sex appeal at 5'11", all legs and a radiant smile. Often dressed all black and with her raven-black hair she grabbed the attention right away, often adding high heels, or knee boots. Tonight was totally different in the Secret Society. With every graceful movement of her wheelchair, while wearing an elegant skirt that accentuated her beauty and curves, she challenged my perception of her. Did she embrace and act on a fetish or a fantasy of hers since she definitely didn't need a wheelchair.
She wheeled towards us. I saw her instantly drawn to Karla and mesmerized by her full leg cast and crutches. I just stood aside while Karla's eyes locked with hers, their connection was obvious. Despite the bulkiness and clinking sound of her leg calipers, the sexy lady sitting in her wheelchair released some unspoken desires in me.
"Oh my what happened to you Karla?" She rolled closer in her wheelchair and touched the long leg cast.
"I broke my leg in 3 places falling down some stairs. You know my love with high heels"
Maybe looking at the very independent, successful ladies acting on some obviously deep fantasy was telling more about the Society than anything else. Challenging the boundaries of physical limitations, Isn't that the perfect definition of a fetish? To openly express one's passion and vulnerability, whether privately like a secret society or publicly, while pursuing a profound fantasy, regardless of its sexual nature.
"You seem to be regaining some strength in your legs? Karla asked Rebecca while staring at her friend's crippled legs.
"It's all because of The Secret Society. Watch me, I'm meeting a friend in room 12" She said pointing to a private room about 30 feet away from us.
Rebecca grabbed the forearm crutches attached to the back of her wheelchair. She stood on her legs trapped in sturdy callipers, clutching the crutches tightly. Each step was sexy in its own way. I wished I had my camera and yet that was too powerful.
It looks so real, like my broken arm or Karla's broken leg.
We both stared as Rebecca made her way forward leaning heavily on her crutches. Her leg braces add stability to her steps. Without the braces and crutches she would be wheelchair bound. Her legs slid along, creating a distinct and graceful motion. When she got to the private room, a tall, mid 20's boy joined her. I didn't want to stare at all but I couldn't stop. She started kissing him and he was touching her all over. He really was into this older crippled lady.
"Come, I need to show you something." Karla gracefully moved on her crutches, her broken leg floating off the ground as she headed towards room 99. We sat on a couch and Karla placed her long cast on me.
I stared at it. It started mid foot and extended all the way up to her mid-thigh. If her leg was broken it would support the healing process keeping the broken bones aligned. I rubbed with the cast portion of my hand the delicate toes that peeked out, their vibrant nail polish contrasting against the white cast.
"What are you doing?" she asked me and I ignored her.
I rubbed the cast that hugged her foot, then moved upward, to her ankle. The cast gradually got bigger as it ascended her calf, providing space for her muscled lower leg. When I got to her knee, Karla closed her eyes.
I never realized before how sexy a cast following the contour of her leg could be. I was getting close to the prize. Reaching higher, the cast extended towards Karla's thigh, the exposed part of my fingers lingered at the edge of the cast, and I loved her reaction. She moaned quietly when I rubbed the edge of my cast against her vagina. I wanted her but the back door opened.
I'm not sure how to describe this but it was like a fourth dimension. I felt a phantom pain inside my cast looking at the 40 something male laying down on the table that was just rolled in. I knew my arm wasn't broken but yet in this room I felt pain.
"Can I ask you a question Karla?"
"Yes you may."
"Who is the member of The Secret Society? The man or the 2 young women?"
"That's a question you can't ask, until you are a member" She said sitting moving her cast off my legs, putting her broken leg down without putting any weight on her cast. Her crutches were now beside her against the wall.
The man, mid 50's was on the table, on his back, spread eagle. Both wrist and feet are strapped to the table. He was also blindfolded.
The 2 young women, mid 20's were all dressed in white from head to toes. No apparent injured limbs. They removed the blindfold and slowly caressed their own body. From their breasts down between the legs and then man reacted within seconds, full erection.
Karla grabbed my long cast, and slid it down between her legs, rubbing herself with it, moaning quietly. The room transported me, with an ambiance that I had never seen before. As I observed the young women, I found myself unable to grasp the specific fantasy they were enacting.
"Don't judge what you are about to see, WE all have our own fetish and level of fantasies" Karla said.
Here was the WE again.
He was staring at the young women. They slowly opened their blouses showing off almost perfect breasts. One had short blond hair and the other long brown hair. They walked to the man and untied his left foot. The brown hair girl grabbed his knee while the blond one his foot.
The blond one tightened her grip and applied a steady, firm force on his foot. The man moaned and Karla rubbed harder. The blond woman then twisted the foot counter clockwise in a calculated rotation, his ligaments and bones resisted momentarily. She went back at it, flexing and twisting, his ligaments creaking under the strain and pressure.
I was staring, unable to move my eyes away. Karla orgasm was rocking her whole body when with an explosive crack, the ankle gave way, echoing through the private room, pain ran up the leg of the man. Yes it was a loud, reverberating snap of his tibia and fibula.
"What the fuck was this?" I said out loud.
Part 6 to come
K
The Secret Society part 4
"It was my ankle that WE broke and yes it hurt like hell to be honest"
"WE? Who's we? Did they break your ankle? That's crazy Karla."
"Stop talking," Karla said and pulled me closer. Sometimes I wonder if she was a dominatrix in her Secret Society. She grabbed my hand and pulled it between her legs. I slid one finger inside her vagina by pure reflex.
Karla was moaning, I was shaking from the excitement and my finger curled against her clitoris. Bringing her so close to orgasm, then she pulled my hand away and licked my fingers. Not just liking but sucking my fingers while her hard cast was rubbing against my leg. That simple action was driving me crazy.
Then she slid her fingers inside me. I was already so close that her invading fingers took me over the edge and my orgasm rocked my whole body. Why she stopped me from bringing her over the edge I didn't know. One thing I knew for sure, was that I needed to know more about this lady.
"I want to join Karla, the Secret Society."
I was so excited by this older woman. She was so complicated, attractive and sexy. She delayed her answer, teasing me even more.
"OK Veronica but you will need to go through the secret initiation and again you have to promise that you will never share anything you see, hear and feel within the society."
I closed my eyes and let her play with me, I was becoming her new toy.
Every day, I eagerly awaited an invitation to the Secret Society. After two weeks of anticipation, I finally received an email confirming my selection and providing the details: I would be picked up on Sunday, July 7, at 8 PM. Along with the message came a stunning gift from Karla for the initiation. A small black cocktail dress, 4-inch open-toed red stiletto heels, a push-up bra, and matching panties.
A stretched limo arrived on schedule at my building. I descended the stairs cautiously, as I wasn't accustomed to wearing high heels. As I stepped outside, I noticed the driver, smiling and appreciating my improved appearance. I returned the smile.
I saw in his hand a stylish scarf that came from Karla's store.
"Sorry Veronica but until you are a member, I need to blindfolded you for the ride."
"I understand it's OK"
He came behind me and blindfolded my eyes and gave me a cane, like if I was blind. What a strange start, I was so excited while I used the cane to help me to the limo and then into the stretched limo.
Karla assisted me in the right seat. Oddly, I crossed my legs at the ankles. I recall learning about neuroplasticity a while back, which explains how the brain can adapt if you lose your sight. I sensed this adaptation in action as I could vividly smell Karla's delightful perfume and when her leg brushed against mine, I immediately recognized the presence of a cast on her leg.
My panties were wet in seconds.
"Just relax Veronica," She said, rubbing my leg with her cast and they started working on my arm. I wasn't expecting that at all.
To my surprise the nurse wrapped a soft padding around my right arm, followed by stockinette over the padding. She carefully wrapped the wet cast material around my arm. I was able to feel the coolness and dampness of the material against my skin. I squeezed my legs even more.
The wet material setting brought a pleasant warmth, while my arm gradually tightened and felt pressured as the cast hardened. It was quite an experience to have limited mobility and a stiff elbow. Adapting to the sensation of my entire arm being enclosed in a firm pink cast may take a while. Once in a sling, my cast sat right under my breasts. My nipples were rock solid.
"How does it feel?" Karla asked me, while her fingers squeezed my fingers at the end of the cast and slowly rubbed my long arm cast.
"It's amazing in a way. It feels helpless and in a way beautiful"
I had so many questions but without knowing how long the drive was, or even how long I had been in this limo, the questions would have to wait. I heard a garage door open and the limo went in slowly. Karla removed my blindfold and I saw my long arm cast and her long leg cast. This was obviously part of the Secret Society.
"Can you get my crutches Veronica?" She asked me, smiling.
I looked around the long limo and found the crutches. with my good hand, I grabbed them and gave them to Karla.
While she positioned her crutches under her arm it gave me time to check her cast. It was wrapped snugly around her long leg like it really needed protection after breaking bones. The full leg cast traced the contours of her million dollar limb with precision. Her foot disappeared into the cast leaving only her poor toes exposed, then it followed her calf, ankle, knee and thigh. The majority of it was very smooth, except for a few rough edges.
It was white and told everybody that she was possibly injured and temporarily vulnerable. It clearly followed all the curves and shapes of her leg and restricted her mobility.
Though her movements were restricted, this sexy business woman knew how to play the game. She was showing elegance as she manoeuvred gracefully on her crutches. I looked pretty good in my cocktail dress but Karla in her tailored business attire was something else, in a class of her own.
With every step, she showed more and more confidence, her movements seemingly unhindered by the weight of being casted and on crutches.
"What are you staring at?" She caught me staring and licking my lips.
"I'm looking at you and how you are going to make it up all those stairs," I noticed that I had my left hand on top of my cast, as if it was protecting my broken arm.
Going up those stairs would have been a major problem for me but not Karla. She approached them with determination and grace. Her crutches found their rhythm, she carefully calculated every movement, every step up.
Once up the stairs I walked with Karla, my cast in its sling, towards the main entrance of the secret location. As soon as we entered, I noticed...
What did I notice you asked? You will have to read part 5.
Part 5
The Secret Society part 3
After a good shower that I really needed, I took a zoom call with the magazine to update them. That call didn't go as planned, the owner was on the call and he was very pushy. He wanted the result now. He wanted to know more about the secret society. The editor asked me questions about last night. I wasn't sure how much to share at the moment.
Over the next few weeks I met a lot of Karla's friends, business contacts and others. She introduced me but I didn't get to spend much time with her. She was so natural at leading people, a great hostess that could charm anybody. One of her best friends was sporting a full arm cast on her left arm while wearing one of Karla's sexy dresses.
I noticed a few times that Karla did sneak and rubbed her friend's broken arm and squeezed her exposed fingers for encouragement. She was a great friend. I chatted with the lady and she explained that she broke her arm at the gym. Just a bad fall. I felt sorry for the woman, since she was a mother of 2 young children. I'm sure her broken arm made it very difficult.
I began to think that maybe there was no secret society. She was a serious business woman. We were between 2 photo shoots today and she was relaxed and maybe it was time to ask the question.
"Can I ask you a personal question Karla?"
"Sure I'm an open book, I'm very public in all I do" At the same time I was thinking of the photos I took. I was thinking of her sprained ankle that miraculously healed while so damn sexy even on crutches.
"Thank you Karla," I said but she walked to me on those ankle breakers, stilettos heels. She traced my arm with one long finger. It reminded me of her friend's broken arm in that long cast the other day.
She then kissed my cheek and walked back to her desk.
"There are rumours that you belong to a secret society. A group that you have created, any truth to this?"
"I need to respect the anonymity of the members, do you accept Veronica?"
Before I answered I was reminded by the left side of my brain that I was there to expose that society. She had clearly implied that the society did exist without giving me any details. I was staring at her when she crossed her long legs, god I wished I was tall like her.
"How about you come to my place tonight and I will tell you all about it?"
"Sure."
"Bring your camera, we will play a little bit at the same time."
5 hours later I walked into a dream walk-in closet. Karla started pulling dresses, business suits and outfits of all kinds and colours. Then it was shoes and boots, from 2 inch heels to 5 inch stilettos and everything in between.
Karla put on a lovely summer dress. It was tight showing off Karla's breasts and her cute ass. No bra or panties made her look even sexier. I began to shoot her from her profile.
She was getting closer and closer to me until she cupped my neck in her hand, pulled me in, and kissed me. I returned the kiss and hugged the beautiful woman.
Noticing the crutches in the corner of the room reminded me what I was there for.
"What is the Secret Society all about?" Karla was changing into a skirt and blouse when she started with details. It gave me a chance to regain control after that wonderful kiss and hug.
She described It like a group, a place where women of all ages, from 18 to 76 at the moment can feel safe acting on all and any fantasies of their own. No chance of getting caught and literally no sexual or physical boundaries.
"You have to earn it to become a member." What did she mean by that? Now I was very curious.
"You mean like an initiation? a test?" I took a few shots making sure that her crutches were in the background. Not sure why.
"Kinda. The most important part is that whatever happens in the Secret Society stays private. Nobody could ever tell anyone about it. Can I trust you Veronica?"
"Yes you can trust me"
I needed to know all about it.
Then Karla sat on the bed, crossed her legs, staring at me. She bent down and grabbed a leg cast that was split in 2 parts. Like if she was putting on sexy pantyhose, she slowly slid her lower leg in one part of the cast, and then trapped her leg with the other part. The cast fitted her leg to perfection since it was hers. The cast snapped into place with tiny micro magnets, all along the edges of the short leg cast. You couldn't tell that it was a 2 part cast.
"How long ago did you break your leg?" I asked my sexy boss. Her cast was dark blue of course matching her skirt.
"Can you give me my crutches please? Pointing to the crutches in the corner of the orange room.
Everything was so calculated when she stood on her good foot staring at me, positioning her crutches under her arms. I could not take my eyes off her exposed toes, cast and her crutches. Karla knew it, she had my full attention.
She took a few steps around her room. I had never seen anything like it. I don't mean a woman on crutches but a woman that keeps her old leg cast and uses it like a sexy accessory, when talking about a Secret Society.
She lifted her cast and put it on my lap. The heavy cast applied pressure between my legs. I reached out and touched it. I caressed her toes and slid my fingers all along the cast, from the foot to her knee where the cast ended 1 inch below.
"Did it hurt to break your leg? I've never broken any bones" I said, opening my legs slightly, the cast sinking in between my legs, pushing against my vagina.
"It was my ankle that WE broke and yes it hurt like hell to be honest"
"WE? Who's we? Did they break your ankle? That's crazy Karla."
Part 4 to come
K
The Secret Society part 2
As I arrived at the location, I found myself alone, surprised to discover that the door was unlocked, which struck me as peculiar. Dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, I was prepared for a productive session of work. Suddenly, I caught an unfamiliar sound emanating from the storage room situated at the back of the store, its source echoing against the cement floor.
Swiftly, I retrieved my camera, intending to document every aspect of this peculiar evening solely through the lens. I captured a series of photographs, focusing on the empty metal frames and the unsettling presence of mannequins with missing limbs or severed heads scattered throughout the premises.
There it was again, that strange noise, a mix of sounds that I couldn't identify. And then, I spotted Karla emerging from behind a display. Shockingly, she was using crutches. My heart raced as questions flooded my mind. Did she have a fall?
I quickly aimed my camera, zooming in on her legs. One strappy heel adorned her left foot, while her right foot and lower leg were encased in a protective plastic brace. I focused on her ankle, contemplating if it was sprained.
Carefully, she ventured deeper into the dimly lit warehouse. Adjusting my camera settings, I trailed behind her, manoeuvring around scattered debris. She relied on her red crutches, perfectly matching her hair, undoubtedly customized. This wasn't her first time using them; her injured limb seemed to effortlessly float.
From the mess in the storage room, which was so opposite to Karla, I could see her aiming for a glass table in the corner. Her driver was waiting. A sleek modern all glass desk, about 4 feet in height, with 2 round hooks on the top.
Karla walked around the desk on her crutches, I finally noticed that the 2 top buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned, exposing to my camera part of her perfect round breasts. Karla then leaned over the table and smiled at me. I could see through the glass desk her right knee bent, and her sprained ankle off the floor, no weight at all on it. God, was she in pain?
Then her large breasts rested against the table, she spread her arms and dropped her crutches to the floor. I continued taking photos, this was all so erotic in a very strange way.
Through my camera, like a voyeur, I saw her lace push up bra and part of her nipples.
She smiled directly at me. It was like she knew. I felt a shiver go down my body and my vagina was getting wet. Her left leg was shaking, possibly getting tired of taking her full weight, and yet she didn't move.
I took photos of her legs, her partly exposed breasts and lips. Back to her injured ankle, I couldn't see the swelling because of the brace and bandages.
She wasn't done with the surprises. She slid her hands inside the hooks and her driver snapped the metal brace down locking her arm in place with a loud metal to metal noise. She was trapped, tied down. It was like a BDSM scene.
He came behind her, kissing her neck while moving up her dress along her long legs. She wasn't wearing any pantyhose, stockings or even panties. Through the glass table I could tell she was shaven.
In one swift movement he grabbed her injured foot and ankle and pulled it up between her and him. His penis was rubbing her wrapped ankle. Karla closed her eyes, through my camera I could see her wet lips tremble. Was he twisting her sprained ankle?
He positioned himself and thrusted inside of her. She moaned, tied and injured, unable to move. He was pushing in and out so fast.
I hoped that she didn't notice how turned on I was.
He untied her and gave her back her crutches. She came to me and kissed my cheek and said,
"Did you get all this?" before sitting down on a chair close to me.
"I did but I'm not sure what all this was Karla".
"How did you hurt your ankle?"
She adjusted in her seat, crossed her legs, and began unwrapping the bandages and removing the small plastic brace from her lower leg. Despite my attempt to avert my gaze, I couldn't help but watch as she massaged and delicately rotated her right ankle. As she uncrossed her legs, I caught a glimpse of more than I desired.
"I didn't, my ankle is fine" She stood, grabbed her crutches and left with her driver leaving me looking at both of them.
Once at home, I laid on my bed looking at Karla's photos. I was trying to figure out what that was all about. The first 5 showed her walking in the warehouse looking injured on her crutches. I undressed completely before watching the rest of the photos.I had the photos on my laptop, in a loop with a 3 seconds interval.
She was so beautiful, I had my hand on my breasts, teasing my hard nipples. When her driver came behind her, I slid one hand against my vagina, rubbing and stroking. In no time I was aroused and wet.I slid 2 fingers inside me, in and out faster. When he thrusted deep inside her, I rubbed my clitoris so hard.
I couldn't remember the last time I was so aroused, I tried not to have an orgasm right away. When Karla unwrapped her ankle on photo 47, I tried to understand but I couldn't stop my orgasm anymore. My body shook. I imagined what I would do to her, to her ankle, to her sexy body.
When I woke up the next morning the photos were still in the loop and I was totally naked on my bed. As promised I prepared the file with all the photos and placed them on a private shared drive on the cloud, for her and only her to see.
Part 3 to come
K
Thursday, June 22, 2023
The Secret Society part 1
Hi, I'm Veronica, and it's been three months since I graduated from journalism school. I had high hopes of securing a full-time job by now, but reality hit me hard. Although I didn't mind capturing scenic landscapes and animals through my lens, I craved something more.
Throughout college, I daydreamed about becoming a photojournalist, covering global hotspots and making a difference. However, the actuality I faced was far from those dreams.
Currently, I spend hours glued to my computer screen, immersing myself in captivating photographs from various conflicts around the world. Through the lenses of those courageous photographers, I see the world and envision myself, a petite redhead standing at 5 feet 5 inches with long red hair tied back in a ponytail, racing around to capture that one photo capable of altering the course of the war I'm covering.
But instead of changing the outcome of a war, my current assignment involves influencing the fate of the most powerful woman in my state, Karla Stewart.
On June 24, I met with a magazine that introduced me to Karla Stewart.
"Do you know her?" they asked.
"I only know her by name. We've never met," I replied.
"Our goal is for you to become her official photographer and then infiltrate her company and organisation. We want to uncover the secrets of that enigmatic society."
"If you succeed and provide us with compelling material for a front-page story, I'm willing to offer you a permanent job at our magazine."
I looked at him, contemplating the opportunity. "That sounds great. But what do you think this secret society is all about?"
"I'd rather not speculate. We want you to go in with fresh eyes, making it harder for them to detect your presence as an intruder."
"That makes sense. But why me? You never told me why your esteemed magazine chose me."
"To be honest, Karla has three preferences:
1-She adores young women.
2-She has a thing for cute, short, redheads.
3-She loves being photographed, especially in her new clothes and at secret society events."
"So, I fit her taste and requirements."
"Yes, Veronica, you certainly do."
"Great. When do I start?"
We shook hands, the old-fashioned way, something people rarely do nowadays.
"Just one last thing. Don't underestimate Karla and her clients. They're extremely wealthy, and 95% of them are women who want to indulge in their darkest fantasies, some legal and some very illegal."
"Don't worry, I won't become one of their playthings."
"We've arranged a meeting for you on Monday. It's a fortunate timing since her photographer had a minor accident and won't be able to fulfill her duties. The poor lady broke her leg in a skydiving mishap."
I must admit, when I saw Karla in person for the first time, I was left speechless.
No photograph could do her justice. The extra 10 to 15 pounds she had gained since her modelling years only enhanced her physical perfection. She was undeniably attractive.
Our meeting took place at her flagship store on Rodeo Drive. As I entered, she was engrossed in conversation with another woman, giving me a chance to observe her closely. Standing tall at around 5'10", she possessed long blonde hair that cascaded freely, a captivating smile, and a cute petite nose.
She was tall and slender, with firm and shapely breasts, possibly augmented. Her classy attire displayed just the right amount of cleavage. What had earned her millions over the years were her long, well-toned legs that remained in perfect shape.
I apologize for the detailed physical description. Some men who read my stories claim that no woman would describe another woman in such a way. I don't see women as mere objects; I admire them, and sometimes I'm physically attracted to them. As a photographer, it's crucial for me to understand the strengths and weaknesses of my subjects.
Karla Stewart had no apparent weaknesses. I needed to dig deeper.
She introduced herself, but it took me a moment or two to register her words. I was a bit starstruck. For one of the very few times in my life, I wished I had dressed better for this encounter. I was wearing a skirt, blouse, and modest 2-inch heels, nothing revealing that would showcase my small, perky breasts.
I was no model, just a photographer.
"It's too late to change anything now," I thought to myself as I strolled through the exquisite store with Karla. She didn't waste time on unnecessary words, but her smile compensated for it.
One could tell she was a busy woman, always ready to move on to the next thing, yet her smile conveyed a sense of importance she attributed to our meeting. I felt it.
Two women entered the store and went straight to Karla. She excused herself and engaged in a conversation with them. I discreetly distanced myself but kept a watchful eye on the trio. Although Karla didn't require my assistance, I was intensely curious about the argument unfolding between her and the duo.
A few minutes later, she closed the store, and together we walked towards the parking lot. It was then that I received my first work-related request.
"I have a friend coming to the store tomorrow after hours, and I would like some casual photos. Are you up for it?"
"Yes, Karla, it would be my pleasure. What time should I be here?"
"How about 10 p.m.? It will be just the three of us."
"I'll be here."
Her private driver arrived to pick her up, and she bid me goodnight. I caught a quick glimpse of the driver, a man in his mid-twenties. I chuckled at the thought of Karla robbing the cradle with this young man.
Later that evening, as I reflected on the upcoming assignment, I realized I needed to pay close attention to Karla's actions and words around the office. Was the driver her boyfriend, a casual fling, or merely a coworker? Was she meeting someone from that secret society?
Part 2 to come.
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The Secret Society prologue
Hello I'm Veronica Wright and this is my life story.
Well not quite. I just graduated from journalism with a specialty in photojournalism. After graduation and sending close to 100 resumes with no success the reality hit me in the face.
I needed to work. I really needed money.
When a famous magazine approached me to do an undercover photojournalism piece, in a secret society involving one of the most powerful women in my state.
I said yes right away.
She was a multi level woman. Business woman, owner of a chain of high end expensive women clothing stores and possibly the leader of the secret society. Karla was so gorgeous, with secrets.
This is more her life story then mine, even if I became very involved.
Enjoy
Veronica
Part 1 to come
The influencer conclusion
Emma POV
When he woke up he looked all around, unable to move for different reasons.
"Where is my wife?"
"She's gone to your place, packing, she's leaving you Jeff"
"You crazy bitch what did you do to me?"
I smiled, sitting on the floor, cast and leg spread. He was staring at me. One of my fantasies was to masturbate while my stalker was tied up. Not really, I just made that up.
With the help of nurse Sindy, I had Jeff's two legs casted while he was unconscious. Then Daniel tied his wrist to the headrest of my bed. What a sight, he was totally naked except for wearing two full leg cast spread eagles.
"Did you break both my legs?"
I shuddered while my fingers moved from my breasts down to rub my vagina.
"No just recreational casts"
My fingers slid inside me, moving quickly. I stared at his penis, at his leg casts while my body shook with pleasure. He was staring at me, enjoying the sounds I was making while my orgasm rocked my body..
"Emma, untie me."
"No." "You like to watch me don't you Jeff?"
I grabbed my crutches and made my way to the bed, dropped them and hopped on the bed beside him. I leaned over him, over his hard penis, in total control I licked him. My tongue and lips are teasing it. My cast was beside his face, he licked my toes.
I then stood and hopped to the end of the bed. With his hard cast between my legs I slid up along towards his penis again. He was shaking with excitement when my vagina was over his penis, barely sliding inside me. I was teasing him with my wetness all over his penis when I pulled up and off it.
"You want me don't you?"
"Yes"
"Why did you hurt me Jeff? Why did you step on my arm and ankle?" I was rubbing myself, inches from his erected penis, leaning above him again. He was throbbing trying to lift his hips higher but he couldn't reach my wet vagina.
He didn't answer. He was staring, not exactly sure what was coming next.
"Let's do it" I said and nurse Sindy, my good friend, came in the room with a wheelchair. We untied Jeff and she helped him into the wheelchair. Zipped tied both his hands to the chair. Both his long casts were on the leg rest. He was speechless and maybe a bit concerned.
"Here is what's going to happen next. Nurse Sindy will remove your leg casts while I get changed. I want to look good for the final event of the day. Before you leave us I mean. I think you learned
your lesson for now. Do you agree Jeff?"
"Yes, I won't bother you anymore"
When I came back, I looked totally different. Maybe a new persona with brand new clothes, nothing too good for my stalker.
Yeah right.
He looked at me on my crutches, following my every step. I was wearing a mid thigh black leather skirt, showing my muscular leg and my long cast. Black stockings covered both, it's rare I wear anything over my broken leg but this persona demanded it. A black pointed toe, 5 inch stiletto knee high boot looked amazing on my leg. My hair was in a ponytail and the outfit was completed with a very tight fitting white blouse and no bra. My nipples were fully erected.
He was looking at my firm ass inside the skirt when I twirled to show him.
"You like what you see Jeff?"
"You look like a slut."
"You really shouldn't have said that."
I made my way behind the wheelchair, dropped my crutches to the floor and pushed the chair outside the room towards the staircase. I was hopping and using the chair for support. When we got to the edge of the stairs he looked back at me.
"What are you doing?"
"Me? Nothing but you, I have plans for you Jeff."
"The next time we meet, I will kill you little influencer."
I pulled out a small knife and untied his hands from the wheelchair. In one swift motion I pushed him down the stairs. At first he tried to move his legs but having been in the casts all day, no luck with the legs. His left hand went for the railing but missed it, impacting hard against the steps, but he didn't slide down.
I hopped back, grabbed my crutches and came back closer to the edge. My cast inches from his face.
"Down you go Jeff"
I poked him with my left crutch and then everything happened so fast. Yes he was falling but at the same time, by pure reflex, he grabbed my cast, my broken leg. Wrapping around it he pulled me down the long staircase with him.
On the way down my left arm was caught in the railing and snapped. It was broken just above my wrist but the worse was to come. The impact of both our bodies, me on top of him, with the hard floor was a lot worse for him. We heard a loud cracking sound in his back.
He let go of my cast but didn't move, he didn't even try to escape.
"I broke my arm and my cast is broken." I said looking at him.
My broken arm was against my breasts and with the other I was trying to realign the 2 parts of my long leg cast. It was impossible with only one arm.
"I can't feel my legs" He said, "I think I broke my back".
I looked at him, then with one hand I managed to crawl to the living room, to my phone. I knew my arm was broken and my leg was re-broken the way my cast had snapped in 2 parts. Both my skirt and blouse were ripped, and I had banged my face on the way down. I was bleeding above my right eye, a bad cut.
"Call for help, I'm paralyzed from the hip down you bitch" He yelled at me.
"911 what is your emergency?"
"I was attached in my house, he beat me up, pushed me down the stairs but we both felt down"
"Are you OK, miss? Help is on the way."
"No I'm not, He broke my arm and I think I re-broke my leg during the fall."
"OK it won't be long, police and EMT a few minutes away. Has the intruder left the house?"
"No, he is still here."
"Is he injured?"
That was the question, was he injured, yes. Did he deserve to be punished? Yes.
"He has, a sore back I think"
The end
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The influencer part 10
Stalker POV
I imagined my hands all over her and right away my penis reacted. I put away the camera, photos weren't going to be enough. I think she noticed that somebody or something was watching her.
Emma POV
I paused and stood on my crutches looking over the fence, into the trees. He was back, I could feel it. I turned and slowly made my way back into the house. I climbed the step to our bedroom and stood at the corner of our large bay window facing the backyard.
I squeezed my crutches when I saw him. I was ready and went back down the stairs, into the kitchen and prepared the glasses of wine. The backdoor wasn't looked, so he walked in quietly like a cat burglar. There he was stepping into my living room.
"You know Mr stalker that I could shoot you on the spot for invasion or trespassing right?"
I suddenly walked into his field of vision. I was wearing a lovely summer dress, Nike on my good foot, ¾ of my cast visible under my dress while standing on my crutches.
"OK Emma you got me, where do we go from here?"
"First, what do I call you? Male nurse? Stalker?, what's your name?"
"Call me Jeff,"
It's so strange, I wasn't mad that he was standing so tall in front of me. This had to end.
"I'm not mad Jeff. This has to end today. You see in a way you made me realise that beauty is really in the eyes of the beholder," I was moving ever so slightly and his eyes were glued to my broken leg. When he wasn't staring at my long cast, he was staring deep into my brown eyes."
"I agree with you Emma. You are a beautiful woman when you are all dressed up in heels and a beautiful cocktail dress, showing off your cleavage and legs. But to me your are stunning, I mean gorgeous in your leg cast, non weight bearing and leaning on crutches"
I could tell he wasn't lying. He was sexually turned on, with his penis fully erected in his jeans. I had to be careful. No broken bones today, at least not mine
"Are you a fetishist? Or a pervert?" I asked him
"Not at all, a stalker Maybe. I just appreciate sexy and strong woman"
"But you are married, what about your wife?" I stared in the direction of my husband's study and decided to sit on the living room couch. I lifted my broken leg and put it in full display on the coffee table. I'm sure Jeff noticed that I wasn't wearing any panties since my leg and cast were slightly spread.
"OK listen Emma, if I promise that I won't do it again are we good?"
I knew he was lying. I gently slid my left hand over my breasts while staring into his eyes. Then, my right hand slid over my cast, rubbing it ever so slightly, my nails making that sound across the rough surface of my cast. The front of his jeans was wet. Staring at my broken leg and hearing my nails, he felt a tingling sensation, like euphoria.
"I've had 8 long weeks Jeff, why should I trust you?, You don't think you need to be punished for what you did?"
"No I don't. My wife is a big fan of yours, she's a great lady. She got me into this fetish when we were both nursing students and then she quit the profession later on"
"OK, enough of all this crap, I want you out of my house. But first let's drink to peace and the stoppage of your stalking. Can you be so kind and grab the 2 glasses of wine from the kitchen please. Tough to do on crutches."
Here we were at the crossing road, the dangerous part of my plan. 50% chance of success. He came back with 2 glasses of wine.
I lifted my glass and said to Jeff,
"I sure hope I can trust you"
"Emma, I guess you will find out in the next few days or months if you made the right decision" He drank his wine like it was a beer in one shot.
"Well, to be honest, I don't trust you at all Jeff. '' I stood on my good leg and positioned the crutches under my arms. He felt the effect right away. His legs gave away and he was on the floor in seconds.
"What did you do to me?"
"You see Jeff, I don't play fair, I had both glasses spiked with Ketamine. You need to be punished for what you are doing to your lovely wife and to me."
He tried to move but couldn't feel his legs. He crawled pulling himself with his hands but quit and rolled on his back. That's when he first saw Daniel at the top of the staircase taking photos. He wasn't taking them from his sexy wife but of Jeff on the floor. He was still conscious for about a minute when we hit him with the second punch.
The door of the study opened up, his beautiful wife came out, on crutches, wearing a short leather skirt, tight fitting white blouse and 2 long metal callipers on her crippled legs. Her legs were not crippled, he knew that, what he didn't know was her fascination for crippled legs.
She was so beautiful, sexy and in control of her own forearm crutches.
She slid forward, towards her husband. The calipers were attached to 5 inch stilettos pumps and her paralysis allowed her to only slide both legs at the same time. From Jeff point of view on his back on the floor, she looked 6 feet tall.
"Oh my god"
"Sweet dreams honey"
That was the last thing he heard from his wife when he finally.
Conclusion to come
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The influencer part 9
Emma POV
"If you could only have one, who would you pick? The beautiful and sexy office worker with the broken leg or the shapely and fun cheerleader with the broken ankle?"
"I don;t know Emma both sound fantastic"
"I need to decide the direction my social media will take, you need to pick one" I smiled at Daniel.
"Why pick one when I can have both?"
"Sorry, you can only have one" I lied, anybody that knows me knows that I need to be more than one persona. I rubbed my cast slowly against him, loving to do that because I loved his reactions.
"Well then I'm sure the cheerleader on her crutches can find herself a boytoy to play with, so I take the sexy, older and mature injured woman?
I leaned down and picked up my crutches. looking at Daniel I said, "Who wants a sexy office worker with a broken leg?" I walked on them,and I saw Daniel watching me like a prey, ready to jump me.
"I do, I want all the personas, cast or not Emma. Being on crutches and in your cast just makes you look a bit vulnerable. You look even more beautiful. It's so hard to explain."
Daniel came behind me and hugged me, his arms wrapping around me. He was kissing my neck and at the same playing with my hard nipples while his penis rubbed against my ass.
"you know I could take you right here right now, and there is nothing you can do". He then slid one his hand inside my yoga pants, rubbing my vagina.
I playfully fought back, but what could I do with a broken leg? He slid one finger deep inside me, my leg almost gave up from all the sexual tension building inside me. He then grabbed me and he lifted me on the kitchen counter. He slid my panties off along my broken leg.
I wrapped my good leg around him and pulled him closer to me. I was a bit limited with my broken leg but he loved to rub my cast. He leaned over and caressed my breasts slowly, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs.
I loved being touched by him.
He put my long cast over his shoulders and leaned in to lick my vagina. I groaned in relief as he spread my lips with his thumbs and he went deep with his tongue, sending waves throughout my body.
"Oh god" I cried from pure pleasure.
I released his penis and within seconds it was so hard again. My little fingers did magic on it. He twisted my nipples and I groaned. He was so good inside me that I shook when my orgasm rocked my broken body against his tongue.
With my broken leg still on his shoulder, he was the perfect height. He pushed his erected penis into me, I leaned back against his arms, shaking.
You could see the desire in both our faces. His penis went in and out faster and faster until he exploded deep into me and we both had an orgasm in perfect unison.
The stalker POV
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair and I think you know why. I was watching Emma sitting on the kitchen counter being fucked by her husband. This is wrong but after tracking her for weeks in her wheelchair at first and now on her crutches, she became the object of my deepest desires.
Ever since I stood on her broken ankle and shattered her arm, I've felt so bad. I deserved to be punished. When I was with my wife at night, Emma was haunting me. In my mind while looking at my beautiful wife coming back from work in her stilettos and a short business dress, showing off her legs that were so desirable. I saw Emma, smiling leaning on her crutches, that cast just protecting her injured leg, inviting me.
Making love slowly to my wife, pleasing each other was replaced by me staring into Emma brown eyes while shoving her against the wall while she loses her crutches, standing on one leg. We kissed passionately, her tongue teasing my tongue.
Daniel POV
Emma was so beautifully rocked by a second orgasm. Her strong leg pulled me deeper into her, her cast on my shoulder. She then slid her cast off and stood in front of me still kissing me. She twirled on her good foot like a ballerina, keeping her broken leg off the ground and to my surprise bent over the counter. She's never asked for that before there was no confusion on what she was asking of me.
What a sight, her cast slightly bent and her tight ass. I slowly rubbed against it. With one arm around her waist so that she doesn't put any weight on her broken leg, my other arm caressed her breasts and I kissed her neck and came all over.
Emma POV
I need to be honest, ever since breaking my leg, our love making session, sex has been better and better each week. I know it's hard to explain. I got more followers on my social media channels and yes I received more messages from my stalker.
His messages had changed over the weeks. From possible hate to more fantasies in his case. The creepy stalker vibe that I felt at the hospital, when I was under the impression that possibly the nice male nurse was my stalker, was also replaced by what would I do if I met him in person
Stalker POV
What will I do when I'm face to face with Emma again?
Here I was in my car, stalking Emma and her husband. I knew from the previous weeks that she was alone, he was away for 2 days and 1 night. Watching her on my various camera feeds wasn't enough anymore. I wanted to see her up close, to feel my broken little Influencer inches from me.
I walked to their fenced property, I was right behind her backyard. I had a perfect hiding spot. Yet I was there all night and never saw her at all. What a waste of time. Suddenly I heard her first before I even saw her. The classic sound of a beautiful lady on crutches. The heel hitting the ground followed by the thump of her crutches.
I literally stopped breathing.
Wow there she was on her crutches, stunning. Two perfect legs in their own ways. Her strong body, curvy with her long brown hair way past her shoulders. No pantyhose, no heels, no makeup, just a natural beauty, barefoot and on her precious crutches.
She was wearing a summer dress, loose and yet tight in all the right places. Her big brown eyes that he noticed the first time they met, when he attacked her first. Important to say again that I didn't push her down the stairs, she felt on her own.
In a way that made her even more stunning.
At first, I was happy taking a few photos. They needed to be close ups. Her lips, her eyes, her good leg, her breasts, her cast, yes her beautiful and sexy broken leg. But very soon after looking at her long and hard cast, I was in my mind anyway, ripping her dress off.
I imagined my hands all over her and right away my penis reacted. I put away the camera. Photos weren't going to be enough.
Part 10 to come