Friday, August 18, 2023
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Wednesday, August 16, 2023
Psychiatrist part 8
As the sun cast a warm glow across my living room, standing on my good leg, I adjusted the leather skirt that clung to my hips. It was a daring choice, the skirt felt wonderful, natural to me and it was very thrilling.
My blouse, a delicate fabric with lace patterns, tightly fitted against the sexy strap on silicone breasts that Sophie had delivered to my place with a lovely brown hair wig. I stood on with my broken ankle floating off the floor and with each button I fastened, I felt a surge of excitement to see my C cup breasts take shape.
A knock on the door interrupted my contemplation and I smiled. It could only be Sophie. I grabbed my crutches and hobbled to the door. As I opened the door, Sophie stood there, beautiful, her broken leg in full display.
"Lauren, you look absolutely stunning!" Sophie said, squeezing her crutches, her eyes twinkling with genuine admiration.
"That leather skirt and black pantyhose over your red cast suits you perfectly."
I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks at her compliment and I felt that Lauren suited my female persona to perfection.
"Thank you, Sophie. And you look lovely." He leaned down and kissed her.
She wore a sexy halter neck maxi dress with ultra high side slits that left nothing to the imagination, perfect view of her strong and healthy leg and her long black cast. If you add the dangerous 4 inch Saint Laurent Cassandra patent-leather sandal she was everything except conservative, very, very sexy woman.
I observed Sophie's transformation, from a poised and conservative lawyer using her broken leg in court like a surgeon using a scalpel, to an elegant sexy woman that could use her sexual appeal like a dominatrix. And of course, there was her distinctive attribute and fetish, the non-weight bearing full leg cast.
As we prepared to head out for the evening, Sophie offered to help with my makeup. She started with light eye-shadow, matching eyeliner and black mascara. Once that was done, I put on my deep red lipstick.
"I have to admit, I'm very nervous. It's strange how something like my broken ankle can unravel so many layers of who I am. Going public on crutches, dress like I am, being Lauren tonight will be amazing"
My words lingered in the air.
Sophie's voice held a note of warning. "Are you ready for everything and nothing tonight, Connor? You know what I mean the world is not ready for Lauren, let's be honest"
I met her gaze, my heart racing with nervousness. "I believe I am, Sophie. With you by my side."
With a smile, she rose from her seat, her broken leg shifting gently as she moved.
"Let's make tonight unforgettable, Lauren."
As I dialed up an Uber, Sophie standing on crutches leaned in with anticipation.
"Connor, let's make this evening truly unforgettable. How about we try "La Belle Étoile" , the French restaurant that just opened downtown?"
The name itself seemed to hold a promise of enchantment, and I quickly agreed with a nod. I recalled reading that it was a Trans friendly restaurant for cross-dressers, transsexuals and related persuasions and their friends
"That sounds perfect, Sophie."
Our Uber arrived promptly, and as we settled into the backseat, the driver glanced at our matching casts and offered a sympathetic smile.
Navigating the entrance of "La Belle Étoile," only 2 small steps but our movements drew glances from passersby. With each carefully placed step on crutches and the swinging of my broken ankle and Sophie's broken leg, created quite a contrast to other clients.
As we crossed the threshold into the restaurant, our eyes were met with sophistication, elegance and delicate shadows across the room. The attentive maître d' led us to a beautifully set table that left plenty of space for our long leg casts.
Sophie's appreciation was evident in the way her smile deepened. The glimmer in her eyes reflected not only the beautiful and practical surroundings but also the adventure. Here I stood, fully embracing my Lauren persona, my leg in a red cast and relying on crutches for support. The reflection in the mirror showed a striking and beautiful woman that captured the essence of this unique moment.
Sophie's broken leg rested on my lap, while I positioned my broken ankle comfortably and visible. As the main course was served, our conversation deepened, the restaurant's ambience seemed to enhance our connection, creating even more intimacy.
As the evening began to wind down, we were having dessert, a delightful ending to a memorable night that I would never forget. A familiar face approached us, rolling her wheelchair gracefully. It was Sammy, my beautiful assistant. She was dressed in a chic black cocktail dress with a stylish 4-inch heel, she was so elegant.
"Hello, Dr. Miller, Sophie," Sammy greeted us warmly, her eyes staring at Sophie leg cast on my lap"
"Hello, Sammy,". Sophie also extended her greetings.
Sammy's gaze shifted from Sophie's broken leg to Dr Miller broken ankle and skirt, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Dr. Miller, you look absolutely stunning, even with the broken ankle."
"Thank you," I responded. You know that expression that the cat is out of the bag... I gently corrected Sammy, "Actually, Sammy, tonight you may call me Lauren."
Sammy's eyes widened in appreciation, a playful grin crossing her lips as she rolled closer to Lauren, her crippled foot against her boss's broken ankle.
"Lauren, of course. I must say, that skirt is beautiful. The way it complements your long legs."
I could see Sophie staring at Sammy's graceful movement in her wheelchair. Her powerful arms propelled her forward with elegance. The black cocktail dress clung to her heavy round breasts that Sophie clearly wanted to caress and lick. As Sammy wheeled herself back to her table, Sophie's gaze followed, drawn to the way Sammy's sexy high heel sat in the foot rest, her leg still showing some muscle tones. She was leaving a lasting impression on Sophie's mind.
As we arrived at my doorstep leaning on our crutches, I turned to Sophie, a soft smile playing on my lips. "How about we cap off this wonderful night with a nightcap? I have a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon waiting at my place. What do you say?"
A delighted smile curved her lips, her eyes reflecting a shared enthusiasm. "That sounds absolutely lovely, Lauren."
I gracefully lowered myself onto the couch, trying to find a comfortable position with my broken ankle. At the same time there stood Sophie on her crutches smiling, staring at my cast and leg, she looked like the devil planning something sensual.
My eyes remained fixed on Sophie as she gracefully made her way towards the doorway leading to my fetish room. The soft illumination played upon her feminine shapes. I was captivated by the way her crutches provided support and the movement of her hips.
As Sophie disappeared into the room, the anticipation in the air was palpable. My mind raced with curiosity. I continued to stare at the doorway, my heart quickening as I wondered what she might be retrieving and what her plans were.
Then, Sophie emerged from the room...
OMG was all I could say and stare.
Part 9 to come
K
Tuesday, August 15, 2023
Monday, August 14, 2023
Psychiatrist part 7
The crisp morning air greeted me, I felt the cold air on my toes, even if I was wearing a black sock over the foot portion of my cast, as I made my way towards the beautiful and impressive court building, my heart pounding with excitement and nerves.
Today was a special day. I had decided to surprise Sophie by showing up at her workplace, watching her in action in court as the powerful attorney she was, gracefully navigating the courtroom on her crutches and I was pretty sure exposing her sexy strong leg and her black cast.
Entering the courthouse, the distinct click of my crutches reverberated across the floor, drawing attention I didn't want. The shape of my full leg cast obvious under my pants, a slick reminder of a vulnerability that I loved. They were staring at the tall man on crutches with an obvious broken leg.
I couldn't help but wish I was ready to go in public dressed up, even though that wasn't the case at the moment. A few more steps on my crutches, the bottom of my cast slightly above the floor while I pictured myself in a knee-length leather skirt, black pantyhose and a soft blouse. My one foot in an elegant high heel pump that accentuated the arch of my foot, completing a look that I wanted to share someday.
I admired Sophie for the way she carried herself with poise and confidence, despite the challenges of her broken leg, she was truly inspiring. You had to understand that even if she had this cast fetish, her leg was really broken. To see her in her workspace, exchanging with the jury, would make me fall even more under her spell.
Finding a spot in the back of the courtroom, I discreetly observed Sophie as she prepared for the morning session with her co-counselor. She looked stunning, dressed in a tailored business skirt that made it easy for her long leg cast. Her curly hair was up in a bun while she gracefully leaned on her crutches, with a low heel on her good foot.
To my surprise, Sophie wasn't wearing pantyhose as I had expected, but instead, her leg cast was fully exposed and on display and I loved that. A pair of Gucci fishnet stockings on her uninjured leg, adding a touch of sensuality to her serious appearance. The pattern of the fishnets emphasized the graceful curves of her long leg.
What caught my attention even more was the cute black fishnet sock she had chosen to cover her toes and a portion of her cast. As my gaze lingered, I couldn't help but imagine the outline of her cute toes comfortable in the sock. The contrast between the delicate stocking and the long and heavy cast accentuated her femininity .
I couldn't take my eyes off her and I wasn't the only one.
"Order in the court," the judge's voice boomed, his gavel striking against the wooden surface. The room hushed into a tense silence, all eyes turning toward the bench.
I watched as Sophie meticulously took notes, her crutches leaning against her chair, her eyes sharp and analytical. When the time came for the defense's opening statement, Sophie rose to her foot and positioned her crutches with an air of purpose. She was leaning on her hands with her back straight, all her weight onto her left leg.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, today we gather to seek justice for a man wrongfully accused." Her gaze swept across the jurors, connecting with each one.
She took a few steps forward towards the jury, her full cast that extended from her thigh down to her toes, led the way while she was supported by her crutches. With the courtroom's gaze fixed upon her, it was Sophie's injured leg against the backdrop of the polished floor.
I knew she was very fluid on her crutches but her strides were nothing short of graceful. They became an extension of her arms, like Sammy's wheelchair was to her crippled legs. Both ladies were in total control, and the choice of her business skirt that gently swayed with each step, showing a bit more of her broken leg increased the scene.
"My client is innocent of the heinous crime he stands accused of. We will prove beyond a shadow of doubt that the evidence against him is circumstantial at best."
As she continued her opening statement, her gaze occasionally met mine, our eyes locked once. She knew I was watching her legal prowess but also everything else she was offering, grace, intelligence, beauty and total sensuality, she was so sexy in her full leg cast and crutches.
As Sophie concluded her opening statement, the courtroom buzzed with energy. She gracefully pivoted on her crutches, her movements elegant, as she made her way back to her counsel table. Her gaze met mine briefly.
Sitting down, Sophie skilfully positioned her crutches for support while she smoothly lowered herself into the chair, her long leg cast extended out in front of her under the table. She was even wiggling her toes. The way she transferred from her crutches to the chair reminded me of Sammy, transferring from her car to her wheelchair.
During the recess, I grabbed my crutches and discreetly made my way towards Sophie's table, waiting for her to notice me. When her eyes finally met mine, a look of delight crossed her face.
"I wanted to see you in action, doing what you do best and let me tell you something...WOW,"
She blushed and smiled. "Thank you, I'm glad you came."
"Do you have time for a coffee?"
Navigating the bustling corridor with our crutches, what a couple we made with our leg casts. We entered the "legal brew" and found a small corner table. I carefully settled into my seat, making sure to accommodate my cast, while Sophie positioned herself opposite me. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as we took a moment to relax.
As we sat there, Sophie let out a soft sigh, "My broken leg is killing me today," she confessed, her eyes briefly closing.
Instinctively, I reached out and gently took hold of her broken leg, carefully lifting it and resting it on my lap, against my own cast. While her hard cast applied pressure on my penis, I removed her cute little black sock, revealing her toes. I began to rub her toes and that seemed to ease her discomfort or at the very least distract her.
"Is this better?" I asked.
"Much better, thank you."
Sophie's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, noticing the effect her cast had on my penis as she leaned forward slightly.
"You know, Connor, I've been thinking about tonight. How about we do something a little different, more daring?"
"What do you have in mind?"
She took a sip of her coffee before continuing. "Well, since we've been exploring desires and fetishes I want to see you cross-dress when we go out. Embrace your femininity just like you encourage me to embrace my desires."
I was taken aback, a mixture of emotions, surprise, nervousness, and excitement.
"Think about it. It could be a liberating experience"
"I'll take care of everything. We'll start with makeup, a touch of foundation, a hint of blush to accentuate your cheeks, some well-placed eyeshadow to make your beautiful eyes pop, and a fabulous wig that suits you."
A mental image formed in my mind. Sophie's hand gently brushed against mine, a gesture of reassurance.
"Trust me, you'll look absolutely gorgeous." I could feel her genuine excitement. By accident her hand slid off her broken leg onto my erected penis that she caressed slowly.
"I can already imagine you in a chic skirt, a lovely blouse, and a nice black pump on your good leg and that long red cast that adds a unique touch to your ensemble."
"I trust you Sophie. Let's make it happen but please don't make me cum here..."
Part 8 to come
K
Sunday, August 13, 2023
Saturday, August 12, 2023
Psychiatrist part 6
The first morning waking up in a medical full leg cast was an experience unlike any other. As I opened my eyes, I felt the cast on my leg that I greeted with excitement. Slowly, I sat up in bed and reached for the plastic bag/protector that was placed over the cast before showering to keep it dry. I grabbed my crutches and slowly made my way to the bathroom.
Stepping into the shower, I carefully stood on my good leg cautious not to put any weight on my broken ankle. The sensation of the warm water on my exposed skin was nice and the plastic bag kept my cast dry.
After my shower, I dried myself standing on one leg. Dressing proved to be a challenge, while maintaining a semblance of professionalism. I opted for a business suit with a discreet slit on the side of my pants to allow for my long cast. I stretched a black sock over the foot portion of my cast so as not to expose my toes. I was ready to embrace in my public life with part of my fetishes but not the cross dressing one yet.
I grabbed my crutches and made my way to the kitchen realizing that for the next 6 weeks the support from my crutches was going to be an integral part of my daily routine. Breakfast proved to be another adventure, as I learned to balance a plate while using the one crutch to move around. I needed to adapt to my new mobility or lack of.
As I arrived at my clinic, I couldn't help but feel nervous since Sophie had an appointment, and I couldn't wait to see her again. My mind went back to yesterday as I thought about the intimate moments we shared, and how beautiful and sexy she looked.
I hobbled into the clinic on my crutches, my assistant Sammy wheeled herself around her desk to greet me, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in my long red cast partially exposed in the slit of my pants. I couldn't help but admire her grace as she effortlessly moved around in her sporty wheelchair.
"Dr. Miller, what happened? Are you okay?" Sammy asked with concern, leaning forward in her wheelchair.
"It's just a little accident, nothing serious, I broke my ankle and torn ligaments in my knee" I reassured her with a smile, though my attention couldn't help but drift to Sammy herself. Her blond hair cascaded in gentle waves, and her beautiful blue eyes. I was so attracted to women using wheelchairs, their exposed legs. It was clear that her wheelchair was not a limitation at all. She had been using a wheelchair since a car accident years ago when she lost her left leg above the knee and was paralyzed from her hip down.
"It's definitely a bit uncomfortable," I lied to her earlier question about my cast.
Sammy nodded, she continued to ask me various questions about my cast, crutches, and the experience of having a broken limb. Her curiosity was obvious to the point where I questioned if she shared similar fetishes in her previous life or even now in her wheelchair. She always dressed in skirts and heel on her one leg. Leg and stump looking both desirable and sexy.
Finally, the moment arrived, and Sophie walked through the door on her crutches. I couldn't help but stare at her beauty. She was dressed in a chic tight fitting skirt and blouse that accentuated her curves and showcased her long healthy leg. But her full leg cast and crutches in full display showed how much she was embracing her own fetish.
"Good morning, Dr. Miller," she said with a warm smile.
"Good morning, Sophie," I replied, returning her smile.
As we settled into the consultation room, Sophie was all business at first, very professional and she shared her progress since our last visit. She never mentioned my broken ankle and I was impressed with her control, how she was capable of separating the 2 without a blink of an eye until...
Our conversation went deeper into the sexual details of her desires, I couldn't help but sense a shift in Sophie's physical and mental demeanour. There was something different about her.. Her eyes occasionally drifted down to my long leg cast, even though it was covered by my pants and black sock. It struck me that the fact she couldn't see the cast entirely might be intensifying her attraction to the fetish itself.
That was intriguing and new, and I felt a need to explore it further.
"Sophie," I began, carefully selecting my words, "If you were with a partner who appreciated your desires, your fetishes, allowing you and participating in recreational casts sessions whenever you wanted, would the fascination of this fetish remain the same for you?"
I observed Sophie's reaction closely, curious to see how she would respond to the question. I could see the lawyer intrigued by the suggestion as she pondered my words, her eyes briefly drifting down to my broken ankle before meeting mine again.
"It's an intriguing thought, but first no partners, man or woman allow me to do anything doctor" she admitted, grabbing her crutches and struggling to stand. With her long cast in full display while leaning on her crutches she was clearly regaining control of the conservation. My concentration went to her 2 legs and hips. God broken or not her legs were so sexy and long in their own way.
She smiled and took a few steps towards me, her broken leg coming in contact with my own cast, I could feel and see her black cast against my black sock,
"Having a partner who not only accepts but embraces this side of me would be incredible. It might change the dynamic slightly, but I believe certain aspects of the fetishes itself would remain."
I nodded, captivated by her insight, I looked into her eyes and lifted my long cast slowly between her legs. She smiled, our connection was evident in her eyes.
"For example using one injury as a sexual tool Dr Miller like you are doing now pushing your broken ankle between my legs, the fascination of feeling fully accepted and desired by the other lover, partner or even doctor simply increased my sexual desires"
Sophie moved forward on her crutches, my sock covered toes came in contact with her panties, I felt the wetness through my sock on my toes. She closed her eyes for 2 seconds. Her hips took over and in a graceful movement she literally rubbed herself against my toes. I was speechless.
"Doctor Miller, to be able to be our real selves openly with another person is rare and you have the chance to combine two of your fetishes is such a captivating experience. But when will you show us your lovely leg, sexy red cast in a lovely skirt and blouse in public?" She asked while returning to her seat.
As Sophie gracefully made her way back to her seat on her crutches, I couldn't help but admire the femininity in her movements. Because of her broken leg, she showed even more confidence, poise and grace. My whole body was reacting to her, my penis was so hard.
As Sophie settled back into her seat, her long leg cast came into view, and my eyes were drawn to it again. The sight of her in that sexy black cast, combined with her elegant skirt and blouse, left me breathless.
But as if that wasn't enough, she added a personal touch by gracefully crossing her other leg over her cast, causing her high heel pump to dangle off her foot. She knew exactly what she was doing with that enticing movement, and I couldn't help rubbing myself against my pants.
Her fingers traced along the surface of her cast, it was so seductive, sending precum that I couldn't control. To say she was vulnerable with a broken leg would have been a lie. I was totally captivated by her presence, by her injury. The way she embraced her cast with such grace was so beautiful and liberating. She was in total control.
"Perhaps one day, for now sharing this fetish with you in private..." I started to reply but...
Our eyes met, a smile on her lips, and she moved one hand to her left breast that she caressed, pinching her nipples while she stared at my fingers rubbing my penis until it exploded inside my pants.
"I understand, maybe later" She moaned, closing her eyes with both hands between her legs.
Part 7 to come
K