Clip 503 Broken foot, cast, crutches, SLC part 1

Clip 502 Broken ankle, SLWC, crutches, cane, cast part 2

Whispers in the walls part 8

 Whispers in the walls

Part 8

Ally glanced at me briefly, a silent acknowledgment passing between us.

As we entered the casting process, Jackie's eyes met mine with anticipation. I felt a surge of affection for her, knowing that what we were about to do would not only fulfil her sexual desires but so much more.

Ally, with her expertise in casting, began the process by carefully applying soft padding to Jackie's broken leg. Her movements were precise and gentle, a reflection of her skill and care for our friend.

At the same time I leaned in and kissed Jackie. My soft tongue through her red lips, and I felt in total control as her Mistress. She tasted so good, like really good, and looking down between her legs she was so hard. But to my surprise I felt her strong hand wrap around my right foot and ankle. I unwillingly let out a loud moan from the surprise.

"You like that?" She asked me.

As Ally worked, I didn't answer Jackie, my heart beating so fast from all the potential. I leaned down and without hesitation I pressed my lips against her hard penis, she responded with a soft sigh, her eyes closing briefly as she felt the pain of her broken leg and the pleasure from lips colliding together.

Before she finished the soft padding on Jackie's leg, I slowly glided my small body over her broken leg, kissing it as I did. I stopped at the broken tibia for a moment and gently bit into her flesh. She winced in pain and pleasure, pre-cum dripping. Through the fabric of my top, I felt my hard nipples rubbing against her broken leg, my small breast created an incredible sensation.

Ally completed the cushion layer to protect her broken leg from my lips, my nipples and the cast that soon would cover her leg completely. Her hands moved with practiced ease, molding the padding to fit Jackie's broken leg perfectly.

"Are you ready, Jackie?" she asked, her tone gentle yet firm. Jackie nodded, her eyes meeting mine once again still holding on to my foot.

The casting process began, the fiberglass wrapping around Jackie's broken leg in a protective shell. Ally worked swiftly and methodically, ensuring that the cast was snug. With each layer, Jackie's leg transformed into a dream.

"Don't move, be very still" I said and started to suck tenderly on his penis. My mouth was warm and delicate, and I used my tongue to lick the tip it felt simply fucking amazing, making her moan and bite on her bottom lip. I was licking up and down her penis, and with her hand she twisted my ankle. I moaned.

As the casting neared completion, Ally finished the last layer of fiberglass, smoothing it out. I was also near completion. I continued sliding up and down over her penis rapidly. She reacted by twisting and turning my small ankle and foot even more. I moaned loudly as I allowed her to...who knew what she was going to do and I didn't care.

Finally, the cast was complete, from thigh to mid-foot in a sturdy yet elegant shell following Jackie's long leg. Ally struggled to step back, a satisfied smile on her face looking at us. Jackie began to spasm deep in my throat and continued to twist my ankle dangerously for another few seconds, then slowly withdrew her long penis between my lips. She continued to climax on my lips and tongue.

"Don't break it now..." I moaned with her cum dripping from my lips slowly losing control.

Ally smiled "There you go, Jackie. You're all set."

Jackie looked down at her new cast, excitement in her eyes. She turned to me, gratitude shining in her gaze. "Thank you, Mistress," she said softly. "For everything."

After Ally removed the recreational cast on my leg, Jackie leaning on her new underarm crutches with her new cast left my penthouse, I knew that this experience had brought us closer together. Our bond, forged in the moments of vulnerability and care where she almost broke my ankle.

The night had settled in, casting a quiet glow over my penthouse as I returned to my fateful monitors. Jackie, now in her full leg cast, had settled into a comfortable position, broken leg elevated, her eyes still reflecting pure sexual excitement at finally having her leg encased in a medical cast.

As I sat down, my sprained right ankle was throbbing from the twisting and bending that Jackie did to it. I turned my attention to the monitors. Diana, still recovering from her broken ankle, her monitor showed her resting on the couch, her leg propped up on cushions as she scrolled through her phone, a smile on her lips. However, she had now added a cast shoe on her short leg cast and was beginning to put partial weight on it, supported by crutches.

Ally, ever the caregiver, was in her condo, her movements were so sexually suggestive since she knew about my cameras as she prepared for the night ahead. She removed her leg brace with ease, opting to use crutches for mobility, she navigated her space with the aid of crutches.

And then there was Jackie again, my newest member of the casted club of my building. Her monitor displayed her adjusting to life in a full leg cast, her movements cautious yet filled with a sense of newfound freedom of being in a medical cast. She shifted on her bed, trying to find a comfortable position while in a full leg cast bent at the knee.

With a deep breath, I turned my attention back to my own situation. My cast had been removed, it had been replaced by my right ankle being sore. I decided to wrap my ankle in ace bandages with ice to alleviate the swelling.

But for now, as I looked at the monitors displaying the lives of Diana, Ally, and Jackie, I felt a sense of anticipation for what the future held. Our paths had converged in unexpected ways, and I knew that each day our life stories would change in ways I had yet to imagine.

The morning sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow in Jackie's condo. She took tentative steps, her crutches supporting her as she adjusted to the weight and balance of her full leg cast. With each movement, she grew more accustomed to the routine.

Meanwhile, I tended to my sprained ankle, the ice packs soothing the soreness as I moved around the penthouse. My cell buzzed, and I saw Jackie's name on the caller ID. Answering with a smile, I greeted her warmly. "Hey, Jackie! How are you?"

"It's been a learning curve to sleep with this long leg cast, but I'm getting the hang of things. I wanted to thank you again for all your help yesterday. It really means a lot to me to finally be able to act on this incredible sexual fetish."

I nodded, even though she couldn't see me over the phone. "Of course, Jackie. I'm glad I could be there for you. How are you feeling today?"

"Better, definitely. Say, I wanted to show my appreciation. Would you like to join me for dinner tonight? There's this fantastic restaurant in town called La Belle Étoile. It's known for its exquisite French cuisine and very private ambiance. I thought it would be a perfect way to celebrate and relax."

I couldn't hide my excitement at the invitation. "That sounds amazing, Jackie! I'd love to join you. Thank you for thinking of me."

Jackie's voice carried a hint of nostalgia, "You know, years ago, I had multipled chats with an online writer with whom I became friend. I shared with her my fascination with being in a medical cast someday. It was like a secret dream of mine, but I never thought it would actually happen. Yet here I am, experiencing it firsthand. It's surreal, really, how life can surprise us in unexpected ways."

As I returned to my bedroom after Jackie's call, I found Ally waiting for me, looking so beautiful. She was seated on the edge of the bed, her crutches and cane leaning against the nightstand beside her.

"Hey, baby," Ally greeted me with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "How's your ankle feeling today?"

I sighed softly, acknowledging the discomfort. "It's a bit sore, but the ice and bandages are helping."

I gently limped and approached her, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of pure sexual anticipation. Sitting beside her on the bed, I reached for the straps of her long leg brace, protecting her crippled leg. I loved the feeling of the smooth texture of the sturdy material under my fingertips. I began to undo the fastenings, each click of the clasps resonating softly in the quiet room.

Her leg brace loosened gradually, revealing the contours of her sexy leg beneath. As I removed the final strap, she let out a soft sigh, her leg now free from the rigid protection of the brace. I could see the relief in her eyes as she flexed her knee.

Ally leaned in slightly, her lips meeting mine in a tender kiss that conveyed a deeper connection between us. The moment was intimate and as we parted, Ally's leg brace lay aside..."I'm here for you." I said quietly.

As I kissed Ally, I could feel her crippled leg gently rubbing against mine. The playful contact was a beautiful reminder of her condition and how attracted I was to her. I enjoyed how her crippled leg added a layer of sensuality to our intimate moment.

As we kept kissing, I ....

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Clip 501 Broken ankle, SLWC, crutches, cane, cast part 1

Clip 500 Broken ankle, cast replacement, blue slc crutches

Whispers in the wall part 7

 Whispers in the walls

Part 7

I saw a glimpse of Jake in her eyes while I came closer to Jackie on my crutches.

"Mistress Sharon what is the if not...?

"It means..." My eyes sparkled dangerously as I squeezed my crutches and leaned towards her rubbing my cast against her leg in that seductive manner that I have often in my mind taken control of my sexy sub.

"It means that if you don't break your own leg or ankle..." I moved up my hard cast between her legs, against her penis making Jackie squirm with excitement, wondering what my next words will be.

"...then we will do it for you."

I paused for a minute, watching her react to my words, knowing that the truth had set in: it's really going to happen, she's going to break her leg or ankle today. I saw sexual fear and excitement in her eyes as she realized that she had no other choice, and that her dream of a medical leg cast was about to become reality.

"Is that clear?" I added.

"Yes it is, thank you"

"OK then Jaclie, I have the perfect device for you," The AI voice said, in a seductive tone.

"It's a foot clamp that will hold your lower legs firmly in place, leaving you completely unable to move it away until...you know..."

I added "Once your feet are placed in the device, you're at its mercy, and a swift twist would be all it takes. Are you ready to take this dare?"

The device sat in the centre of the room, the main focus and focal point of the whole scene.

It consisted of two metal rods with clamps at each end, designed to hold the lower legs firmly in place. Once Jackie places her lower legs in the clamps, she'll have no way of removing them away and the clamps will hold the feet and lower legs in position firmly.

"Yes, mistress," Jackie replies, her voice shaking slightly with anticipation.

"In that case, let's continue. And see if you can really go through with it." The AI voice said

"Put your feet in the clamps, and I'll tell you what to do next." Jackie did and the device clamps tightened around her lower legs and feet.

I walked around Jackie on my crutches, taking in the entire incredible scene. I stared at her long legs in those fishnet pantyhose and red high heels. I know how painful the break will be and yet so erotic the possible realignment of her leg and the full leg cast that will follow for months. At the same time I noticed Jackie is staring at my own leg and cast, fascinated by them and imagining what this whole process had been like for me. Not knowing the truth would set her free.

There was an intense, sexual atmosphere surrounding the moment, as we both fed off of each other's energy.

The AI asked, in a seductive tone. "Last chance to back out Jackie. Now, for the final part of this dare I have only one question left..."

"You can ask me anything"

"You get to choose which leg you will break my dear?" The AI paused for a moment, to let this question sink in and for Jackie to think about which leg she wanted in a medical cast.

But to everybody's surprise, I, Mistress Sharon, took over...

"But wait my dear sub I have another element to add to this dare" I explained, in a seductive tone, totally in control of my crutches with my knee bent.

"You actually don't get to choose which leg you break Jackie..." her eyes widened.

"I'm your Mistress and I get to decide which leg you break!" I said with Jackie staring at my cast with clearly a full erection showing now, she smiled.

The AI continued in a powerful tone, "Now, let's see if Sharon's new toy works as planned...By the way Mistress Sharon what leg will we breaking... today?"

I looked and smiled at Jackie "Her right tibia and fibula"

Jackie's eyes widened in fear as she felt right away the pressure starting to build up inside the right clamp, causing her leg to slowly bend and twist inwards in total control and precision.

"Oh god...that amazing" Jake or Jackie or maybe both said

We both heard the ligaments snapped first and with an undeniable crack, her leg broke right after, piercing the air with literally... a bone-chilling sound.

The device released Jackie's legs from its hold, she hopped to the couch unable to put any weight at all on her broken leg. I looked at her while she clutched at it, excruciating pain consumed her while we both knew that we needed to realign her leg at the ankle. Her foot was bent, which was very unnatural and unhealthy.

"You are so beautiful Jackie" I whispered, my voice filled with sexual attraction.

With each step on my crutches, I moved closer to her broken leg. I lowered to my knees, l let play with my cast and I cradled her red high heel that I removed slowly from her broken leg. Holding her foot, caressing it, I knew I had to do it. My fingers traced her fishnet pantyhose, following the imaginary lines where her bones were broken.

With a gentle yet firm touch, I slightly twisted Jackie's foot and on the third attempt it elicited a sharp sexual gasp of pain and pleasure from her when pieces of her tibia and fibula moved back into places in a loud grinding noise.

"Oh god, Mistress," she breathed, her voice a mix of ecstasy and discomfort, "I've never felt anything like this before."

I continued to caress her broken leg. "I know, Jackie, but trust me, it was necessary. I was making sure your leg heals perfectly, after 8 to 12 weeks in a non weight bearing cast."

Jackie nodded, her eyes closed from the combination of pain and pure sexual pleasure she was feeling, my one hand was on her fully erected penis and the other on her broken leg.

"Thank you Mistress...," she whispered, as I continued to rub her erection and broken leg.

"I have another surprise for you, Jackie,"

That's when Ally limped in, leaning awkwardly but so beautifully on a cast cart that was replacing her cane, her own leg brace adding to the atmosphere. We turned our full attention to her, who was making her way towards us. She looked so beautiful yet vulnerable, her leg brace locked and her movements so restricted and sexy. With each swing of her crippled leg, she pushed the cart forward, her determination evident despite the difficulty she faced.

I couldn't help but admire Ally's grace.

"Let's do this." She said,

I felt a surge of affection and admiration for Ally. Unable to contain my emotions, I gently lowered my crutches and hopped over to her, not putting any weight on my cast. Without a word, I leaned in and planted a soft, loving kiss on her lips, expressing my support and care in that simple gesture.

After the kiss, I looked down at her beautiful leg, my fingers reaching out to touch and caress her leg brace lovingly. The smooth surface felt good against my fingertips, and I leaned down kissing her crippled leg. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with affection. "I'm falling in love with you."

I watched as Ally carefully cut off the lovely fishnet pantyhose from Jackie's broken leg, her movements precise and gentle. The scissors glided smoothly through the fabric, revealing the broken limb underneath. She winced slightly, but Ally's reassuring touch and expertise eased some discomfort.

While the pantyhose fell away, there was something so amazing to see side by side almost Jackie's broken leg, dangerously exposed, beside Ally's long leg brace that had become a part of her daily life. The contrast between the long broken leg and the sturdy brace highlighted the fragility of Jackie's situation.

Ally glanced at me briefly, a silent acknowledgement passing between us...

...before....

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Clip 499 Broken leg rock climbing, SLC and then SLWC with crutches, leg ...

Clip 498 Torn ACL crutches, high heels, very cute

Whispers in the walls part 6

 Whispers in the walls

Part 6

But now I was totally mesmerized by the arrival of Jackie still wearing her sleek leather skirt that hugged her curves, paired with black pantyhose and only one elegant 3-inch heel hopping on her right leg in the hallway, keeping her left foot off the floor...

Was she pretending?
Was she injured? Sprained? Broken? And how?
One thing I knew for sure...She would be injured by the time I was done pleasing him, her or both.

Looking at her I found her transformation astounding, and I was filled with immense respect and admiration for Jackie. In many ways, Jackie was an inspiring individual who had overcome a lot to be openly the beautiful and confident woman I was seeing now.

Once in her condo I saw Jackie slip out of her work outfit into something more casual, she changed into jeans and a t-shirt and I realized she had been pretending. Jackie's transition was not completed, and this was noticeable in her physical appearance but her long legs were perfect, she was clearly presenting as a woman. Her masculine aura stood out in subtle ways, despite her elegance and feminine appearance.

I was drawn to both sides of Jackie, her masculine sexuality aura was alluring in a primal way the way she reacted when I dubbed her penis, while her feminine elegance was extremely seductive. Both sides were equally appealing to me, and I felt myself wanting to explore both of them at the same time.

Jackie was chatting with a female friend over her phone, having what seemed like a deep and passionate conversation. During the chat, she had mentioned how she had always wanted to break her leg or ankle since she was young, as she had a serious cast fetish.

"You should have seen them today, she was so beautiful partly crippled with a permanent leg brace with a cane and Sharon from my building was in a leg cast looking absolutely sexy and beautiful"

"She's the petite woman in your building right? The owner?"

"Yes she is. I've always wanted to break my leg, I'm sure you remember when you broke your poor ankle in camping. I was obsessed with your splint at first and then your lovely cast and crutches."

"Oh, I remember. You couldn't stop touching it, touching me but the pain I felt breaking my ankle was..."

"It might be painful, but that's not the only point of the whole thing. There was just something absolutely sexy about my mistress at the time in a leg cast. I was in love with you Mistress Brigitte breaking your ankle was like the icing on a cake, you know..."

I then decided to text Jackie, "Come to my penthouse for a little surprise Jackie, signed by Mistress Sharon."

The short message, complete with its ominous signature and teasing tone, was sent to Jackie, with an unknown agenda. The anticipation of the surprise sets the tone for an evening of unexpected twists and turns, filled with anticipation, curiosity, and sexual excitement. The mystery and intrigue that surround it all only added to the thrill of the pending encounter.

I began by slipping into a red leather bodysuit that perfectly fits my firm body. It clung to my curves, especially my tight ass, around my firm breasts, and highlighted my figure in all the most seductive ways. Feeling the leather against my skin was a wonderful sensation, making me feel even more sexy. I then decided on stockings over my right leg and over the cast. The sensation of the smooth fabric sliding over my strong right leg was very sensual and arousing. I took my time sliding the stocking over my leg and cast with care, enjoying the shape of my cast inside it.

I tied a black collar around my neck, carefully making sure it fits perfectly without hurting me. Adding long black gloves to the look, feeling the soft fabric around my hands and wrists. With everything in place, I decided on a high-heel knee boot, which I slid on over my right leg.

I leaned over and grabbed my crutches and stood in front of my long mirror, admiring what I saw. It's a sight that never fails to impress me; mistress Sharon, my powerful, commanding presence, combined with my provocative outfit and sensual features, made me feel unstoppable even though my leg cast showed that I was breakable.

From my long black gloves to my high-heel boot, everything came together seamlessly, creating a look that was intimidating, sensual and very sexy. I knew that Jackie would love my new persona.

Was it a persona or was it me? The real me?

I saw Jackie arrive at my penthouse in one of the monitors, looking stunning in a black skirt, fishnet pantyhose that accentuated her long legs, and striking red high heels that added a touch of boldness to her ensemble. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, eager to dive into a modern version of her loving mistress with a scenario that was not planned at all.

As Jackie entered my penthouse, her eyes lingered on my sleek mistress look and the contrast of my left leg still protected by its cast inside my black stockings. The allure of the ensemble added to the anticipation. However my first surprise to Jackie, before we could fully immerse ourselves, my walls of monitors surrounding us came to life.

The screens flickered to reveal a mesmerizing display of images and videos, capturing moments of intense scenes involving recreation casting, accidents, mistresses, bondage and various aspects of cast fetishes. Jackie's gaze shifted from me to the monitors, where scenes of casted individuals engaging in various sexual and non sexual scenes. The vivid imagery sparked a new level of sexual excitement and arousal in Jackie's eyes and penis .

As I watched the scenes standing on my crutches, knee bent keeping my cast off the floor and my 4 inch knee boot, one of my own fetishes took on a heightened intensity. For Jackie, mistress Sharon and the visuals on the screens acted as a catalyst, fuelling his/her desires and ignited a passionate exploration of her fantasies. The combination of both the captivating imagery on the monitors and my leg cast and crutches created an electric atmosphere, intensifying our connection and deepening the intimacy of our encounter.

In this moment, the boundaries between fantasy and reality blurred, allowing us to fully immerse ourselves in the world of extreme sexual fetishes in role-play and for real. The experience was exhilarating and liberating, as we embraced our desires and explored the limits that we were both willing to cross....Maybe...

As the mistress, I took charge of the scene, setting the stage for Jackie's fantasies and mine. I spoke in a commanding yet seductive tone, guiding Jackie as she embraced the role of the submissive and sexy woman, eager to please her mistress.

I knew what Jackie wanted but I decided to introduce an element of modern excitement by initiating a game of Truth or Dare with Jackie using my sexy app. With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I activated my AI system to pose the question using her sexy and sensual female voice.

"Hello Jackie, you look totally amazing today, I love those red heels. Would you like to play a game of truth or dare?" her voice was laced with anticipation. Her voice reminded me of Alicia Vikander in EX Machina.

Her voice took me back to my bedroom right after breaking my tibia and fibula, my world of full leg cast and crutches. You can guess, I'm sure, that I imagined my sexual experiences quite differently. I would imagine myself being totally helpless with the multiple breaks in my left leg, taken by a sexy fantasy. Ava from Ex Machina tied me up and played with my broken leg. Perhaps my fantasies were weird, but they were and are still mine.

The feel of her tongue on my broken leg surprised me. Then her lips were on my wet vagina, they pushed inside me and teased my clitoris. As she licked my clitoris with her tongue, my broken leg jerked a little sending incredible waves of pain throughout my body. Later in my erotic fantasy with my broken leg elevated and in a long leg cast she pushed in a finger inside me as her tongue teased and prodded at my clitoris. My head tilted back, my broken leg ached, but the orgasm was well worth the pain.

Jackie's eyes lit up with curiosity and a hint of excitement. "Sure, mistress AI. I'm up for a challenge," she replied, crossing her long legs, looking at me again.

The AI system generated the first question. "Wonderful, truth or dare, be very careful what you choose, there could be some serious consequences Jackie?"

Waiting for her answer and moving around the room on my crutches I was so excited staring at her skirt, long legs in the fishnet pantyhose and red high heels.

"Dare"

"I did warn you Jackie, you have 5 minutes to break your own leg, if not..."

I saw her gasped, disbelief etched on her face that it could finally happen today. There were 2 questions in Jackie's mind and I knew both of them.

Could she really break her own leg?
What did my AI mean when she said you have 5 minutes if not...

I saw a glimpse of Jake in her eyes while I came closer to her on my crutches. I kissed her lips.

"Mistress Sharon what is the if not...?

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Clip 497 Broken leg, SLC, crutches, white cast

Clip 496 SLC, crutches, white cast

Clip 495 She looks great, cast, crutches, SLC

Clip 494 Medical cast, broken foot in a cast and crutches, SLC part 2

Whispers in the wall part 4

 Whispers in the walls
Part 4

"Anything I want?"

Kept echoing in my mind while I slipped into a Lululemon bodysuit, showcasing my petite and shapely frame. Paired with a denim skirt, my outfit left very little to the imagination, perfect for a day of exploring and adventure. With each step on my crutches, I made my way to Ally's condo, fuelled by sexual excitement for the day ahead.

Before leaving my penthouse, I checked the monitors focusing on Ally's, where she was seated at her dining table, reading a great book about AI The Chaos Agent from Mark Greaney. Her leg was bare without her brace but a pair of crutches were partly visible. I re-positioned my own underarm crutches and left my penthouse.

Ally opened the door leaning on forearm crutches, a warm smile lighting up her face.

"Sharon, please come in," she greeted me, stepping aside to let me enter.

As I crossed the threshold into her cosy space, her condo was warm, inviting, and filled with touches of elegance. We settled into comfortable chairs, the atmosphere charged with anticipation.

"Sharon, could you help me put my leg brace on my crippled leg?"

My eyes widened, excited with the surprised request, and a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "I'd be happy to help." I gently ran my hand over Ally's right leg, feeling her leg partly crippled. She was so beautiful and depended on a brace and a cane for standing and walking.

"Alright, I'm going to apply the brace now," I said softly, while my fingers slid higher and higher up on her right leg... She moaned quietly. "It'll provide strong support for your beautiful leg."

Ally nodded, her eyes reflecting the pure pleasure of being touched. She watched intently as I carefully positioned the brace around her leg, starting with the sturdy plastic support under her delicate foot. I made sure each strap was snug but not too tight, ensuring a comfortable fit that would still offer the necessary stability.

"Is this brace going to help me walk Dr. Sharon?" Ally asked, smiling at me.

"Yes, it's designed to give your leg the stability it needs,"

I slowly pulled her leg in its brace on my shoulder, her knee was locked in place. I could feel the brace against me and see the outlines of her long leg. I slid my finger up her thigh, and her back arched slightly as she smiled with pleasure.

"You seem to be enjoying this." I said as my finger continued to move between her thighs. She let out a soft moan, her breathing became shallow. She moved her left leg so that I could press it even higher against my chest, and she also widened her legs slightly.

I moved my fingers, letting them graze her wet vagina. Her moaning became louder, and she was enjoying the sensation of my finger moving in and out slowly and gently rubbing against her clitoris.

"Oh Sharon''. She pressed her legs together lightly, the feeling of my fingers were driving her crazy. She let out a deep breath, from her orgasm her leg muscles tightened even more around my fingers inside her. I felt her breath brushing against my shoulder, her scent filling my nose as I continued to please her.

"This was amazing "she whispered, letting out a soft moan, her head tipping back.

Later on I was sitting at a table in her spare room when she limped in and she prepared to apply a short black leg cast on my left leg. With meticulous care, she began the process by applying soft padding, starting at my foot and up my lower leg. The padding felt so nice against my leg, offering a layer of comfort before the cast.

I watched closely as Ally smoothed the padding around my foot, ensuring every inch was snug. "Now, let's move on to the cast."

She reached for the roll of black cast material, a stark contrast against the white padding. She began wrapping the wet material around my foot, securing it in place before moving upward my ankle towards my knee. I felt the warmth of the cast material as she rolled it over the padding, shaping it to fit the contours of my strong leg. Each wrap seemed to bring a sense of security, like a protective shield against further injury.

"You have lovely legs, I'm almost there." As she continued wrapping the cast material, ensuring it covered my leg from foot to just below the knee.

"There we go. Remember to keep it dry and avoid putting weight on it."

I thanked her, marvelling at the transformation of my leg. She leaned down and our bodies pressed firmly against each other. We kissed passionately, our mouths moving slowly yet boldly. I felt her breathing growing more and more intense as her tongue moved over my own. The heat of our breath and the warmth of our bodies mingled together, making the air feel thick and sultry. It was like we were lost in our own little world, surrounded by nothing but the intimacy of the moment.

Ally's hands moved slowly and carefully over my leg cast, exploring each curve and contour of my leg. The intimacy of her touching and caressing it felt exquisite and she seemed to be enjoying herself as much as I was, exploring my whole leg with gentle strokes.

She got up, slowly moving closer to my crutches, she was slightly awkward and slow without her cane for balance. Eventually reaching the crutches and picking them up she brought them back to me.

We later embarked on an unconventional outing to the local BMW car dealership and as we entered the dealership, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement and the scent of new cars.

Ally looked stunning in a lovely summer dress that flowed gracefully around her long leg brace on her right leg.

She walked slowly and deliberately, her body swaying with each step. From behind, I could see how she had to swing her long leg brace around with each stride, creating a slight unevenness in her movements. The brace, locked at her knee, gave her gait a permanent limp-like beauty, forcing her to move with extra sensuality.

Despite the challenges she faced, every step she took was graceful, her hips swaying in an inviting manner. The slight movement of the leg brace added a subtle rhythm to her walk, emphasizing her delicate and sexy crippled leg.

On the other hand, I opted for a denim skirt paired with a blouse. My short leg cast on my left leg added an intriguing element as I moved along on my crutches.

As we walked through the showroom, Ally remarked with a smile, "I must say, Sharon, you look absolutely fabulous today. I'm so sorry about your leg" She said smiling at me. I couldn't resist leaning into Ally and planting a soft kiss on her pink lips.

A tall female salesperson greeted us with a warm smile, her eyes discreetly drawn to our visible leg supports. She was dressed in a stylish leather skirt, black pantyhose, and 3-inch heels, exuding confidence and professionalism. I couldn't help but notice a familiar warmth in her eyes. It dawned on me that it was Jake or should I say Jackie from my building.

"Good afternoon, ladies. So nice to see you again Sharon. How can I assist you today?" the salesperson inquired, her tone friendly yet professional.

I couldn't help but notice as Jackie's eyes quickly scanned us both, her gaze falling on my cast and crutches. She couldn't hide her attraction/ interest in my leg cast but her professional demeanour returned swiftly. She gave Ally a friendly nod, a smile on her face.

While they were talking I could see Jackie watching me out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't help but notice how her gaze kept coming back to my recreational injury and crutches. Then her gaze travelled up and down my body as I could almost hear her wondering how I broke my leg.

Later on there was a brief moment in her gaze where I could tell that she was examining my cast and crutches in a way that was very different. She was taking longer than expected, and it felt like there was some kind of deeper understanding happening in her eyes. She then looked back at Ally, seemingly making an effort to avoid staring at me.

I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something deeper to explore when I returned to my penthouse. However, just as this thought crossed my mind, Ally's expression shifted, her eyes widened and she licked her lips before....

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Clip 493 Medical cast, broken foot in a cast and crutches, SLC part 1

Clip 492 Broken leg, crutches, brace

Whispers in the walls part 3

 Whispers in the walls

Part 3

While I knew this might not be a traditionally acceptable kink, I felt that if you close your eyes and imagine my sexy ballerina in a short leg cast, on her crutches walking towards you, you would....

As the days went on, and I saw Diana slowly healing from her broken ankle, my obsession with her cast increased. My sexual attraction to her was obvious and over the years I had accepted it as a unique type of attraction that I didn't need to share with others or shared with very few people.

My sexual fetish, my obsession started to shift, I began to feel a growing urge physically that I had expressed in stories some years ago under a persona called Brigitte Wallin. The voyeurism I had previously practised was no longer totally satisfying my sexual and fetish needs. I wanted more than simply observing the beauty of a man or a woman in a cast or leg brace or on crutches. I wanted to take action, to play some sort of part in their injuries.

I wondered if my desires were something that you should explore or totally suppress. Some would say I was saved by the bell, but the reality was that Monitor 7 saved me. Beautiful Miss Ally.

"Monitors, full wall on M7"

What a sight she was, my beautiful virtual lover named Ally. Her long leg brace commanded most of my attention and the image of her crippled leg aroused me. I decided to focus on observing her. I shifted my focus from Diana for now, knowing I would return to her story soon. I still had one monitor on Jake, oh yes Jake or Jackie with her lovely long leg pleading to be broken for so many years... but that was for later.

I first met Ally on Wattpad, she commented on my stories and we became friends with some benefits. She was a beautiful and caring woman that navigated her life with a permanent leg brace on her crippled leg. Observing her routines, I became entangled in the complexities and total beauty of her world.

Ally's leg brace was modern and stylish. Moulded from a cast applied to her leg It was a hard plastic device that fit snugly around her leg and foot, secured in place by Velcro straps. Two metal uprights extended from around her ankle, running the full length of her leg, with drop locks on both sides of her knee, ensuring her leg remained locked straight when she walked.

As I waited for Ally's arrival, I turned my attention to the monitors displaying live feeds from Diana's and Jake/Jackie's units. On Diana's monitor, I observed her gracefully moving about her unit on her crutches, her right leg in her cast. Despite her injury, she insisted on training her upper body for strength. The contrast between her delicate and strong movements and the cast protecting her broken ankle was a very attractive sight.

Moving to monitor 302, Jake/Jackie's monitor, I was greeted by a scene that caught me by surprise. Jackie was elegantly sliding on a pair of black pantyhose, the smooth fabric accentuating the contours of her strong legs. Her movements were graceful and confident. I wasn't sure how far her transgender transition was but I couldn't wait to explore her untold stories and other fetishes of his that were becoming hers.

I patiently awaited Ally's arrival, curious to witness her transition from the virtual world of comments on Wattpad to the physical reality of my penthouse.

To the sound of footsteps, I turned my attention to the monitors, eager to catch a glimpse of her as she made her way up to my penthouse. The cameras positioned strategically throughout the building captured her every step, offering me a voyeuristic glimpse of her beautiful limping, swinging her long and lock leg brace in an arc until it was lined up with her healthy leg, over and over.

As she entered my penthouse she stopped dead in her tracks leaning on her cane smiling, her gaze immediately fell upon my wall of monitors, each screen displaying a different perspective of the building. The curiosity in her eyes scared me at first but then she mirrored my own as she took in the technological AI controlled wall of monitors before her.

"Welcome, Ally," I greeted her with a warm smile, gesturing towards the monitors. "I'm glad you could make it. Please, have a seat."

Ally settled into the comfortable chair, her movements somewhat constrained by her sexy crippled leg, the locked brace and the cane she used for support. I couldn't help but marvel at the slight struggle and the challenges she faced daily.

"This is incredible," she remarked, her voice filled with awe as she unlocked her knee loudly and bent her leg carefully. "I never imagined such advanced surveillance technology in this older building."

I nodded, a hint of pride in my tone. "It's one of the many upgrades I've implemented in the building. It allows me to... well... ensure the safety and well-being of all my tenants."

Ally smiled and shared snippets of her life and experiences navigating the world with a leg brace and cane. Her life was so intriguing and interesting to me...even if we had already shared all these before, but in writing.

"I've always been fascinated by technology and how it can enhance our lives," Ally admitted, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "But being here, seeing it in action" She grabbed her cane and stood locking her knee. "It's truly remarkable Sharon but it could be used for so much more. Are you using this to spy on me and others?"

Ally leaned close to me, her gaze fixed on mine, her hard brace against my leg. In that moment our eyes connected and I could feel the sexual attraction between us. I could feel the heat of her minty breath on my face, and I knew this was the moment to make a move. Slowly, I leaned in closer until our lips touched gently, and suddenly we were both entangled in a passionate kiss.

Ally's available hand slowly traced my face, her fingers rubbing my cheeks. Then she caressed my breast and hard nipple, rubbing over and over, pinching. I opened my eyes and looked into her eyes, taking in the moment and the intensity of her touch. Then, she pulled away slightly, still looking into my eyes.

She smiled, "After reading all your stories, I have two requests..." she whispered, her voice raspy and oh so sensual.

She saw me smile, and her own smile widened even more. She leaned in closer to me, and her long braced leg slid between my legs... up my legs.

"So, are you up for a very sensual and erotic Dare Sharon?" she whispered, her eyes full of sexual desire.

"Ohhh yessss" I took a hold of her crippled leg between my legs and literally rubbed against it. Since she was taller than me the effect was amazing on my vagina. She smiled but continued...

"I want to role-play the car dealership scene from David Cronenberg, Crash in a local BMW dealership, and I also want you to wear a short leg cast and use crutches when we go to the dealership. Can you do that for me? Can you do that for us?"

I could feel her desire growing and spreading through my own body. "Of course I can." I replied, my own voice laced with desire as well.

"I'm up for the Dare. It'll be fun to role-play that scene, and to be on crutches in a cast wow. I'll do anything you want."

"Anything I want?" She asked...

Whispers in the walls
Part 4 to come
K

Clip 491 Broken arm and thumb in a full arm cast, LAC part 2

Clip 490 Broken arm and thumb in a full arm cast, LAC part 1

Whispers in the wall part 2

 Whispers in the Walls

Part 2

"M1, zoom in on her broken ankle" I asked while I unbuttoned my jeans, I paused for a moment looking at her broken ankle while I smelled the wetness of my vagina. I slid down my jeans and tore my white silk panties off me.

Diana attempted to find comfort with her broken ankle but her efforts proved fruitless as the pain continued to linger, leaving her in a state of distress. Her breathing became laboured from the discomfort, her face contorting in pain as she tried to relax. She began to murmur softly, trying to distract herself from the pain. She closed her eyes while her orgasm rocked her injured body as she tried to focus on that sensation rather than the pain in her ankle.

I reached down and my finger slid along my vagina until I pushed deeper into me, fingering myself, loving the heat while looking at her broken ankle and sensing my swollen clitoris under my fingertip. I was so ready to cum.

I was out of control, Diana misfortune stirred up an unusual mixture of emotions within me as I witnessed the unexpected turn of events. While the image of her delicate movements previously filled my heart with admiration, now I felt a sudden spike of pure sexual excitement at the sight of her injury. A profound sense of concern and love for the future of the woman rippled through me as I watched her find some relief the same way I did.

Breathing hard she caressed her broken ankle, she slid her fingers from her lower leg to her ankle and she squeezed it between her long fingers...

"Ohhh...Goddd" She moaned quietly, somehow matching my own sensation created by my fingers rubbing along and inside myself.

As she continued rubbing her ankle, her eyes shifted to the small cell phone on her bedside table. I watched her crawl over to the phone and picked it up, slowly bringing it up to her ear. She winced at the sharp pain of the movement, but managed to dial her friend's number with shaky hands.

The relief on Diana's face was obvious as her friend's voice filled her ear. She struggled to stay calm, the pain making it difficult to articulate. "I...I hurt my ankle," she said, her voice trembling. "I think...I think I broke it."

"I'm coming right over," her friend promised, the urgency in her voice matching the gravity of the situation.

I watched my wall of monitors until moments later, Diana's friend arrived at her unit.

"I'm here," she exclaimed, her eyes widening in concern as she took in Diana's state. With a gentle touch, she helped her to her good foot, supporting her weight as they slowly made their way out of the building.

"I can't believe this happened," Diana murmured, leaning heavily on her friend as they navigated the hallway. "I was just practising, and then..." Her voice trailed off, the reality of the situation sinking in as they reached the door.

As I watched Diana and her friend leave the building, attraction washed over me. The sight of her, leaning heavily on her friend, her broken ankle elevated and the pain etched on her face matched the ache in my own heart, witnessing this talented and sexy woman navigate through unexpected adversity.

I felt guilty too, knowing that my voyeuristic tendencies had possibly and inadvertently led to this moment. Yet the whispers in the walls grew louder, propelling me towards a path of understanding and redemption. Redemption you asked? Well... with the certainty that Diana would soon be navigating my world on crutches, her right leg in a cast, the gravity of her broken ankle was evident.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of pure sexual arousal thinking that her broken ankle was sure to keep her on crutches for a while, and the thought of her on crutches, in a cast sent a jolt through my own weak leg. The whispers in the walls kept growing louder as my fingers began to caress my breasts, thighs, and even my right ankle, the same one Diana had broken in front of me.

As she made her way back to her unit on crutches, my eyes followed her every step. The perfect short white cast clinging to her right lower leg, ankle and foot, transformed her steps into a new elegant dance. With each step, her crutches clicked rhythmically against the polished floors. She was beautiful with her cast standing out, the subtle waves of her hair framed her face, both showing strength and femininity.

Unable to resist the urge, I hurriedly threw on a nightgown and raced down the stairs to the hallways leading to her unit. My heart raced with anticipation as I approached her door, my mind buzzing with thoughts of how I could offer assistance, comfort and make wild love to her.

"Hello, Diana," I called out softly as I knocked on her door, my voice filled with genuine concern.

"I saw you coming in on crutches. Is everything alright? Can I help with anything?" The door creaked open, revealing her so beautiful, standing there on her crutches with a slight smile on her face despite the discomfort of her injury.

"Oh, Sharon, it's you," she replied, her voice tinged with gratitude.

"I broke my ankle earlier while training, but it's nothing too serious, no surgery. Just a temporary setback."

I couldn't help but notice the slight hesitation in her voice, the unspoken acknowledgement of the challenges ahead. As I stood before her, there was a stark contrast between video voyeurism, observing from a distance, to now being in person, so close to her. A crazy sexual surge welled up between my short legs.

I swear, every detail was amplified 10x. The gentle curve of her knee bent slightly brought her white cast inches from the polished hardwood floor. The stark white of the cast contrasted her tan and tone upper leg, drawing attention to the temporary but attractive alteration to her physical form.

Her hair, cascading in soft waves around her face, added a touch of femininity to her otherwise determined stance. A slight discomfort was evident in her expression.

As I examined her broken ankle, my eyes traced the contours of the medical cast, noting the precision with which it supported her injured ankle and foot. The smooth surface of the cast bore no marks of wear yet.

I squeezed my legs, unable to please myself sexually at the moment looking at her crutches, positioned strategically beneath her arms. She was so beautiful leaning on them and the click of the crutches against the floor was totally unique to each individual person needing them.

"If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask. We're neighbours now, after all."

It was such a small moment, but it had such a profound impact on me. Diana's injury had struck me in this sudden, surprising way that I hadn't expected. As a new neighbour, I was already captivated by her beauty and grace, but this sudden vulnerability had caught me off guard. I found myself finding this woman so sexy.

Back in my bedroom, the idea of her broken ankle was intoxicating to me, and the way she needed to rely on her crutches was like a sexual magnet. While I know this might not be a traditionally acceptable kink, I felt that if you closed your eyes and...

Whispers in the walls
Part 3 to come
K