Sunday, August 14, 2016
Author’s Note: So this one went a little sideways, but not in a bad way, I think. So Heather (my wife) has enjoyed reading this series with Juliet and Angela, and after ‘Spa Day’ wondered what happened next. I admitted that, as it was just a small scene, I hadn’t really planned out anything specific, so we started talking about it. My first thought was the mouth painting, but Heather brought up Melissa, the caregiver, and what made Angela think to call her - what made her so good with Juliet. She was the one who thought Melissa might be a devotee, but I didn’t want to go the obvious route… we ‘tossed around a few ideas’ in the living room (that ended up with Heather naked and me wearing five pairs of socks on my feet - she did tell me I could post that) and Melissa’s unusual but somehow strangely sexy fetish was born…
Angela and Juliet Vignettes - New Hobbies
“You do not have to fuss over me!” Juliet said, sitting in her power wheelchair as her wife brushed her hair.
“I don't want Melissa thinking I'm not taking proper care of you.” Angela said, now fussing with Juliet's dress.
“You take amazing care of me and, for the record, you voluntarily paralyzed yourself to help me.” Juliet smiled.
“We can't exactly tell her that.” Angela said, finally giving up on her fussing. At that moment the doorbell rang. “Oh god she's early.” Angela fretted.
“Do you need me to answer the door?” Juliet said, putting her chair control tube between her lips.
“I'll get it, I'll get it.” Angela said, hurrying to the door and hitting the button that swung them open automatically.
Melissa, a cute, perky rehab nurse and personal attendant the pair had met at the Baxter Center, walked into the house beaming.
“It's so great to see you both.” She smiled. “I was so excited to get your call. And for a week - this will be great! Just like old times, right Juliet?”
“A week?” Juliet smiled at Angela.
“I've got a lot to take care of…” Angela said awkwardly. “Meetings out of the house, things like that. You know. I'll get home as early as I can every day though.”
“You will do no such thing.” Scolded Juliet. “I am adapting well to my situation and I'm in excellent hands, so don't you rush home on my account.”
“And you're paying me the full day rate whether you're here or not, so you might as well get your money's worth.” Melissa said, standing next to Juliet.
“Well I guess it's two against one then.” Angela said with a grin. “I'll leave you two alone… I've got my cell, so if you need-”
“Just go, wife.” Juliet smiled, rolling her eyes, and Angela grabbed her keys and purse and headed out.
Once Juliet heard the telltale sound of the car driving away she turned to Melissa and smiled.
“Still into the feet thing?” She asked with a wink. Melissa blushed. “Yeah you are. Top rightmost drawer of the long dresser.”
“And you're ok…” Melissa hesitated.
“I've actually been looking forward to it.” Juliet nodded.
“I brought something for you, too.” Melissa said as she headed to the bedroom. Juliet took her sip and puff tube between her lips and wheeled to the living room, positioning her wheelchair facing the couch.
Melissa returned a minute later with a number of rolled pairs of socks. She sat in front of Juliet's wheelchair and gently, almost reverently raised her paralyzed legs, laying Juliet's feet in her lap.
“You're really fine with-?” Melissa questioned, looking at Juliet.
“Of course I am. I've been intrigued since we did this in rehab, and on the plus side - nobody will walk in on us here.”
“But you're married now…” Melissa hesitated.
“And I'm not going to be fooling around with you - I wouldn't do that to Angela. If, however, in the course of your duties as my caregiver you happen to… Become aroused. Well I can't help that, I'm just a helpless quadriplegic girl.” Juliet smiled and winked.
Melissa breathed deeply and then carefully, slowly, even sensually started slipping a thick white sock onto Juliet's paralyzed foot while Juliet watched. Melissa caressed the sock onto the foot, then did the same for the other leg, slipping the sock onto Juliet's paralyzed foot, her cheeks getting more flushed the whole time. She rubbed and caressed Juliet's feet lovingly, then began putting on a second pair of socks over the paralyzed feet.
By the third pair of thick socks, Juliet's feet were looking less and less recognizable and Melissa was breathing heavy and squirming in her seat.
“Would you like to get undressed?” Juliet asked seductively. Melissa didn't even ask if Juliet was serious, she just replaced Juliet's now puffy feet into her footrests and slipped her dress, bra, and panties off. “Very nice.” Juliet said approvingly.
Melissa lifted Juliet's limp legs again and placed her feet between her own now naked thighs. A fourth pair of socks went on and as she gently smoothed them onto Juliet's feet, Melissa moaned.
“Have you ever done this naked?” Juliet asked, watching intently, paralyzed hands in her lap. Melissa could only shake her head. “And have you ever… You know? ‘Finished’?” She asked. Again Melissa shook her head. “Well I want you to. I'd very much like to see that.” Juliet said, feeling quite excited herself.
Melissa placed Juliet's right foot directly between her legs, touching her sex, as she started slipping the fifth sock onto Juliet's unfeeling left foot. She held and caressed the chubby misshapen foot and Juliet could see she was rocking back and forth so Juliet's useless right foot would press against her very excited sex.
Melissa lowered Juliet's left foot to replace the right, and then started putting the fifth sock onto Juliet's right foot. Juliet took her mouth control between her lips and gave it the slightest puff, moving her chair forward three to four inches - and pressing her sock-covered crippled left foot firmly onto Melissa's pussy. Melissa came with a shriek, back arching as she pressed the sock covered foot against her even more, enjoying several more rocking orgasms.
“That was hot.” Juliet said after Melissa finished and regained a bit of composure.
“I’ve never done anything like that before.” Melissa admitted, running her fingers through her hair, a little shudder of orgasmic aftershock going through her as one of Juliet’s feet, still laying limp on the couch between her legs, gently brushed her inner thigh as she shifted.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Juliet smiled broadly. “I did too.”
“Good, because I do not want to get fired.” Melissa said as she lowered Juliet’s legs to her footrests. “Do you want me to take the socks off?”
“No, if you like them you can leave them on.” Juliet said. “It makes me feel sexy when you look at me - well, you look at my feet - like that.”
“Does….” Melissa started, then stopped quickly.
“What?” Juliet said, looking at her.
“Does Angela… still look at you that way?” Melissa asked.
Juliet giggled, a delightful sound that actually made Melissa smile warmly.
“Oh you have no idea, Melissa… I might be paralyzed from my neck down, but that is not a problem for us.”
“I am glad to hear it. That’s a big problem for a lot of couples post-injury.” Melissa said, finishing getting dressed. “And I will leave the socks on. Your feet are so adorable in them….”
“Will you add another pair?” Juliet asked suddenly.
“Another?” Melissa asked, surprised.
“There should be a pink pair in that drawer. I want pink socks on my pretty paralyzed feet.”
“As you wish, Mrs. Snow.” Melissa smiled, heading to the bedroom and returning with a pair of soft pink socks. “These are nice.” she sighed.
“My favorite pair.” Juliet said. “Please put them on for me.”
“Of course.” Melissa said, sitting in front of Juliet’s wheelchair.
“Will you need to…?” Juliet said with a sly grin.
“I might not have a choice at this point…” Melissa admitted as she tenderly lifted Juliet's’ limp feet. She slipped the pink socks on slowly and pressed them against her cotton panties, moaning. She rocked her hips gently and then her back arched and she inhaled sharply with another orgasm, then another. “Mmm.” was all she said as she lowered Juliet’s sock-puffy feet back into her powerchair footrests.
“That was sexy.” Juliet said, putting her mouth control between her lips and backing up a few feet.
“Yes, very…” said Melissa, still flushed.
“You said you had something for me?” Juliet asked, curious. “What would that be? Not tap shoes I hope - I already have several pairs.”
Melissa giggled. “I’ve never met anyone as comfortable with her disability as you are. Especially at your level.”
“I have my good days and bad days.” Juliet responded honestly.
“So your surprise - I need to get it out of the car, and is there a place we can set up that’s out of the way?”
“Third bedroom.” Juliet said. “On the left, down the hallway off the kitchen. We haven’t figured out what to do with it yet, it’s mostly empty.”
“OK, I’ll go get the stuff - it might take a few trips. Can you wait for me in that room?” Melissa said, finally putting her shoes back on.
“Sure, I’ll meet you there.” Juliet replied, taking her sip and puff control between her lips and driving through the kitchen, down the hall, and to the third bedroom. Which was closed. Angela must have closed it when she closed the door to the second bedroom, where they were currently storing their manual wheelchairs. Juliet once again realized the severe limitations she had to deal with as a quadriplegic. It excited her - a little - but it also annoyed her as well. Would she even want to stay this way for the week Angela had hired Melissa for? When she first heard that Angela hired a caregiver for a week she was ecstatic, but now, after less than 24 hours… she wasn’t so sure.
Melissa returned a few minutes later with…
“Is that an easel?” Juliet asked, both curious and amazed.
“It is, yes!” Melissa said excitedly. “Here, let me get that…” she said, turning the doorknob and opening the door to the room - such a simple exercise that Juliet could not even manage in her current condition. She wheeled into the sunlit room, starting to feel down, and Melissa set up the easel.
“We need a few more things.” Melissa said.
“Like working hands?” Juliet murmured, but Melissa stopped her.
“Hey - none of that. Don’t you trust me?” she said, holding Juliet’s hand.
“Yeah, sorry... “ Juliet said. “I trust you. It’s just… the door….” .
“It’s the little things, isn’t it?” Melissa said, and Juliet nodded. “I’ll be right back. You’ll like this, I promise.”
Melissa returned shortly afterwards with a large carry case. She began opening it and there were, as Juliet expected, painting supplies. What she was not expecting, however, were the unusual brushes.
“These are mouth brushes - specially designed to be held comfortably in your mouth.” she said, showing Juliet a selection of the uniquely designed brushes. “Once we get you set up, you should be able to paint quite easily.”
“With my mouth?” Juliet said, skeptical.
“Yes, with your mouth. You’ll see.”
Melissa finished setting up - the brushes were attached to the edge of the easel within easy reach, and there were small dimples of oil paints in a special stand. Juliet took a brush in her mouth - it was actually quite comfortable - and helped Melissa position everything properly within her reach. Finally, Melissa put a long painter's’ cape over Juliet and her wheelchair, to keep her safe from paint drops.
“Now what?” Juliet asked, looking up at Melissa.
“Well… paint something.” Melissa said. “Paint what you’re feeling.”
“Paint what I’m feeling…” Juliet said quietly, then reached out and took a brush in her mouth. She initially moved the bush towards the black paint, thinking of the situation that put her in a wheelchair, the limitations, even as a paraplegic, that she would have to live with for the rest of her life, but then she hesitated. She thought of Anglea, who not only stayed with her after she became a quadriplegic, not only married her when things seemed to be at their darkest, but against all odds, when faced with an impossible choice, voluntarily and happily chose to live HER life as a paraplegic, to give Juliet more freedom. Juliet found that she was crying, tears of joy, and she dipped her brush into the pink paint and began moving her head, painting the wide white canvas before her.
Quadriplegic Painter Mariam Pare
The brush strokes were short and hesitant at first, tentative experiments with color and shape and feeling, but as Juliet began to feel more confident, so did her brush. She first explored the limits of what she could do with her mouth, and then instead of accepting them, she built upon those limitations with color and shape and style.
Juliet had no idea how long she painted, but the emotions just seemed to flow out of her, through the brushes she held between her teeth, through the paints spread out before her, onto the canvas. Melissa helped her refill paints or clean brushes, but she remained silent, offering no commentary or encouragement, so intense was Juliet’s fixation with her task.
After what must have been hours, Juliet put down her brush and breathed deep.
“Wow.” was all Melissa could say.
“Really?” Juliet asked, her cheeks tearstained and slightly blotched with paint.
“Really.” Melissa said. “It’s beautiful. It’s really powerful.”
“Thank you for helping me with this.” Juliet said, looking at her work. “I can do better.” she said with a smile.
“Well then, we’ll work on it more tomorrow. For today,let’s get you fed and cleaned up ad ready for your wife to get home.”
“I can’t wait to show her.” Juliet beamed as Melissa removed her cape and put the pains away.
“Give me a few minutes to clean these brushes and I’ll get you fed.” Melissa said, and Juliet wheeled out of what she now thought was her ‘painter's studio’ and headed to the kitchen.
“Are you ok Juliet?” Melissa asked, feeding her a bite of chicken.
“Yeah, I’m fine…” she said. “Just daydreaming I guess.”
“About watching you put all those socks on my feet.” Juliet said with a wink.
“Seriously.” Melissa said, blushing.
“About painting. I just feel like it’s one of the first things I could do on my own - well, mostly on my own - since the accident.” which, she thought quietly, wasn’t a complete lie. It was the first thing she could do on her own as a quadriplegic… she didn’t have to mention that since she was married she spent most of her time as a paraplegic who could do most things for herself
“A lot of people feel that way after an accident like yours, Juliet - though I’ll be honest, I haven’t seen too many people take to it like you did.”
“Thanks - that means a lot.” Juliet said. “It was hard at first but it just felt… right. I connected with it.”
“I could tell. Well, let’s get you cleaned up for Angela.” Melissa washed Juliet’s face and brushed her hair, then slowly took all the extra socks off her feet, leaving just Juliet’s white compression stockings.
“You ok?” Juliet teased, seeing Melissa’s flushed cheeks.
“Fine, yeah… but I really can’t wait to do that again… as long as it’s, you know… OK?”
“I look forward to it. It really was quite nice for me as well.” Juliet smiled mischievously “And you can do whatever you want with my feet, Melissa. I’m not using them anymore...”
Angela returned home to Melissa cooking dinner and chatting with Juliet.
“Did everyone have a good day?” she asked, coming in and kissing her wife warmly.
Melissa and Juliet just nodded and giggled.
“That wife of yours, Angela…” Melissa said with a smile. “I’ll see you both tomorrow morning.”
Later that evening, Angela was lowering Juliet onto the bed using the Hoyer Lift, stroking her hair.
“So, did she do the feet thing, love?” Angela asked.
“Oh yeah.” Juliet smiled. “It was actually kind of hot, truth be told.” Juliet replied with a smile.
“As hot as me?” Angela asked, kissing her passionately.
“Never, my love.” Juliet said, kissing her back. “But my feet did love all that attention….”
“Oh really?” said Angela. “Well then let’s see what your wife can do about that.” as she undressed and climbed into bed, lifting her wife’s soft, paralyzed feet and dragging them sensually up her body…
Thursday, August 11, 2016
Author’s Notes: While writing the original story ‘The Wedding Vow’ I started on a scene where one of the women essentially ‘tricks’ the other into becoming full quad again so that she would no longer be handicapped - she had gotten sick of the wheelchair, etc… When I was writing it, however, it just didn’t work right; these partners would never do this to one another, and the whole point of the story and the magic rings was about true love and sacrifice, so I scrapped that. However, afterwards I came up with a different thought - what if one of the pair actually WANTED to become quadriplegic again, at least temporarily. I think about this sometimes - as a full quad life must be very difficult, BUT you would have people doing everything for you, you could just sit in your wheelchair and not worry about anything - no work, no errands to the mall, no doing laundry or filling the dishwasher (one of my daily jobs around the house, even in my wheelchair). So I started having this idea that Angela would be the athletic, active one - she’s going to be the one who buys a handcycle or a racing wheelchair, she’ll be the one doing adaptive yoga. Juliet would have a somewhat different way of dealing with stress and anxiety, and that’s where the idea for this vignette came from.
Angela and Juliet Vignettes - Spa Day
Angela and Juliet Vignettes - Spa Day
Juliet wheeled into the study, a nervous look on her face. “We need to talk.” She said to her wife Angela, on a floor mat doing adaptive yoga, her wheelchair nearby.
“About what love?” Angela said, dragging herself across the mat and working her way into her wheelchair.
“It's about… This.” Juliet said, and both women knew she was talking about their ‘situation’, their paralysis. “I think I need a change.”
Angela sighed. “I've been thinking the same thing. I mean, life is good, I'm getting pretty good with my wheelchair, building solid upper body strength, but yeah…. Just to go for a jog, or a quick bike ride… I dream about riding my bike through the canyon.”
“You do?” Juliet asked… “But-”’
“I know - but how do we choose who gets ‘the legs’?” Angela smirked. I'll volunteer to - “
“No, I don't think you get it.” Juliet interrupted her wife. “I want to… I want to go back to completely paralyzed.” She said quietly.
“You do?” Angela said, stunned. “But why?”
Juliet frowned. “I'm not unhappy - I'm really not. Even as a paraplegic my life with you is so perfect. It's just - I've been feeling a lot of stress, a lot of anxiety, and I just want to…”
“Let someone else take care of you for a while?” Angela completed.
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
The Wedding Vow (Hetero Version)
It was eleven days before the wedding when Anthony got the call at work. There had been an accident, the voice said, and he needed to get to the hospital right away. There were no details, just that calm, detached voice saying that Juliet had been in an accident and that Anthony needed to get to the emergency room right away, and that was what bothered him the most. The dread continued to build as Anthony rushed across town to the hospital and every nightmare scenario pushing it’s way into his mind was worse than the last. He was in tears by the time he rushed his way to the nurses’ station, asking for his finace.
“I got a call, Juliet Harris has been in an accident.” he panted, eyes pleading with the nurse behind the desk.
“Are you family?” the nurse asked, clicking the mouse and staring at the computer screen.
“I’m her finace and should be listed as her next of kin. Anthony Snow.” Anthony said. His first nightmare was that he wouldn’t be considered ‘family’ enough to get information on his fiance. All his muscles were tense as he watched the nurse tapping on the keyboard.
“Ok, here you are - I’ll call Doctor Webber to come talk to you.” The nurse said. Was that sadness in the look she gave Anthony, or was that just his imagination?
“Can’t you just tell me what - “ Anthony started to say, but at the moment a middle aged doctor in a gleaming white labcoat came through the double doors.
“Mister Snow?” he said, walking over to Anthony. He nodded. “Please come with me and we can talk.”
“When can I see Juliet?” Anthony stammered, looking around the waiting area as if she would suddenly appear.
“She is sedated right now.” the doctor replied. “I will take you to her, but first we need to talk.”
Anthony followed Doctor Webber in a daze, the details of the hospital, the beeping sounds and rushing nurses and fluorescent lights all blending together into a kaleidoscope of fear. Finally, Doctor Webber led Anthony into a quiet side office and offered him a seat and a glass of water. Anthony’s hands were shaking.
“Anthony, Juliet was was in an accident, her car was hit by a delivery truck who had run the light at an intersection. We have her stabilized, but… there’s no easy way to say this, Anthony. Juliet has sustained a serious spinal cord injury at the C5 vertebrae - she has a broken neck.”
“A broken neck - that’s... “ Anthony’s heart was racing. His brain knew what that meant but his heart wasn’t ready to admit it. “That’s paralysis, right?” he looked at Doctor Webber, eyes welling with tears.
The Wedding Vow (Lesbian Version)
It was eleven days before the wedding when Angela got the call at work. There had been an accident, the voice said, and she needed to get to the hospital right away. There were no details, just that calm, detached voice saying that Juliet had been in an accident and that Angela needed to get to the emergency room right away, and that was what bothered her the most. The dread continued to build as Angela rushed across town to the hospital and every nightmare scenario pushing it’s way into her mind was worse than the last. She was in tears by the time she rushed her way to the nurses’ station, asking for her finace.
“I got a call, Juliet Harris has been in an accident.” she panted, eyes pleading with the nurse behind the desk.
“Are you family?” the nurse asked, clicking the mouse and staring at the computer screen.
“I’m her finace and should be listed as her next of kin. Angela Snow.” Angela said. Her first nightmare was that she wouldn’t be considered ‘family’ enough to get information on her fiance. All her muscles were tense as she watched the nurse tapping on the keyboard.
“Ok, here you are - I’ll call Doctor Webber to come talk to you.” The nurse said. Was that sadness in the look she gave Angela, or was that just her imagination?
“Can’t you just tell me what - “ Angela started to say, but at the moment a middle aged doctor in a gleaming white labcoat came through the double doors.
“Miss Snow?” he said, walking over to Angela. She nodded. “Please come with me and we can talk.”
“When can I see Juliet?” Angela stammered, looking around the waiting area as if she would suddenly appear.
“She is sedated right now.” the doctor replied. “I will take you to her, but first we need to talk.”
Angela followed Doctor Webber in a daze, the details of the hospital, the beeping sounds and rushing nurses and fluorescent lights all blending together into a kaleidoscope of fear. Finally, Doctor Webber led Angela into a quiet side office and offered her a seat and a glass of water. Angela’s hands were shaking.
“Angela, Juliet was was in an accident, her car was hit by a delivery truck who had run the light at an intersection. We have her stabilized, but… there’s no easy way to say this, Angela. Juliet has sustained a serious spinal cord injury at the C5 vertebrae - she has a broken neck.”
“A broken neck - that’s... “ Angela’s heart was racing. Her brain knew what that meant but her heart wasn’t ready to admit it. “That’s paralysis, right?” she looked at Doctor Webber, her eyes welling with tears.
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
If you thought being the ‘new girl’ at work was a challenge, try being the ‘new LGBT girl in a wheelchair who is secretly a pretender with BIID’... It's a hoot!
So I'm settling into the new job well - a lot better than I expected really. I'm dressing very well too - I've been dressing much more ‘classy’ and businesslike than I've dressed for work in ages - my retail job had requirements and my previous calls job was a night shift so I had no interest in dressing ‘fancy’, but here I'm pulling out my nice herringbone skirts and ‘office wear’ dresses, nice stockings, and I'm actually liking the leather flats I've been wearing - they seem to enhance the wheelchair, if that makes any sense? Heather says they're boring but I just tell her if she doesn't like them she can take them off for me. She's ok with that arrangement.
I guess I just didn't realize how much I preferred Customer Service to retail. I REALLY hated retail work. Being able to work in my wheelchair is a huge advantage for me, of course, but honestly this job is so much better than my last one I would love doing it even without my chair. I'm just glad I don't have to.
I was hoping there would be lots of exciting ‘wheelchair pretender in the workplace’ adventures to write about, but the truth is that it's just a job, and instead of sitting in a rolling office chair looking at two computer monitors and talking on the phone all day, I sit in my wheelchair looking at two monitors and talking on the phone all day. There have only been a few instances where my wheelchair was involved in any way, and it looks like now that my co-workers are getting used to ‘the new girl in the wheelchair’ I'll have even fewer chair-related tales to tell.